Hi Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time, but I was having a very nasty case of writer's block! However, all thanks to Moe (who else) my writer's block is gone, and I'm happy to report that this is looking like it could very well be a twenty chapter story! Thanks you all for reviewing!
Chapter 5: Trust Me
In the morning, Wendy hurried out of the hollow, and got sick. Her small body wretched as she vomited. With a shaking hand, she put it to her forehead. Now was not a time to get ill. She wretched again, and felt someone holding her long hair back. When she was finished, she felt the same pair of hands rub her back. She looked up, and found Peter in back of her, a frown on his handsome face.
"You're ill," He said.
She shook her head. "I don't know what came over me. I feel better now," But just as she said that, she wretched again.
"No, you're sick, Wendy," He said.
"I feel fine."
"Have you ever won an argument with me?" He asked, that cocky grin on his face that she loved so much.
"No," She said softly. "But the children need their lessons, they need breakfast, their clothes must be sewn…"
He waved a hand. "I'll handle it. You just rest."
But this task did not prove easy. Wendy watched helplessly from the bed as Peter burned breakfast. The children would have refused to eat it if she has not pleaded with them when his back was turned. She then saw Peter rip Blue's pants in frustration after he had poked himself endlessly with a needle, trying to sew. Finally, it was time for lessons.
"Peter, please, let me help…" Wendy begged. She was feeling better, not that she had felt ill in the first place. "Lately I've just been getting sick in the morning."
"Stay there, or I shall tie you to the bed," He said, rather too harshly.
Wendy flopped back against the pillows and was quiet.
Peter followed the children out of the hollow and watched as they wrestled each other. Lessons. He didn't know how to teach the children, and he knew Wendy would be furious if he let the kids go play instead of learn. What he needed was a watchful pair of eyes. "Tink!" He called. "Tink!"
Tinker Bell flew down and sat upon his shoulder.
"Need a babysitter?" Amanda asked. She was awake, and watching eagerly from her cage.
Peter ignored her and turned back to Tink, and he quickly told her the situation. She jangled her dismay. The children understood fairy language, but she did not know anything about lessons.
"I do," Amanda said.
Still, Peter ignored her. "Just keep an eye on them then." He told the fairy.
"Seems like a shame that those adorable orphans have to miss their lesson. I do hope Wendy doesn't mind." Amanda said.
Peter frowned and thought a moment. If they did miss the class, it would just make more work for Wendy, and he did want her to relax. "Alright," He said at last, and she grinned. He walked to her cage and unlocked the door. He frisked her quickly, and coming up empty, he stared deeply into her eyes. "I'm not saying I trust you. But do this for me, and I'll consider sparing your life. You make one wrong move, and they will kill you." He gestured toward the kids.
Amanda stared at their little faces. "Such darling children."
Peter quickly relayed the plan to the kids, and as they set off for the 'Roger with Amanda in tow, Tinker Bell turned her back to him.
"Will you give me a break?" He pleaded.
She stuck her nose in the air and folded her arms.
"I was in a bind," He said with a shrug.
She still would not look at him.
"I haven't forgotten what she's done, Tink. I'll never forget. You're my best friend. I'll always protect you."
She gave him a quick glance, and what he was sure was the makings of a smile.
"Please," He said. "I need your help."
And she was on his shoulder, awaiting instructions like a loyal knight.
"Go to the 'Roger, and keep an eye on the lesson. Any sign of danger, any at all, come to me right away."
Tinkber Bell nodded, kissed his cheek and flew down to the coast when the ship lay docked. Peter breathed a deep breath and went back inside the hollow. He found Wendy at the table, scribbling furiously away.
"Peter," She said with a grin, "Come here."
"Do I really have to tie you in the bed?" He asked, but walked to her anyway. There were hundreds (he guessed) of sheets of paper on the table, all filled with Wendy's writing.
"It's my novel," She said with a grin. "I'm half way done."
Peter nodded.
"It's about our adventures," She said happily.
"Am I in it?" He asked.
"Of course you're in it," She said, fanning through the pages. "And Michael, and John, and the Lost Boys, and Hook…"
Peter's eyes fogged over at the sound of Hook's name. Catching his uneasiness, Wendy changed the subject. "What was all that commotion outside?"
"Oh, I was just sending the children to their lesson with Tink."
"Tink?" She questioned.
"Yes," He said quickly before she could ask anymore. He knew she would not approve of Amanda alone with the children, and he wasn't sure he did either. "Come on, back into bed."
"I am rather tired," She admitted, and let Peter lead her over to the bed. They cuddled for what seemed like hours, and she finally fell asleep.
Once she was sleeping, he crept out of the hollow and down to the 'Roger. He stared into the cabin's window and saw an astounding sight. Amanda was talking loudly, and the children were answering her questions. Even Tinker Bell looked interested in what Amanda had to say. He found himself starring at her. She was simply beautiful. Long dark hair that fell to her waist. Cinnamon colored eyes, and a long, lean curvy body. He gave his head a little shake. What was going on here?
When the lesson was over, Amanda was escorted back to her cage by Tinker Bell, to an awaiting Peter. "I saw you with the children," He said. "You did very well."
"But that's not good enough, is it Peter?" Amanda asked.
Peter closed her cell door. "Come inside, the sun is quite hot today."
Tinker Bell gave a strangled yell.
He shook his head at her.
Wendy was awoken by the sound of the children playing. She sat up and saw that they were all seated around Amanda, who was talking animatedly.
Amanda stopped talking when she saw Wendy awake. "Did we wake you?" She asked with a grin.
"Wendy," Peter said, rushing to her side. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah," She said. "Peter, what's going on?"
"Nothing," He replied. "Amanda's just telling the children stories."
Stories? That was her job. "Peter," She said, grabbing his arm. "I don't think this is a good idea."
"You need your rest," Peter said. "Everything is under control."
But Wendy couldn't erase Amanda's grin from her mind. She had a feeling nothing would ever be 'under control' again.
A/N: Uh oh, looks like Amanda is trying to worm her way back into Peter's affections! Will she be able to? Has she really changed? And is Wendy really sick? All this and more will be answered in the upcoming chapters!