(Author's note: THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS!! I've seen a lot
of questions and remarks that I'd like to answer:
Ashleiiy: Thanks for the compliment!
Nikole: I do think Jeremy's hot. Actually, Jeremy playing Peter Pan is my Peter Pan in this faniction, so Peter looks like him, hair, face, body, clothes, and all!
MissAurora14DP: I know the Wendy name thing is kind of weird, but when I was thinking of the name, I saw it everywhere: on t.v., in the newspapers, EVERYWHERE! So, I thought I just HAD to use it.
Lovefun: Thanks for ALL the compliments. I finally updated!
Serinity56424: Thanks for the information! When I was writing that part about Bill Jukes, I guess I didn't re-read it. Oops!
To all the other reviewers, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I really respect all of them, and I read them all at least once every three days! It makes me feel really happy, and I'm glad you guys had the thought to review! Thanks a bunch!
Okay, about the next chapter, I needed to update, so I thought I'd write a short and sweet chapter about a brief moment with Peter and Wendy. I really can't think of where to go next, but I'll try to write some more.)
COME CLEAN
I'm shedding,
Shedding every color,
Trying to find a pigment of truth
Beneath my skin.
'Cause perfect,
doesn't feel so perfect
going out is better than
always staying in.
Feel the wind.
Wendy thudded to the dark ground, dusty and cold onboard the Jolly Roger. A small, barred window was the only source of light, as cobwebs went on the walls. She shuddered, feeling the chains which were binding her hands, dig into her flesh. After returning to the ship, Hook's crew beat her as they did with the other Lost Boys, kept in a small tiny room beside the one she was in at the moment. Her stomach growled, aching of hunger.
Suddenly, the door flung open with two shadows. One was holding a somewhat weaker one in his clutches. "You prince charming's come to save you, m'lady." A pirate sneered, throwing the other one into the pitch black room and quickly fastening the ends of his chains to a nail in the floor. With a cackle, the pirate closed the door, locking it securely.
Wendy had gotten used to the darkness of the room, her eyes could see outlines. "Did they hurt you?" she trembled, crawling over to the pile of beaten skin and bones and gently placing a hand on the stranger. "I don't know who you are, but I'm willing to help you."
As a lighteningbolt hit the island nearby, Wendy noticed the cuts and bruises of Peter Pan. He looked helpless, a pleading gaze at her. "W..e...n...d.." Peter moaned, not being able to finish. Wendy frantically pulled herself to Peter and stroked his dirty face, smeared with dried blood.
"I'm here, Wendy's here." Wendy whispered, shivering. She ripped a piece of her nightgown and spat on it, then wiped it around Peter's motionless body. She had to get him clean somehow!
Hours passed as Peter slept, and Wendy kept her eye over him. It was still night outside, making Wendy feel alone and afraid. Peter was not protecting her.
The door flung open as a pirate threw in a candle and matches. "Do what you will with it, it's the only thing you'll be getting tonight." The pirate snickered as he closed the door.
Wendy scrambled to the wax candle as her weak, weary hands scraped the matches together quickly, until there was a light. Wendy smiled this time, being able to see her hands again, though they were worn out and dirty.
With another look at Peter, Wendy lit the candle, scooting it over to his cold body. Slowly, Wendy kept stroking his blonde strands of hair and curled up next to him, watching the candlelight dance.
Peter awoke with the light near him. He groaned of pain and exhaustion as he carefully placed himself in the corner. His lips made the lightest smile as he scanned the room. When his emerald eyes reached Wendy, he noticed her messy hair look more cringed than a rat's nest.
"Wendy...." Peter whispered like a breeze swooping through someone's hair. He reached out to her, pulling her into him. Obviously she was sleeping. Peter looked at her as if she was an angel, too holy for him to touch, yet he did. His brittle hand moved across her glowing complexion on her forehead, down to her round nose, to her rosy cheeks, then to her pale lips. They were full with life, yet looked cold. "They need a thimble...." Peter whispered outloud, remembering Wendy's stories. In the end, all was well with true love's first thimble.
He leaned down, his eyelashes fluttering closed, and kissed her softly, warmly, whole-heartedly. Wendy's eyes jerked open, as she saw Peter's face ontop of her.
"Peter!" she quietly yelled, sitting up. She bonked heads with the boy, who fell backwards. "You're alright!" She loudly whispered, smiling. "But not yet, I'm not strong enough to leave, and neither or you. We both can't fly, and what about the boys?"
"I have a plan." Peter said with determinaton, after hugging the girl once more. He whispered the plan into Wendy's ear, so as we may not be allowed to hear it. Wendy smiled and laughed as Peter kept on whispering. The plan will work, after time.
Ashleiiy: Thanks for the compliment!
Nikole: I do think Jeremy's hot. Actually, Jeremy playing Peter Pan is my Peter Pan in this faniction, so Peter looks like him, hair, face, body, clothes, and all!
MissAurora14DP: I know the Wendy name thing is kind of weird, but when I was thinking of the name, I saw it everywhere: on t.v., in the newspapers, EVERYWHERE! So, I thought I just HAD to use it.
Lovefun: Thanks for ALL the compliments. I finally updated!
Serinity56424: Thanks for the information! When I was writing that part about Bill Jukes, I guess I didn't re-read it. Oops!
To all the other reviewers, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I really respect all of them, and I read them all at least once every three days! It makes me feel really happy, and I'm glad you guys had the thought to review! Thanks a bunch!
Okay, about the next chapter, I needed to update, so I thought I'd write a short and sweet chapter about a brief moment with Peter and Wendy. I really can't think of where to go next, but I'll try to write some more.)
COME CLEAN
I'm shedding,
Shedding every color,
Trying to find a pigment of truth
Beneath my skin.
'Cause perfect,
doesn't feel so perfect
going out is better than
always staying in.
Feel the wind.
Wendy thudded to the dark ground, dusty and cold onboard the Jolly Roger. A small, barred window was the only source of light, as cobwebs went on the walls. She shuddered, feeling the chains which were binding her hands, dig into her flesh. After returning to the ship, Hook's crew beat her as they did with the other Lost Boys, kept in a small tiny room beside the one she was in at the moment. Her stomach growled, aching of hunger.
Suddenly, the door flung open with two shadows. One was holding a somewhat weaker one in his clutches. "You prince charming's come to save you, m'lady." A pirate sneered, throwing the other one into the pitch black room and quickly fastening the ends of his chains to a nail in the floor. With a cackle, the pirate closed the door, locking it securely.
Wendy had gotten used to the darkness of the room, her eyes could see outlines. "Did they hurt you?" she trembled, crawling over to the pile of beaten skin and bones and gently placing a hand on the stranger. "I don't know who you are, but I'm willing to help you."
As a lighteningbolt hit the island nearby, Wendy noticed the cuts and bruises of Peter Pan. He looked helpless, a pleading gaze at her. "W..e...n...d.." Peter moaned, not being able to finish. Wendy frantically pulled herself to Peter and stroked his dirty face, smeared with dried blood.
"I'm here, Wendy's here." Wendy whispered, shivering. She ripped a piece of her nightgown and spat on it, then wiped it around Peter's motionless body. She had to get him clean somehow!
Hours passed as Peter slept, and Wendy kept her eye over him. It was still night outside, making Wendy feel alone and afraid. Peter was not protecting her.
The door flung open as a pirate threw in a candle and matches. "Do what you will with it, it's the only thing you'll be getting tonight." The pirate snickered as he closed the door.
Wendy scrambled to the wax candle as her weak, weary hands scraped the matches together quickly, until there was a light. Wendy smiled this time, being able to see her hands again, though they were worn out and dirty.
With another look at Peter, Wendy lit the candle, scooting it over to his cold body. Slowly, Wendy kept stroking his blonde strands of hair and curled up next to him, watching the candlelight dance.
Peter awoke with the light near him. He groaned of pain and exhaustion as he carefully placed himself in the corner. His lips made the lightest smile as he scanned the room. When his emerald eyes reached Wendy, he noticed her messy hair look more cringed than a rat's nest.
"Wendy...." Peter whispered like a breeze swooping through someone's hair. He reached out to her, pulling her into him. Obviously she was sleeping. Peter looked at her as if she was an angel, too holy for him to touch, yet he did. His brittle hand moved across her glowing complexion on her forehead, down to her round nose, to her rosy cheeks, then to her pale lips. They were full with life, yet looked cold. "They need a thimble...." Peter whispered outloud, remembering Wendy's stories. In the end, all was well with true love's first thimble.
He leaned down, his eyelashes fluttering closed, and kissed her softly, warmly, whole-heartedly. Wendy's eyes jerked open, as she saw Peter's face ontop of her.
"Peter!" she quietly yelled, sitting up. She bonked heads with the boy, who fell backwards. "You're alright!" She loudly whispered, smiling. "But not yet, I'm not strong enough to leave, and neither or you. We both can't fly, and what about the boys?"
"I have a plan." Peter said with determinaton, after hugging the girl once more. He whispered the plan into Wendy's ear, so as we may not be allowed to hear it. Wendy smiled and laughed as Peter kept on whispering. The plan will work, after time.