******Ok, I have a question. For those of you that have read my other story, Dream Come True, I need to know if you want me to continue writing on it. I'm thinking about just stopping cause I have lost inspiration for it. So, if you want me to continue tell me in a review or email. But I warn you. If I write more on that story, this story won't be updated as often. And I don't update much as it is. Its your choice. More of the other fic and less of this one, or more of this one and no more of the other. Anyways, here's another chapter…read it.
Chapter 11
Warmth, comfort, and security. These three feelings told Alex she sure as hell wasn't on the Jolly Roger. But where was she? She moved her open hand around on the surface she was laying on to find it soft and rough at the same time, like bear fur. Then she smelt the air around her, finding it to smell of wood and dirt. But in a clean homey kind of way. Then she listened for any sounds around herself. She could distinctly hear the sound of feet and whispering voices. Her body tensed a little and she finally decided to use another one of her senses and opened her eyes.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed when she found several pairs of young eyes looking down at her.
"Ahhhh!" they screamed back and shuffled away a bit, still looking at her. Sitting up quickly, she kept her eyes on them. Then her tired brain finally registered who they were.
"Lost Boys…right?" she said breathing a little hard from the surprise of being watched while she was sleeping. All the boys nodded in unison from the end of the large bear skin covered bed she was on. The ones dressed in rabbit, bear, and raccoon skin were standing side by side with wide eyes, while the one dressed as a fox had the little one dressed as a skunk clinging to his head.
The seven of them stared at each other in silence for a while before Alex decided this was getting ridiculous. When she was about to say something, the raccoon twins suddenly rang out.
"She's awake!" then all the other boys followed in suite and called out the same thing, running for the stairs that led up, and outside. Alex was left looking after them on the bed, trying to comprehend what had just gone on. Finally she shook her head a little and swung her legs over the end of the bed, when she noticed the makeshift bandages made of old cloth, wrapped around her legs. She reached down and pulled a bit of the cloth away only to see burnt flesh underneath. Grimacing a little, she started to stand and a flash of pain shot up her legs and she started toppling over, waving her arms around trying to get her balance.
Closing her eyes, she prepared for the impact with the floor. But instead of the new pains she thought she would have, all she felt were the familiar arms that had pulled her from the flames. Opening one eye she looked up into the face of the boy that held a knife to her throat a few days ago.
"I knew you wouldn't be down for long." he said with a smirk and pulled her up so she was standing. "Your to stubborn for that."
She looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes and a small smirk of her own. Then an unwelcome blush crept over her face when she realized he was still holding onto her and she was leaning against him. So, being the stubborn one that he said she was, she pushed away from him only to begin toppling backwards. Luckily he grabbed onto her arms and righted her again.
"Your burned pretty bad, you shouldn't walk." he said simply while grabbing her around the waist and dropping her back on the bed, ignoring her protests. Then he stood in front of her with his arms crossed and that cocky grin (that we all know and love) on his face. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"Well?" he asked expectedly.
"Well what?"
"Don't you wanna tell me something?" he said returning the raised eyebrow.
"Like what?" she questioned with false stupidity.
"Well if it weren't for me and my bravery, you would never escaped from those Indians. You know I think I deserve something to commemorate my bravery…I'm thinking a statue and…"
"The girls! Where are the girls!? If you left them there I swear I'll…" she interrupted him while standing up the best she could and grabbing the neck of his top, with her eyes burning into his telling him that she was serious about the threat. Then before she was finished, he interrupted her as well.
"Calm down, calm down! Their fine! Their outside with the boys!" he said holding up his hands and backing off a little. He watched as her eyes turned back to their original shade of silver instead of the anger tone of slate, and she dropped her hands from his top.
"Oh…" she gave a innocent smile and nervous chuckle while straightening out the part of his shirt where she had grabbed. "Sorry about that…need to learn not jump to conclusions I guess."
"Its alright." he said watching her sit back down on then bed. Even though he hated to admit it, he saw a lot of him in her. She was as protective of those girls as he was with the Lost Boys. And from what the girls told him about what happened, she was brave. A lot braver then Wendy ever was…….no wonder he was so fascinated with this girl. He would have said something to her about it if he wasn't so proud.
"Thanks…by the way." she suddenly said interrupting his thoughts. He looked back down at her, with her face tilted down a little. "You didn't have to do that back there." she continued looking up at him then down at his burned arms that had also been wrapped.
He also looked down at his arms and ran a hand down the white cloth then looked back at her with a lop sided grin and a shrug before floating off the floor and lounging in the air.
"You don't actually think a little thing like fire can hurt me do ya?" he said closing his eyes and drifting around the room with his hands behind his head. All was silent until a shrill voice penetrated that silence.
"Alex!!" one of the girls cried out before running down the steps and jumping towards her. Following the girl, which was Honey, came all the others almost knocking Peter from his spot in the air. Each one of them jumped on the bed and Alex was squeezed between all the hugging girls. A series of questions where thrown at her. Most included, 'are you ok?', 'are you going to be ok?', or 'does it hurt when I do this?..'. You get the idea.
Finally after several minutes of reassuring words and hugs, everything and everyone kinda quieted down when a pixie that looked like she was containing a lot of rage flew into the room. She flew over and hovered in front of Alex's face, which had wide eyes and a nervous smile. Alex had heard of this Tinkerbell, and pitied any girl that mad her mad. Except she feared that she may be pitying herself shortly.
"Hey there Tink." Peter said and glided over to the pixie and pirate that at the moment were in a staring contest. "Tink, this is Alex and her friends. Everyone this is Tink."
Peter introduced them, oblivious to the possible unleashing of rage that could explode from the fairy, and the pirate in turn.
"Um, hi…" Alex said to the fluttering fairy in front of her. Tink didn't make a noise. Instead, she looked to Peter then back at Alex before making a bee line to her little apartment. Everyone looked after her, and the ones that knew Tinkerbell best had a shocked face.
"Wha' was that all about, Peter?" Cubby asked looking towards their leader.
"I dunno. Tink's never acted like this before. She usually makes a big deal when I bring new girls here." he answered looking toward her little home. Landing back on the ground, Peter tore his eyes away from the little house covered with a leaf. Then turning to the boys, he put his hand on his hips and gave 'that' grin again. Even though Alex could see the concern for the little fairy still lingering in his honey brown eyes.
"Lost Boys, why don't you show these pirates around the island. Show em' how you can really have fun around here." he told, more then suggested. The boys yelled out happily and started talking all at once about where they could go and what they could do. The girls cheered back excitedly and followed the boys, that had all hurried up the stairs and they were closely followed by Peter.
The oldest pirate sat on the bed, looking at the stairs once more and called out to no one in particular.
"Yeh, don't worry about me. I'll just stay here." she sarcastically. Looking around, she decided the fairy probably wouldn't want to talk to her. So, feeling abandoned she flopped back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Letting out a sigh she began to close her eyes when they popped back open upon seeing a pair of eyes looking down on her again. Except these were not the eyes of the Lost Boys.
No, these eyes also held innocence and happiness, but they also showed strength, bravery, and a kind of wisdom she couldn't put her finger on. These eyes that were the color of honey in the sunlight, held stories of hundreds of years on this island. And eyes like these could only belong to one person, and even though she should feel hatred and feel a want for revenge from the things this person has done, Alex couldn't help but be reduced to a pile of mush when those eyes gazed upon her.
"Peter." she whispered while looking back at his eyes. She reached her hand up unconsciously and grazed his cheek that had grown a bit rough from all the years under the sun. He blinked his eyes drunkenly when she touched him, and continued looking down on her.
'What are you doing?!' Alex's brains screamed at her. 'But it looks like he likes it…' the other side argued. 'Well he shouldn't like it! You shouldn't like it! You're a pirate now, and he's the Pan!' it screamed back.
Eventually that side won and Alex pulled her hand away, and his eyes snapped open from their closed position that they had fallen into during her touch. He then regained his composer and glided up away from her and landed on the ground next to the bed. In his mind, Peter was very confused and scrambled. Something like this had never happened before. Sure Wendy had touched him before, but he only felt awkward and a bit timid. But when Alex touched him…it almost scared him. He had always kept his guard up, always, even with Wendy…but when Alex touched him, that guard came crumbling down.
*********How touching…it's all so beautiful, its just so, so, I , I…..Whaaaaaa! Do you have a tissue? Sorry…anyway, I'm giving you people a warning that later in the story there is going to be a very sad part, so prepare yourselves. Oh, and another thing. I'm working on a picture of Alex and Peter, so if you want it you can tell me in a review or look at it on my elfwood gallery when I get it on there. So, uh…yeh. Review by the way…and remember what I said at the beginning…the other story or this one. I'm letting you choose my fate.
Chapter 11
Warmth, comfort, and security. These three feelings told Alex she sure as hell wasn't on the Jolly Roger. But where was she? She moved her open hand around on the surface she was laying on to find it soft and rough at the same time, like bear fur. Then she smelt the air around her, finding it to smell of wood and dirt. But in a clean homey kind of way. Then she listened for any sounds around herself. She could distinctly hear the sound of feet and whispering voices. Her body tensed a little and she finally decided to use another one of her senses and opened her eyes.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed when she found several pairs of young eyes looking down at her.
"Ahhhh!" they screamed back and shuffled away a bit, still looking at her. Sitting up quickly, she kept her eyes on them. Then her tired brain finally registered who they were.
"Lost Boys…right?" she said breathing a little hard from the surprise of being watched while she was sleeping. All the boys nodded in unison from the end of the large bear skin covered bed she was on. The ones dressed in rabbit, bear, and raccoon skin were standing side by side with wide eyes, while the one dressed as a fox had the little one dressed as a skunk clinging to his head.
The seven of them stared at each other in silence for a while before Alex decided this was getting ridiculous. When she was about to say something, the raccoon twins suddenly rang out.
"She's awake!" then all the other boys followed in suite and called out the same thing, running for the stairs that led up, and outside. Alex was left looking after them on the bed, trying to comprehend what had just gone on. Finally she shook her head a little and swung her legs over the end of the bed, when she noticed the makeshift bandages made of old cloth, wrapped around her legs. She reached down and pulled a bit of the cloth away only to see burnt flesh underneath. Grimacing a little, she started to stand and a flash of pain shot up her legs and she started toppling over, waving her arms around trying to get her balance.
Closing her eyes, she prepared for the impact with the floor. But instead of the new pains she thought she would have, all she felt were the familiar arms that had pulled her from the flames. Opening one eye she looked up into the face of the boy that held a knife to her throat a few days ago.
"I knew you wouldn't be down for long." he said with a smirk and pulled her up so she was standing. "Your to stubborn for that."
She looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes and a small smirk of her own. Then an unwelcome blush crept over her face when she realized he was still holding onto her and she was leaning against him. So, being the stubborn one that he said she was, she pushed away from him only to begin toppling backwards. Luckily he grabbed onto her arms and righted her again.
"Your burned pretty bad, you shouldn't walk." he said simply while grabbing her around the waist and dropping her back on the bed, ignoring her protests. Then he stood in front of her with his arms crossed and that cocky grin (that we all know and love) on his face. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"Well?" he asked expectedly.
"Well what?"
"Don't you wanna tell me something?" he said returning the raised eyebrow.
"Like what?" she questioned with false stupidity.
"Well if it weren't for me and my bravery, you would never escaped from those Indians. You know I think I deserve something to commemorate my bravery…I'm thinking a statue and…"
"The girls! Where are the girls!? If you left them there I swear I'll…" she interrupted him while standing up the best she could and grabbing the neck of his top, with her eyes burning into his telling him that she was serious about the threat. Then before she was finished, he interrupted her as well.
"Calm down, calm down! Their fine! Their outside with the boys!" he said holding up his hands and backing off a little. He watched as her eyes turned back to their original shade of silver instead of the anger tone of slate, and she dropped her hands from his top.
"Oh…" she gave a innocent smile and nervous chuckle while straightening out the part of his shirt where she had grabbed. "Sorry about that…need to learn not jump to conclusions I guess."
"Its alright." he said watching her sit back down on then bed. Even though he hated to admit it, he saw a lot of him in her. She was as protective of those girls as he was with the Lost Boys. And from what the girls told him about what happened, she was brave. A lot braver then Wendy ever was…….no wonder he was so fascinated with this girl. He would have said something to her about it if he wasn't so proud.
"Thanks…by the way." she suddenly said interrupting his thoughts. He looked back down at her, with her face tilted down a little. "You didn't have to do that back there." she continued looking up at him then down at his burned arms that had also been wrapped.
He also looked down at his arms and ran a hand down the white cloth then looked back at her with a lop sided grin and a shrug before floating off the floor and lounging in the air.
"You don't actually think a little thing like fire can hurt me do ya?" he said closing his eyes and drifting around the room with his hands behind his head. All was silent until a shrill voice penetrated that silence.
"Alex!!" one of the girls cried out before running down the steps and jumping towards her. Following the girl, which was Honey, came all the others almost knocking Peter from his spot in the air. Each one of them jumped on the bed and Alex was squeezed between all the hugging girls. A series of questions where thrown at her. Most included, 'are you ok?', 'are you going to be ok?', or 'does it hurt when I do this?..'. You get the idea.
Finally after several minutes of reassuring words and hugs, everything and everyone kinda quieted down when a pixie that looked like she was containing a lot of rage flew into the room. She flew over and hovered in front of Alex's face, which had wide eyes and a nervous smile. Alex had heard of this Tinkerbell, and pitied any girl that mad her mad. Except she feared that she may be pitying herself shortly.
"Hey there Tink." Peter said and glided over to the pixie and pirate that at the moment were in a staring contest. "Tink, this is Alex and her friends. Everyone this is Tink."
Peter introduced them, oblivious to the possible unleashing of rage that could explode from the fairy, and the pirate in turn.
"Um, hi…" Alex said to the fluttering fairy in front of her. Tink didn't make a noise. Instead, she looked to Peter then back at Alex before making a bee line to her little apartment. Everyone looked after her, and the ones that knew Tinkerbell best had a shocked face.
"Wha' was that all about, Peter?" Cubby asked looking towards their leader.
"I dunno. Tink's never acted like this before. She usually makes a big deal when I bring new girls here." he answered looking toward her little home. Landing back on the ground, Peter tore his eyes away from the little house covered with a leaf. Then turning to the boys, he put his hand on his hips and gave 'that' grin again. Even though Alex could see the concern for the little fairy still lingering in his honey brown eyes.
"Lost Boys, why don't you show these pirates around the island. Show em' how you can really have fun around here." he told, more then suggested. The boys yelled out happily and started talking all at once about where they could go and what they could do. The girls cheered back excitedly and followed the boys, that had all hurried up the stairs and they were closely followed by Peter.
The oldest pirate sat on the bed, looking at the stairs once more and called out to no one in particular.
"Yeh, don't worry about me. I'll just stay here." she sarcastically. Looking around, she decided the fairy probably wouldn't want to talk to her. So, feeling abandoned she flopped back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Letting out a sigh she began to close her eyes when they popped back open upon seeing a pair of eyes looking down on her again. Except these were not the eyes of the Lost Boys.
No, these eyes also held innocence and happiness, but they also showed strength, bravery, and a kind of wisdom she couldn't put her finger on. These eyes that were the color of honey in the sunlight, held stories of hundreds of years on this island. And eyes like these could only belong to one person, and even though she should feel hatred and feel a want for revenge from the things this person has done, Alex couldn't help but be reduced to a pile of mush when those eyes gazed upon her.
"Peter." she whispered while looking back at his eyes. She reached her hand up unconsciously and grazed his cheek that had grown a bit rough from all the years under the sun. He blinked his eyes drunkenly when she touched him, and continued looking down on her.
'What are you doing?!' Alex's brains screamed at her. 'But it looks like he likes it…' the other side argued. 'Well he shouldn't like it! You shouldn't like it! You're a pirate now, and he's the Pan!' it screamed back.
Eventually that side won and Alex pulled her hand away, and his eyes snapped open from their closed position that they had fallen into during her touch. He then regained his composer and glided up away from her and landed on the ground next to the bed. In his mind, Peter was very confused and scrambled. Something like this had never happened before. Sure Wendy had touched him before, but he only felt awkward and a bit timid. But when Alex touched him…it almost scared him. He had always kept his guard up, always, even with Wendy…but when Alex touched him, that guard came crumbling down.
*********How touching…it's all so beautiful, its just so, so, I , I…..Whaaaaaa! Do you have a tissue? Sorry…anyway, I'm giving you people a warning that later in the story there is going to be a very sad part, so prepare yourselves. Oh, and another thing. I'm working on a picture of Alex and Peter, so if you want it you can tell me in a review or look at it on my elfwood gallery when I get it on there. So, uh…yeh. Review by the way…and remember what I said at the beginning…the other story or this one. I'm letting you choose my fate.