*********** I'm back and ready for action once again! Thanks to all that reviewed, those little tidbits of encouragement is the fuel that keeps me goin'. 150 reviews, I'm touched. By the way…just an observation, is it just me, or has there been a lot more Peter and Wendy fictions ever since the movie came out? They're everywhere! Not that I'm against Peter and Wendy's, but there are so many of them! Moving on, this is the twentieth chapter. Whoa, I never thought it would go this long. It has though thanks to you pretty little people out there, and no I do not mean the little people that live in the bag of broccoli in my freezer. I mean you, who is reading this right now. And you didn't think I could see you…silly. Well, here's the new chapter, enjoy.
Chapter Twenty
The fly back to Tinkerbell had been a long one that had spawned a headache within the mind of Alex. Before this whole ordeal, Alex had almost come to grips that she had developed some kind of…feelings for Peter. But now, oh now she barely wanted to be around him. He was so lame, boring, dull, and worst of all, non-arrogant. The arrogance that the Pan had before had usually been extremely annoying, but now all she wanted was to hear that crow, and see that cocky grin. Now all she got was a grunt and a confused look. 'Don't get your hopes up', Wendy had said. If she couldn't hope for Peter's memory to come back, what could she hope for!? It was all so aggravating, and the non stop questioning coming from Tink wasn't helping the situation.
"He's fine, no they didn't hurt him, yes he's gone stupid, and no I didn't leave him alone, he's with Wendy." she blurted out at all the fairies questions. And no, Alex suddenly didn't learn how to understand fairies. While she was gone, Tinkerbell had found an abandoned sidewalk and a piece of rock chalk to write with, to make communication easier. By this time the skies were black, but a haze of light was set over the large city from all the buildings and such, giving the two enough light to see one another. Tink let out a relieved sigh then started writing something else.
"Um…" Alex tilted her head in an attempt to read the less then neat writing style of the pixie. "Should we…should we go….should we go get…Jim?" she raised a brow and got a face full of angry fairy. She could tell Tink was definitely not in the mood for this. "Oh, oh, oh. Should we go get HIM. I get it, I see."
The girl laughed at her own dumbness and took off into the sky behind the quick flying Tinkerbell. It was that night that the ex-pirate found out how fast that little woman could fly when she was determined. In no time the yellow glow of the fairy was out of sight and Alex was left flying alone, again, in the middle of the ocean. For a while she thought no different of flying alone, then she thought of Wendy and Tinkerbell…If her memory served her right, those two never really hit it off. Alex could see it now, hair being pulled, blames being thrown, and an even more dumbstruck Pan. Alright then, maybe she should increase her rate of fly just a bit.
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"So, uh, when's she gonna be back Mrs. Darling?"
"Please Peter, call me Wendy. And I'm not sure, she won't be very long I imagine." the old woman answered the boys question from her rocking chair. For the first time in a great while, Wendy had a twinge of anger toward Peter. Even though she knew that she couldn't blame him, it still stung when he just called her 'Mrs. Darling' instead of Wendy. She used to be his Wendy, his one and only Wendy.
"Right, Wendy, sorry." Peter apologized and looked back at her from his spot near the window that he had entered many times in the past. A small smile cracked across the woman's tired face and she stood, slowly making her way to the window. Long, graceful fingers lifted the latch of the lock, setting the two flaps of the window free.
"Why do you always keep it open?" the boy pried with wondering eyes. Another, sadder, smiled came on Wendy's face as she eased herself on the bed next to the Pan.
"You know Peter, when I was young…no one held your favor the way I did. When you brought my brothers and me back home that night, and my mother clutched to me in fear that you would take me off again, you so did wish me to go with you. You came back twice as I remember, for spring cleaning. However, time wore on and so I did grow, and one year you didn't come back." she stood again and crossed her arms over her chest while gazing out the window. "I almost expected you to alight on the church to forbid my vows. I wore a white dress, with a pink sash…but you didn't come. I did not lay eyes on you again until years past when you saw my daughter, Jane, asleep in the bed in this nursery. From then on I allowed her to go with you for one week every year for your spring cleaning. It was those times when I felt the hurt that my own mother had when you had taken me away with you to Neverland."
Peter who was still sitting politely on the bed looked up at the woman with an unreadable face. His eyes were blank and his face pale, the boy dropped his head and placed a hand over his face. So many thoughts and images were forcing their way into his already scatter brained mind. Voices teased his subconscious and caused him to pull his legs up to his chest. Why did finding out who he was have to be this hard? Why couldn't he just remember? What was wrong with him!? His other free hand reached up and thumped his own head in frustration. Before he could stop it, a choked sob shook his body.
"Boy," Wendy turned again and sat on the bed with a worried expression. "Why are you crying?" whether the elderly woman knew it or not, those five words sent Peters mind into overdrive.
"Oh, the cleverness of me!"
"Wendy, one girl is worth more then twenty boys."
"Surely you know what a kiss is?"
"There ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl."
"Wendy, I think I shut her in the drawer!"
"I'll teach you."
"Oh how lovely to fly!"
Words and voices, Wendy's and his voices, clouded his mind along with moving pictures of a flying boy and a pretty girl in a white sleeping gown. He saw a ball of golden light fluttering around between the two. He saw himself skimming the top of water teasing the sharks below. He saw Wendy falling, a small house, a pirate ship, and a huge crocodile. What were these things about? Is that really him that he keeps seeing? Where is Alex during all this? Questions kept coming and coming, forcing their way out of his mouth. Beside him he could see the woman trying to calm him down, but he had to get out. He had to get out now.
Climbing over the other side of the bed, he crashed into the hallway holding his head tightly. He stumbled down the stairs, falling halfway. Below, Jane was there to meet him, and tried to pull him to his feet. But the angry, confused boy just pushed the woman aside. His balance was throwing him from side to side bringing things off the walls and panicked cries from Jane. Peters hand gripped the door knob finally and thrust it open before running out into the street. The crisp night air dried the cold sweat from his brow and calmed his breathing. The boy could hear the two women coming out of the house to bring him back in, but at the moment he couldn't let that happen. Too many things…just too many things were swarming around in his head for their comforting words and gentle tendencies.
The next thing any of them knew, Peter was disappearing down the street in the direction of the park and Alex along with Tinkerbell were landing next to the house oblivious to what just happened. The newly arrived girl was the first to speak.
"What happened? Why aren't you in the house with Peter?" her voice was coated with sternness and suspicion. Tinkerbell chimed in, probably with the same question when both mother and daughter were silent.
"Where's Peter?" the girl questioned again louder. This time she got a wrinkled finger pointed down the street.
"Something happened, I'm not quite sure what. He ran off."
"You just let him?!" Alex exclaimed at this news.
"He couldn't be stopped. You need to find him quickly…I fear something has gone horribly wrong inside of his mind."
Before Wendy could finish that sentence, Alex and Tink were both zooming down the street at almost a break neck speed. 'I should have known it was a bad idea to leave him here alone' the silver eyed girl thought to herself. 'He was confused enough, why the hell did I leave him here alone with people he'd only known for a few hours?' That didn't matter right now though, all that mattered was finding Peter before someone else did. When the duo reached the park, they both went separate ways to cover more ground. Tink went one way, and Alex went to the one spot she thought he'd go first. The trees flew by as she went, a few threatening to knock her out of the air. Her flight, however, came to a screeching halt when she heard small mumblings up ahead.
There he was, crouched beneath the statue of what he used to be. Tears streamed down his handsome face and onto the pavement he rested on. His head was rested in his hands, so her approach was unknown to him. As slowly as she could, she got down to his level and put a hand on his shoulder. At this, Peter jerked away violently and scooted back, his fierce eyes on her.
"You. This is all your fault! Why couldn't you just leave me alone?! I was perfectly fine where I was! I didn't need your help!" he yelled. "Just leave me alone! Get the hell away from me! I don't need that Wendy lady, or you! Just…just get away…" he wept in front of her. In any other situation Alex would have replied with an argument, but right now looking at his crying form she just could bring herself to. Instead she just stood, walked over, and sat on one of the benches nearby. Things were definitely not going as planned. He was becoming miserable, more confused, and was even starting to hate her. This was another one of those times when she asked herself, 'What have I done?' It was ironic how not that long ago, Peter and herself were sitting in the cabin aboard the Jolly Roger in a situation much like this. Except now the tables had turned.
"I'm sorry." she said, but her voice was mixed with another's. Looking back at Peter, she realized that he was staring up at her with mournful eyes. His face was moist from the still coming tears as she rose off of the distant bench and came to rest on the one near to him. Peter, however, stayed in his spot on the ground in front of her, his head now turned away. This was probably the most pathetic moment in the life of Peter Pan. Crying in front of a girl was something that he rarely did, and when he did do it he always found a way to say that he wasn't actually crying. Now, he had no other excuse other than all that had happened over the past few days had finally started to take their toll on the young man.
In this uncharacteristic state for Peter, Alex knew that he probably needed some uncharacteristic comfort from, well, her. So, slipping back onto the ground behind him Alex wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug. She felt him bring a hand up and grasp one of her arms and she knew that he was going to push her away, but surprisingly he just held onto her as she held onto him. The awkwardness that held her faded away and she let out a sigh. This may not be her, or…their Peter Pan, but she was determined to help him through this, no matter what the cost.
"Come on Peter. Lets go." she whispered and stood bringing him with her. She kept her hands on his shoulders, guiding the still disoriented boy out of the park. Soon after Tinkerbell spotted the two and rushed to greet her long lost Peter Pan. The welcome she received was not the one she expected though. Peter, her Peter only acknowledged her presents by shooing her off with a sour face. Alex gave Tink an apologizing look and continued on their way back to Wendy Darling's home.
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The four females sat around the dining room table, each unsure of what to say. Wendy sat at the head of the table next to Jane, while Alex sat at the other end and Tinkerbell resting up on the chandelier above. It had been about half an hour since Alex brought home the confused Peter, who was now upstairs, and the looks on everyone's faces were that of defeat.
"Did we ever think that maybe all this…isn't worth it?" Alex suddenly asked, breaking the silence. At these doubtful words, all eyes turned to her.
"What do you mean worth it? You do want Peter back right?" Jane replied.
"Of course I do, but…we all saw what happened out there." the girl motioned toward the front door. "He remembered just a tiny bit of his life and it had that effect? This whole thing is tearing him apart. That person up there, that's not Peter Pan anymore, that's Vincent! What if he does remember everything, but doesn't want to be the Pan?"
"Why wouldn't he want to be Peter anymore?" Tink asked by scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Because…because of all this!" Alex flung her arms out. "I took him from everything he knew an flung all of this in his face! I can see it when I look at him…he's becoming scared of what he is."
"Are you giving up?" Wendy mumbled while looking at the girl. They all looked back at the ex-pirate for an answer. An answer that she didn't have. She really didn't want to go through all this and just give up half way through, but what would happen to Peter if they went any further?
"I…I don't know Wendy." she whispered and stood from her chair and walked out of the room, leaving the others silent. In her own silence she trudged up to her room with a hopeless look on her face. She couldn't just give up could she? If she came back without Peter and just said 'Well, we found him, but I didn't want to go through all the work of making him remember', everyone on Neverland would probably exile her.
"Are you really gonna just leave me the way I am?" an actually cheerful voice asked from the top of the stairs. Obviously this version of Peter was a real eavesdropper. Alex looked up at his almost smiling face. Smiling. He didn't want to go on with this anymore. He wanted to stay Vincent, and if he didn't want to try being Peter Pan then that wasn't going to help him remember. When she reached the top, she stopped to look at him for a split second before shuffling on down the hall. She could feel his eyes on her waiting for an answer. Alex couldn't give him one though. If she said that, yes, she was just going to leave him the way he was, then she would have to go through with it. The thing was, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. There was the happiness of Neverland, Tinkerbell, and herself. Then there was the happiness of Peter. From what she could tell, doing this was not making him happy. However, there was a chance that when he remembered everything he could be happy. That was only a chance though. Alex's room was dark, even though the sun was beginning to rise outside, and she didn't bother to turn on any lights. Plopping down on her bed she stared out the window in a daze.
"This Peter Pan guy that you say I am…you really miss him huh?" Peters voice broke her thoughts and she turned to see him standing in the doorway.
"Yeah." she answered plainly.
"I'm not anything like him…am I?"
"Nothing at all." she muttered. For a few moments there were no words between them, they only averted their eyes from one another. "I know you don't want to do any of this, so I shouldn't make you…Vincent." Alex choked out the name. She turned back around in time to miss 'Vincent' cringe a bit at the name change and the sourness in her voice. Behind her, the girl could feel the mattress of the bed slump down as the boy sat down with his back turned toward her.
"Don't call me that." he grumbled. At this attitude toward the name, Alex tilted her head toward him as he continued talking. "I dunno who this guy Peter Pan really is or what he did to be so important, but he seems to mean a lot to Mrs. Darling and you. Though I kinda think Mrs. Darling is annoying," Alex had to smile a bit at that. "I don't want to see her sad because of me. And…that stuff I said in the park about you wasn't true ya know. I don't want you to go away…But you will if I don't do this won't you?" he finished and turned towards her. Alex was shocked by his words of feeling. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come. She wasn't used to cheesy little situations like this.
"Right. Since you want me to anyway, I 'spose I'll try to be this Peter guy." he agreed in his normal quiet tone.
"You mean…you'd do that for me?" she looked at him confused. He only looked at her with a small smile and nodded.
************* Oh, how cute, I think our little Vincent Pan has a crush on our own little Alex. Bleh. I really don't like him this way, but don't worry it'll be over sometime or another I promise. Well, that's all for now so go and REVIEW!!!!!!!
Chapter Twenty
The fly back to Tinkerbell had been a long one that had spawned a headache within the mind of Alex. Before this whole ordeal, Alex had almost come to grips that she had developed some kind of…feelings for Peter. But now, oh now she barely wanted to be around him. He was so lame, boring, dull, and worst of all, non-arrogant. The arrogance that the Pan had before had usually been extremely annoying, but now all she wanted was to hear that crow, and see that cocky grin. Now all she got was a grunt and a confused look. 'Don't get your hopes up', Wendy had said. If she couldn't hope for Peter's memory to come back, what could she hope for!? It was all so aggravating, and the non stop questioning coming from Tink wasn't helping the situation.
"He's fine, no they didn't hurt him, yes he's gone stupid, and no I didn't leave him alone, he's with Wendy." she blurted out at all the fairies questions. And no, Alex suddenly didn't learn how to understand fairies. While she was gone, Tinkerbell had found an abandoned sidewalk and a piece of rock chalk to write with, to make communication easier. By this time the skies were black, but a haze of light was set over the large city from all the buildings and such, giving the two enough light to see one another. Tink let out a relieved sigh then started writing something else.
"Um…" Alex tilted her head in an attempt to read the less then neat writing style of the pixie. "Should we…should we go….should we go get…Jim?" she raised a brow and got a face full of angry fairy. She could tell Tink was definitely not in the mood for this. "Oh, oh, oh. Should we go get HIM. I get it, I see."
The girl laughed at her own dumbness and took off into the sky behind the quick flying Tinkerbell. It was that night that the ex-pirate found out how fast that little woman could fly when she was determined. In no time the yellow glow of the fairy was out of sight and Alex was left flying alone, again, in the middle of the ocean. For a while she thought no different of flying alone, then she thought of Wendy and Tinkerbell…If her memory served her right, those two never really hit it off. Alex could see it now, hair being pulled, blames being thrown, and an even more dumbstruck Pan. Alright then, maybe she should increase her rate of fly just a bit.
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"So, uh, when's she gonna be back Mrs. Darling?"
"Please Peter, call me Wendy. And I'm not sure, she won't be very long I imagine." the old woman answered the boys question from her rocking chair. For the first time in a great while, Wendy had a twinge of anger toward Peter. Even though she knew that she couldn't blame him, it still stung when he just called her 'Mrs. Darling' instead of Wendy. She used to be his Wendy, his one and only Wendy.
"Right, Wendy, sorry." Peter apologized and looked back at her from his spot near the window that he had entered many times in the past. A small smile cracked across the woman's tired face and she stood, slowly making her way to the window. Long, graceful fingers lifted the latch of the lock, setting the two flaps of the window free.
"Why do you always keep it open?" the boy pried with wondering eyes. Another, sadder, smiled came on Wendy's face as she eased herself on the bed next to the Pan.
"You know Peter, when I was young…no one held your favor the way I did. When you brought my brothers and me back home that night, and my mother clutched to me in fear that you would take me off again, you so did wish me to go with you. You came back twice as I remember, for spring cleaning. However, time wore on and so I did grow, and one year you didn't come back." she stood again and crossed her arms over her chest while gazing out the window. "I almost expected you to alight on the church to forbid my vows. I wore a white dress, with a pink sash…but you didn't come. I did not lay eyes on you again until years past when you saw my daughter, Jane, asleep in the bed in this nursery. From then on I allowed her to go with you for one week every year for your spring cleaning. It was those times when I felt the hurt that my own mother had when you had taken me away with you to Neverland."
Peter who was still sitting politely on the bed looked up at the woman with an unreadable face. His eyes were blank and his face pale, the boy dropped his head and placed a hand over his face. So many thoughts and images were forcing their way into his already scatter brained mind. Voices teased his subconscious and caused him to pull his legs up to his chest. Why did finding out who he was have to be this hard? Why couldn't he just remember? What was wrong with him!? His other free hand reached up and thumped his own head in frustration. Before he could stop it, a choked sob shook his body.
"Boy," Wendy turned again and sat on the bed with a worried expression. "Why are you crying?" whether the elderly woman knew it or not, those five words sent Peters mind into overdrive.
"Oh, the cleverness of me!"
"Wendy, one girl is worth more then twenty boys."
"Surely you know what a kiss is?"
"There ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl."
"Wendy, I think I shut her in the drawer!"
"I'll teach you."
"Oh how lovely to fly!"
Words and voices, Wendy's and his voices, clouded his mind along with moving pictures of a flying boy and a pretty girl in a white sleeping gown. He saw a ball of golden light fluttering around between the two. He saw himself skimming the top of water teasing the sharks below. He saw Wendy falling, a small house, a pirate ship, and a huge crocodile. What were these things about? Is that really him that he keeps seeing? Where is Alex during all this? Questions kept coming and coming, forcing their way out of his mouth. Beside him he could see the woman trying to calm him down, but he had to get out. He had to get out now.
Climbing over the other side of the bed, he crashed into the hallway holding his head tightly. He stumbled down the stairs, falling halfway. Below, Jane was there to meet him, and tried to pull him to his feet. But the angry, confused boy just pushed the woman aside. His balance was throwing him from side to side bringing things off the walls and panicked cries from Jane. Peters hand gripped the door knob finally and thrust it open before running out into the street. The crisp night air dried the cold sweat from his brow and calmed his breathing. The boy could hear the two women coming out of the house to bring him back in, but at the moment he couldn't let that happen. Too many things…just too many things were swarming around in his head for their comforting words and gentle tendencies.
The next thing any of them knew, Peter was disappearing down the street in the direction of the park and Alex along with Tinkerbell were landing next to the house oblivious to what just happened. The newly arrived girl was the first to speak.
"What happened? Why aren't you in the house with Peter?" her voice was coated with sternness and suspicion. Tinkerbell chimed in, probably with the same question when both mother and daughter were silent.
"Where's Peter?" the girl questioned again louder. This time she got a wrinkled finger pointed down the street.
"Something happened, I'm not quite sure what. He ran off."
"You just let him?!" Alex exclaimed at this news.
"He couldn't be stopped. You need to find him quickly…I fear something has gone horribly wrong inside of his mind."
Before Wendy could finish that sentence, Alex and Tink were both zooming down the street at almost a break neck speed. 'I should have known it was a bad idea to leave him here alone' the silver eyed girl thought to herself. 'He was confused enough, why the hell did I leave him here alone with people he'd only known for a few hours?' That didn't matter right now though, all that mattered was finding Peter before someone else did. When the duo reached the park, they both went separate ways to cover more ground. Tink went one way, and Alex went to the one spot she thought he'd go first. The trees flew by as she went, a few threatening to knock her out of the air. Her flight, however, came to a screeching halt when she heard small mumblings up ahead.
There he was, crouched beneath the statue of what he used to be. Tears streamed down his handsome face and onto the pavement he rested on. His head was rested in his hands, so her approach was unknown to him. As slowly as she could, she got down to his level and put a hand on his shoulder. At this, Peter jerked away violently and scooted back, his fierce eyes on her.
"You. This is all your fault! Why couldn't you just leave me alone?! I was perfectly fine where I was! I didn't need your help!" he yelled. "Just leave me alone! Get the hell away from me! I don't need that Wendy lady, or you! Just…just get away…" he wept in front of her. In any other situation Alex would have replied with an argument, but right now looking at his crying form she just could bring herself to. Instead she just stood, walked over, and sat on one of the benches nearby. Things were definitely not going as planned. He was becoming miserable, more confused, and was even starting to hate her. This was another one of those times when she asked herself, 'What have I done?' It was ironic how not that long ago, Peter and herself were sitting in the cabin aboard the Jolly Roger in a situation much like this. Except now the tables had turned.
"I'm sorry." she said, but her voice was mixed with another's. Looking back at Peter, she realized that he was staring up at her with mournful eyes. His face was moist from the still coming tears as she rose off of the distant bench and came to rest on the one near to him. Peter, however, stayed in his spot on the ground in front of her, his head now turned away. This was probably the most pathetic moment in the life of Peter Pan. Crying in front of a girl was something that he rarely did, and when he did do it he always found a way to say that he wasn't actually crying. Now, he had no other excuse other than all that had happened over the past few days had finally started to take their toll on the young man.
In this uncharacteristic state for Peter, Alex knew that he probably needed some uncharacteristic comfort from, well, her. So, slipping back onto the ground behind him Alex wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug. She felt him bring a hand up and grasp one of her arms and she knew that he was going to push her away, but surprisingly he just held onto her as she held onto him. The awkwardness that held her faded away and she let out a sigh. This may not be her, or…their Peter Pan, but she was determined to help him through this, no matter what the cost.
"Come on Peter. Lets go." she whispered and stood bringing him with her. She kept her hands on his shoulders, guiding the still disoriented boy out of the park. Soon after Tinkerbell spotted the two and rushed to greet her long lost Peter Pan. The welcome she received was not the one she expected though. Peter, her Peter only acknowledged her presents by shooing her off with a sour face. Alex gave Tink an apologizing look and continued on their way back to Wendy Darling's home.
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The four females sat around the dining room table, each unsure of what to say. Wendy sat at the head of the table next to Jane, while Alex sat at the other end and Tinkerbell resting up on the chandelier above. It had been about half an hour since Alex brought home the confused Peter, who was now upstairs, and the looks on everyone's faces were that of defeat.
"Did we ever think that maybe all this…isn't worth it?" Alex suddenly asked, breaking the silence. At these doubtful words, all eyes turned to her.
"What do you mean worth it? You do want Peter back right?" Jane replied.
"Of course I do, but…we all saw what happened out there." the girl motioned toward the front door. "He remembered just a tiny bit of his life and it had that effect? This whole thing is tearing him apart. That person up there, that's not Peter Pan anymore, that's Vincent! What if he does remember everything, but doesn't want to be the Pan?"
"Why wouldn't he want to be Peter anymore?" Tink asked by scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Because…because of all this!" Alex flung her arms out. "I took him from everything he knew an flung all of this in his face! I can see it when I look at him…he's becoming scared of what he is."
"Are you giving up?" Wendy mumbled while looking at the girl. They all looked back at the ex-pirate for an answer. An answer that she didn't have. She really didn't want to go through all this and just give up half way through, but what would happen to Peter if they went any further?
"I…I don't know Wendy." she whispered and stood from her chair and walked out of the room, leaving the others silent. In her own silence she trudged up to her room with a hopeless look on her face. She couldn't just give up could she? If she came back without Peter and just said 'Well, we found him, but I didn't want to go through all the work of making him remember', everyone on Neverland would probably exile her.
"Are you really gonna just leave me the way I am?" an actually cheerful voice asked from the top of the stairs. Obviously this version of Peter was a real eavesdropper. Alex looked up at his almost smiling face. Smiling. He didn't want to go on with this anymore. He wanted to stay Vincent, and if he didn't want to try being Peter Pan then that wasn't going to help him remember. When she reached the top, she stopped to look at him for a split second before shuffling on down the hall. She could feel his eyes on her waiting for an answer. Alex couldn't give him one though. If she said that, yes, she was just going to leave him the way he was, then she would have to go through with it. The thing was, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. There was the happiness of Neverland, Tinkerbell, and herself. Then there was the happiness of Peter. From what she could tell, doing this was not making him happy. However, there was a chance that when he remembered everything he could be happy. That was only a chance though. Alex's room was dark, even though the sun was beginning to rise outside, and she didn't bother to turn on any lights. Plopping down on her bed she stared out the window in a daze.
"This Peter Pan guy that you say I am…you really miss him huh?" Peters voice broke her thoughts and she turned to see him standing in the doorway.
"Yeah." she answered plainly.
"I'm not anything like him…am I?"
"Nothing at all." she muttered. For a few moments there were no words between them, they only averted their eyes from one another. "I know you don't want to do any of this, so I shouldn't make you…Vincent." Alex choked out the name. She turned back around in time to miss 'Vincent' cringe a bit at the name change and the sourness in her voice. Behind her, the girl could feel the mattress of the bed slump down as the boy sat down with his back turned toward her.
"Don't call me that." he grumbled. At this attitude toward the name, Alex tilted her head toward him as he continued talking. "I dunno who this guy Peter Pan really is or what he did to be so important, but he seems to mean a lot to Mrs. Darling and you. Though I kinda think Mrs. Darling is annoying," Alex had to smile a bit at that. "I don't want to see her sad because of me. And…that stuff I said in the park about you wasn't true ya know. I don't want you to go away…But you will if I don't do this won't you?" he finished and turned towards her. Alex was shocked by his words of feeling. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come. She wasn't used to cheesy little situations like this.
"Right. Since you want me to anyway, I 'spose I'll try to be this Peter guy." he agreed in his normal quiet tone.
"You mean…you'd do that for me?" she looked at him confused. He only looked at her with a small smile and nodded.
************* Oh, how cute, I think our little Vincent Pan has a crush on our own little Alex. Bleh. I really don't like him this way, but don't worry it'll be over sometime or another I promise. Well, that's all for now so go and REVIEW!!!!!!!