Ch. 3
As Tinker Belle guided Wendy to Peter, Wendy started to wonder why Tink had come for her and not one of the Lost Boys. She thought that if Tink hated her so much then why would she choose her. Unless, Peter asked for her, she thought with a smile. Then she felt a release on her ear and a frantic chime of bells.
"What is that Tinker Belle?"
(Chime of angry bells).
Tink pointed to the Jolly Roger and then shot off like a bullet into the canopy. Wendy gasped in fright,
"Tink! Tinker Belle! Where are you going?"
Wendy started to go after her, but then she stopped short when she heard a shot fired. She looked down wide-eyed.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Wendy screamed as loud as she could.
"PETER!!!"
Then she remembered. Peter could not come to her rescue. He was hurt. She had to do this herself. But how could she? She thought to herself, and then finally came to a conclusion that it was either life or death and she just had to make sure that Peter Pan was still living and not seriously injured.
"Let's play a little game boys!" She yelled.
"And what's that Miss Wendy?" Hook asked.
"Oh! You remembered my name! Glorious!"
"Mmm, yes darling. How could I forget such a beautiful face?"
"Oh, how kind, but the question is, how could anyone forget such an ugly face like yours?" Wendy asked sarcastically.
Hook grunted and turned to Smee,
"Oh no she didn't!" Hook asked Smee.
Smee shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Hook rolled his eyes and turned back to talk to Wendy only to find her missing.
"Where is she!?" Hook screamed.
"She flew into the woods Capt'n!" one of the crewmembers said.
"And you refused to tell me because? No! Don't answer that just go find her. I shall have her head on the finest platter you can find! Along with that Pan!"
Wendy flew through the woods calling out Tinker Belle's name. But she did not get a response. She spotted a bolder and flew down to it to it to rest upon. Flying wore her so much. She did not know if she could go on to find Peter. She sighed and laid her head down on the bolder.
"Peter, where are you?" she asked teary eyed.
"Right here Wendy, behind you",
Wendy shot up straight in excitement. Her eyes got very big and her mouth dropped open in a smile of disbelief.
"Oh Peter! You're okay!"
She ran to Peter and gave him hug, which knocked him on the ground. He coughed with a scratchy throat.
"Oh! Peter, I am most defiantly sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"
"That's fine Wendy. You can't do much more damage to me. I'm very ill", Peter said between breaths.
"What is wrong? Did you go get medicine from the Indians? When did this happen?"
"Slow down Wendy. I'm fine. The Indians do not have (gasps for air grasping his side) what I need",
"Well, what do you need? I'll get it for you!"
"It just got here",
"What just got here?"
"You, Wendy. You're what I need right now",
A stray tear ran down her cheek. Peter wiped it off and rubbed her cheek.
"Wendy, I need you stay with me, by my side",
"Of course Peter, I will!"
Peter's eyes started to close and roll into the back of his head. He dropped to the ground.
"Peter! We must get him back to the hideout!" Wendy said to Tink.
Wendy pulled Peter up off the ground and told him that she could not do this on her own. He would have to help as much as he could. He was still conscious, so he could hold some of his wait, but not enough to release the stress on Wendy's shoulders.
She started to go off in the direction to the Home Under The Ground, but Tink chimed excitedly and told Wendy to go to the right and not the left. Wendy did not ask any questions, but did as Tinker Belle said. She could not let Pete die, not now.
When they finally reached the new hideout, Wendy ran inside to find Peter's bed. She laid him down on it supporting his head. She then ran to the fountain and got water for him to drink. He only drank a little before passing out again. Wendy grabbed a stool and sat down beside him. She looked out the window and noticed that the sky was getting darker. She looked down at Peter who did not flinch or make a noise.
"What has happened to you Peter?"
Hours passed and still, Peter did not wake up. Wendy began to get more worried by this time. Especially since Tink had not come back yet from when she went to go get medicine from the Indian doctor, Mother flower. Obviously he had asked for medicine before to be able to get it for free. But, then again, she thought, he had saved Princess Tiger Lilly, so I guess it would be to pay him back. Or, it could've been out of common courtesy.
Peter groaned and opened his eyes. Wendy gasped!
"Peter, you're okay!"
"Not so loud Wendy, please", Peter said kindly.
"Of course, I am very sorry Peter",
"It's alright. Now, I'm sure you have many questions to ask. About why Hook is still alive and why I changed hideouts and chose such an open one. No", Peter put his hand up to stop Wendy from speaking, "I'll answer them, but first, can I have some water and could you help prop me up please?"
"Oh, yes right", Wendy, replied zapping back into reality.
She grabbed the glass that the water was in and propped him up so he could drink from it.
"Peter, you know you really need your rest. You don't have to answer my questions right now",
But being the stubborn boy that he is, he told me anyway.
"Well, I will and I must. First things first. Hook is still alive because when we casted off, he sliced the crocodile open with his hook. Then, when I found this out, I tried to go and kill him off again. But this time, it would be the old fashioned way", he stopped for a breather, "So, one day he came looking for me and I was, well, don't tell anyone, but I was taking a nap you know since I didn't have anything better to do. At that point in time, I still took my medicine",
He looked at Wendy and she smiled with a blush. Oh how much she missed those blue/green eyes. They were like a sea and just took you under like that. Then Peter shot his head back and he glared into space.
"He poisoned my medicine with a poison that makes you have long painful",
"Painful what Peter?"
"D-dd-death!"
"No Peter! You are not dying!"
"Wendy, I'm sorry, but I am. Hold on, I'm not finished yet. Do you remember how I said that to die would be an awfully big adventure", (Wendy nods), "well, it wasn't that big of an adventure after all. In fact, it hurts sometimes. Because, I know that I'll have to leave Neverland, leave my life, Tink, and most importantly, you." Peter gasped turning towards Wendy.
"But you're not going to leave me Peter. You are still here and I will help you!"
"Wendy, stop reassuring yourself. You have to face the fact that I'm going to die. It took me a while too, but I know you can. And that's why I got Tink to go get you. I wanted to spend my last days with the person that I love most. Do you understand Wendy?"
Wendy nodded and started to cry. She could not bear to look at Peter's pale face. His eyes had gone dull without adventure and he had grown weaker.
"Wendy, please don't cry. Everything's going to be all right. I promise", Peter said trying to calm her down.
"How is everything going to be alright without you?" She searched his eyes for answers, but they did not come. Peter brushed her cheek and Wendy took hold of hand. She was not going to let go. She never could and she would not!
Wendy leaned forward into a hug, laid down on the bed beside Peter. Peter took hold of her and rocked her, comforting her. He gave her a kiss on the head before they both fell asleep each of them dreaming about each other.
As Tinker Belle guided Wendy to Peter, Wendy started to wonder why Tink had come for her and not one of the Lost Boys. She thought that if Tink hated her so much then why would she choose her. Unless, Peter asked for her, she thought with a smile. Then she felt a release on her ear and a frantic chime of bells.
"What is that Tinker Belle?"
(Chime of angry bells).
Tink pointed to the Jolly Roger and then shot off like a bullet into the canopy. Wendy gasped in fright,
"Tink! Tinker Belle! Where are you going?"
Wendy started to go after her, but then she stopped short when she heard a shot fired. She looked down wide-eyed.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Wendy screamed as loud as she could.
"PETER!!!"
Then she remembered. Peter could not come to her rescue. He was hurt. She had to do this herself. But how could she? She thought to herself, and then finally came to a conclusion that it was either life or death and she just had to make sure that Peter Pan was still living and not seriously injured.
"Let's play a little game boys!" She yelled.
"And what's that Miss Wendy?" Hook asked.
"Oh! You remembered my name! Glorious!"
"Mmm, yes darling. How could I forget such a beautiful face?"
"Oh, how kind, but the question is, how could anyone forget such an ugly face like yours?" Wendy asked sarcastically.
Hook grunted and turned to Smee,
"Oh no she didn't!" Hook asked Smee.
Smee shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Hook rolled his eyes and turned back to talk to Wendy only to find her missing.
"Where is she!?" Hook screamed.
"She flew into the woods Capt'n!" one of the crewmembers said.
"And you refused to tell me because? No! Don't answer that just go find her. I shall have her head on the finest platter you can find! Along with that Pan!"
Wendy flew through the woods calling out Tinker Belle's name. But she did not get a response. She spotted a bolder and flew down to it to it to rest upon. Flying wore her so much. She did not know if she could go on to find Peter. She sighed and laid her head down on the bolder.
"Peter, where are you?" she asked teary eyed.
"Right here Wendy, behind you",
Wendy shot up straight in excitement. Her eyes got very big and her mouth dropped open in a smile of disbelief.
"Oh Peter! You're okay!"
She ran to Peter and gave him hug, which knocked him on the ground. He coughed with a scratchy throat.
"Oh! Peter, I am most defiantly sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"
"That's fine Wendy. You can't do much more damage to me. I'm very ill", Peter said between breaths.
"What is wrong? Did you go get medicine from the Indians? When did this happen?"
"Slow down Wendy. I'm fine. The Indians do not have (gasps for air grasping his side) what I need",
"Well, what do you need? I'll get it for you!"
"It just got here",
"What just got here?"
"You, Wendy. You're what I need right now",
A stray tear ran down her cheek. Peter wiped it off and rubbed her cheek.
"Wendy, I need you stay with me, by my side",
"Of course Peter, I will!"
Peter's eyes started to close and roll into the back of his head. He dropped to the ground.
"Peter! We must get him back to the hideout!" Wendy said to Tink.
Wendy pulled Peter up off the ground and told him that she could not do this on her own. He would have to help as much as he could. He was still conscious, so he could hold some of his wait, but not enough to release the stress on Wendy's shoulders.
She started to go off in the direction to the Home Under The Ground, but Tink chimed excitedly and told Wendy to go to the right and not the left. Wendy did not ask any questions, but did as Tinker Belle said. She could not let Pete die, not now.
When they finally reached the new hideout, Wendy ran inside to find Peter's bed. She laid him down on it supporting his head. She then ran to the fountain and got water for him to drink. He only drank a little before passing out again. Wendy grabbed a stool and sat down beside him. She looked out the window and noticed that the sky was getting darker. She looked down at Peter who did not flinch or make a noise.
"What has happened to you Peter?"
Hours passed and still, Peter did not wake up. Wendy began to get more worried by this time. Especially since Tink had not come back yet from when she went to go get medicine from the Indian doctor, Mother flower. Obviously he had asked for medicine before to be able to get it for free. But, then again, she thought, he had saved Princess Tiger Lilly, so I guess it would be to pay him back. Or, it could've been out of common courtesy.
Peter groaned and opened his eyes. Wendy gasped!
"Peter, you're okay!"
"Not so loud Wendy, please", Peter said kindly.
"Of course, I am very sorry Peter",
"It's alright. Now, I'm sure you have many questions to ask. About why Hook is still alive and why I changed hideouts and chose such an open one. No", Peter put his hand up to stop Wendy from speaking, "I'll answer them, but first, can I have some water and could you help prop me up please?"
"Oh, yes right", Wendy, replied zapping back into reality.
She grabbed the glass that the water was in and propped him up so he could drink from it.
"Peter, you know you really need your rest. You don't have to answer my questions right now",
But being the stubborn boy that he is, he told me anyway.
"Well, I will and I must. First things first. Hook is still alive because when we casted off, he sliced the crocodile open with his hook. Then, when I found this out, I tried to go and kill him off again. But this time, it would be the old fashioned way", he stopped for a breather, "So, one day he came looking for me and I was, well, don't tell anyone, but I was taking a nap you know since I didn't have anything better to do. At that point in time, I still took my medicine",
He looked at Wendy and she smiled with a blush. Oh how much she missed those blue/green eyes. They were like a sea and just took you under like that. Then Peter shot his head back and he glared into space.
"He poisoned my medicine with a poison that makes you have long painful",
"Painful what Peter?"
"D-dd-death!"
"No Peter! You are not dying!"
"Wendy, I'm sorry, but I am. Hold on, I'm not finished yet. Do you remember how I said that to die would be an awfully big adventure", (Wendy nods), "well, it wasn't that big of an adventure after all. In fact, it hurts sometimes. Because, I know that I'll have to leave Neverland, leave my life, Tink, and most importantly, you." Peter gasped turning towards Wendy.
"But you're not going to leave me Peter. You are still here and I will help you!"
"Wendy, stop reassuring yourself. You have to face the fact that I'm going to die. It took me a while too, but I know you can. And that's why I got Tink to go get you. I wanted to spend my last days with the person that I love most. Do you understand Wendy?"
Wendy nodded and started to cry. She could not bear to look at Peter's pale face. His eyes had gone dull without adventure and he had grown weaker.
"Wendy, please don't cry. Everything's going to be all right. I promise", Peter said trying to calm her down.
"How is everything going to be alright without you?" She searched his eyes for answers, but they did not come. Peter brushed her cheek and Wendy took hold of hand. She was not going to let go. She never could and she would not!
Wendy leaned forward into a hug, laid down on the bed beside Peter. Peter took hold of her and rocked her, comforting her. He gave her a kiss on the head before they both fell asleep each of them dreaming about each other.