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Something cold trickled down Wendy's neck. She opened her adroit blue eyes slowly to a unfamiliar blurry golden face, its matching hair fanned out around it's head like an unhumanly halo. Wendy thought it was a angel.

She murmured softly, "Am I dead?"

A faraway voice said, "No, Wendy, you're alive." She blinked, the face grew clearer.

Peter held a wet cloth to her forehead, "Why would you think you were dead?"

Wendy half smiled, "Nevermind. Where am I?"

He answered, "In your room, you passed out again. I don't think your Aunt will be maddening you about corsets again."

"Thank goodness, I -" Wendy stopped, looking at his face.

Peter found her look to be filled with stupefaction and awe. He asked confound, "What?" She reached out and brushed her fingers across a thin scar above his right eye, "The scar, you got when you fought Hook. I remember seeing it when I had given you my. . . .thimble."

A grin broke on his face, Wendy brought his face down and closed her eyes; kissing the sheer white line. A shiver ran down his spine as he laid his head down on her breast, she ran her fingers through the cloud-soft hair. They smiled contently and suddenly, the maid burst in. She spotted Peter and said, "You, out now! The young miss needs her rest!"

Josie pulled him out as Wendy waved goodbye dazily, falling asleep. The maid led him out, "Come back later Sir."

The door shut behind him and Peter shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking around a few neighborhoods. He was heading back to Fred's house when Peter heard a shriek in the distance.

A girl was on the road, crouching down to pick up her purse and a car was coming right for her! Without thinking, he ran out into street and snatched her up, they both fell onto the sidewalk as the car roared past without stopping. The girl got up, squealing, "Thank you! Oh my gosh, I could have been killed! Thank you, whoever you are!" She was familiar-looking somehow.

Peter nodded and got a good look at her, she had thin cropped jet black hair and small brown eyes. The girl said shyly, "I'm Bethany White."

Peter held out his hand for her to shake, "Peter Pan."

She grinned, picking up her purse, "Thank you Peter Pan."

He nodded once more, "Your welcome."

Bethany took his arm, "Walk me home? I'll tell you the directions."

Peter frowned, "I'm not sure..."

But she had an iron lock grip on his arm and dragged him along. As those two made their way up the lane, Wendy awoke, feeling much better. She ate lunch and made her way to the drawing room when the doorbell rang. She answered it and saw Byron Buron standing there.

She rolled her eyes, "Goodday Mr. Buron."

He said, "Goodday Wendy. I heard you were ill at the Cermonial Ball."

Wendy said warningly, "Actually, I was forced into a device of some sort that caused me not to have enough oxygen in my brain, therefore triggered me to faint."

Byron smiled jokingly, "I believe they call them 'corsets' these days."

Seeing her stone face; his grin faded. He spoke seriously, "I came over to ask if you wanted to have dinner at my house tonight."

Wendy crossed her arms, "I'm not sure if I want to."

Byron sighed, "Come on Wendy, please? If you do this, then I'll stop bothering you."

She highly doubted that, last time, he had promised and it lasted for about two days.

Aunt Millicent came up behind her, knowing it was impolite to turn down the offer in front of her Aunt, Wendy said, "Fine." Byron's face turned cheerful and he leaned in to kiss her, Wendy couldn't prevent it and silently cursed him; secretly hating it; as his lips touched hers.

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