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It's due to Mr. J. M. Barry,

That we know Tink,

The little fairy,

And if you think

The same as me

Then read ahead

And we will see

What Wendy said

In Chapter Three.

Author's Note: I'm sorry it's all a bit mushy and there's a lot of fluff, but hey, I can't help it. Which is kind of strange, because usually I can't come anywhere near a good sappy romance, even if I wanted to. So, I'm still experimenting with it and I hope that you like the following chapter.

I have a vague idea about the plot and the story in general, but I do not have a detailed sketch of it, so I can't really say what exactly might happen in the next chapters until I write them.

This story is rated R, because there might be some incidents in the next chapters, which are not suitable for anybody under age and I think I'm better off safe than sorry.

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SHOW ME HEAVEN

Chapter 3

Peter

He hadn't changed much. Although he looked older than when she had last seen him. His hair, his eyes and his insolent posture were still the same and Wendy faced him bravely as she stood in front of him, held by his two dirty goons. Slowly, the fear within her subsided and was replaced by surprise and astonishment as the realization of who stood there in front of her finally hit her.

"Peter," she whispered barely audible, more to herself than to him.

He had grown quite a lot and was a couple of inches taller than her. His messy blonde hair framed his tanned face, which had become a little more defined and mature. His body seemed even more toned and he had broader shoulders than he used to have. Instead of his former outfit made of vines and leaves, Peter was now dressed in fine linen and silk, clothes similar to the ones Hook used to wear when he was in command of the Jolly Roger. Only now Peter seemed to have taken his place.

"Peter, you're a pirate."

Saying it out loud didn't make it easier to belief in for Wendy. She had wanted to see him again and now that her wish was eventually granted, she couldn't belief her eyes. How could Peter Pan have turned into a pirate? How could he have grown? He wasn't the boy who had left her by her window. He was a man, a very young man that is, but yet a man.

"What else would I be, precious? One of those dirty children running around in this forest?" he answered with a smirk that only looked all to familiar and his men howled with laughter.

Wendy was speechless.

"Now, let's take her back to the ship, then we'll see what we can make of her." That said, the Captain turned and followed by his men and a struggling Wendy, he made his way back on board the Jolly Roger.

Wendy didn't seem to pose much of a threat to them, after all she was nothing but a little girl in their opinion, and as soon as they had reached the vessel she was unceremoniously shoved into the Captain's cabin. They didn't even bother to tie her hands. The last time she had been on board, she had shared this cabin with Peter. They had set in the chairs by the fire-place and enjoyed each others company. But back then he had been a boy. How could things have changed so much in such a short a time? Once again, tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall.

Defeated, she slumped down into an armchair and it didn't take long, then she could hear the door open with a click and someone enter the room.

It was Peter, who walked up to her and quietly sat down in the chair opposite hers. The same chair he had sat in two years ago. But things were different now. He was different now. He was a pirate.

"Peter, how could you?" she asked, her voice still so soft that it was but a mere whisper. "Don't you remember me?"

His eyes were still the same…blue lakes that seemed to engulf her and pull her into the deep waters of his soul.

"I'm afraid, I have never seen you before, my dear." He replied, a small smile playing around his lips. The same smile she had pictured every night before she fell asleep in her bed. He leaned back in his chair and lazily twirled a dagger in his hands. "But as you can see, I am here to take time to get to know you. So why don't you tell me something about you? Where do you come from and what were you doing in the middle of the forest?"

"But Peter, you must remember me, please. I'm Wendy. Your Wendy. Don't you remember the night I've sown your shadow back on…or…or the thimble? Peter, you do remember my thimble, don't you?" her voice was desperately pleading with him and her cheeks were flushed. He couldn't have forgotten their thimble.

"Thimble? What's that girly nonsense? I ensure you I don't know anything about you. Now, who are you and what were you doing in the forest?" His voice had changed from the somewhat casual tone he had used before and now sounded deep and dangerous.

"I was searching for you, Peter."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Me? And why would you go and search me in the forest? I'm the captain of this ship, why didn't you come here? Don't you think it is more likely to find a pirate on his ship than out in the woods?"

"I didn't think of you as a pirate. I…I thought you would be with the Lost Boys."

With a metallic thud he hurled the dagger on the floor where it lay forgotten. Leaning forward, he grabbed her upper arms and ungallantly jerked her towards him. Their faces were a mere inch apart and Wendy could feel his hot breath on her skin.

"Watch your mouth, wench. I'm the last person to walk this planet to be one of the Lost Boys. So stop lying and tell the truth!"

Wendy cringed and a shiver ran down her spine. How could Peter do this to her?

"Let go off me! I'm not lying, Peter. You were one of them, at least when I last saw you two years ago. What happened Peter? Why did you change?"

"I didn't change, I've always been captain on this ship." He sounded angry now and his grip on her arms tightened.

"Please, you must remember my thimble…our thimble." Tears stood in Wendy eyes and she felt so weak and vulnerable. Had it been Hook who had captured her, she would have known how to stood her ground, but with Peter…

"Oh, stop it. I haven't been talking to you but a few minutes and already I feel like killing you, you silly little girl," he hissed.

"What about Slightly, Curly and the Twins, Peter? Have you forgotten about them, too? And John and Michael?" her voice sounded desperate now and she was determined to make him remember. Heavy tears were rolling down her cheeks. This was not the Pan she used to know. The boy she loved. "What about Tinker Bell? And the fairies?"

"Fairies?" he smiled cruelly. "Certainly there is no such thing as fairies."

With a strangled cry she tried to launch at him. But he was way stronger than Wendy, so it didn't take him much to keep her in check. She struggled vainly in his grasp, which would most definitely leave bruises on her white skin, and after only a few seconds her body went limp in his grip.

She sobbed freely now and cried in his arms. However, it was not the loving embrace that she had dreamed of in which he held her and with one last cold look, he pushed her back into her chair and left the cabin.

Slowly Peter closed the cabin door behind him. She had made his blood boil, this stupid girl. He had never ever seen her in his life before and yet, she stirred emotions in him that were too hard for him to control.

They were different. He simply felt and knew it at the same time. When he had been so near to her, he could even smell it in her hair. The smell of summer, wind and freedom. The same smell that seemed to ooze from those horrible children. He hated it.

But maybe he could use his strange new guest to his own advantage. If she was indeed one of the Lost Children then he might be able to use her to lure them into a trap.

Wendy heard the cabin door click close for the third time that day. Again, she was left alone with her thoughts, but now it hurt even more.

Peter.

A pirate.

When did hell freeze over?

She cowered in her arm chair, trying to hide from the world. Somewhere deep down in her heart she knew that she had always wanted Peter Pan to grow up so that one day he would come back to her window in London and sweep her into his arms and take her away to explore the many things the world hides from the children. But she had never wanted him to be a pirate. Pirates were evil creatures. They didn't care for anybody but themselves, they had no morals. Peter did have morals. Peter cared about her and the boys and…and she cared about him. She cared about Peter and whatever it was that had made him change she would find a solution, turn him back into the Pan he used to be.

Wendy stifled one last sob and wiped her nose on her sleeve. There was no time for crying. Something sparkled in the glittery sunlight that fell in through the stained glass windows in the back of the cabin and caught her eye.

Peter's dagger lay innocently by the armchair, waiting to be picked up by his righteous owner. Wendy didn't hesitate. The pirates might think she was nothing but a little girl, but she had been taught to fight by the best swordsman on the planet and now it was time to show him that she still had it in her. She certainly wouldn't give up this easily.