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SHOW ME HEAVEN

CHAPTER 9

The Little House

It was a fairy who found them.

The sun had long since gone down and a chilly wind swept through the branches of the trees, making the leaves shiver.

Wendy had tried to pull Peter's body away from where they were, but he was too heavy to be moved by a single girl. She had considered going to the Pirates to ask them for help, but wouldn't let Peter stay behind alone. He was still unconscious, only groaning now and then and his condition hadn't improved. On the contrary, Wendy even thought it had gone from bad to worse even though the bleeding had eventually stopped. His body was now searing hot and the wound itself looked nasty. The injury wasn't the only thing bothering Wendy. There were more dangers out in the Neverforest than she cared to think of right now and it was getting colder and colder by the second, since the sun was no longer warming the island. Crying, she had fallen asleep next to Peter.

At first, it only had been one single, tiny fairy that after night had come, had left its flowery house, stretched and yawned and then hidden behind an oak leaf after she had seen the two humans.

Fairies don't usually associate with humans. They rather keep to themselves and in case ever a human being comes near their playgrounds, they disguise as flowers so that no one would see and discover them. However, don't be fooled into thinking that fairies can't defend themselves! On the contrary, half a dozen fairies, armed with tiny spears as well as bows and arrows, can easily defeat a grown-up human, as they have very well proved in the past already. They will stab you to death, or compel you to nurse their children and turn you into something tedious, like a tree or a bush. If they can't get hold of you to hex you because you managed to escape, they'll assault you every time you come even remotely near them.

So, it shouldn't surprise us that the first thought of our little fairy was to hide and then to fly to alarm her little friends. Yet, this fairy was a particularly curious specie-woman and after she had thought herself safe behind her oak leaf for a whole two minutes (which, in fairy time is awfully long), she dared take a peek at the two humans. It was Wendy who interested her most. Of course, she had already seen several of the boys, Pirates and Indians roam through the Neverforest, but girls were a rather rare sight on the island.

Brave as she was, she silently lifted into the air and cautiously let herself drift towards the sleeping bodies on the ground. Softly, she landed on Peter's chest and then carefully walked across his chest, climbing over the silk shirt and determinedly making her way towards Wendy's arm that lay sprawled over Peter, still clutching in her hand the piece of cloth she had used to stop his wound from bleeding. It was one of the silvery buttons on Wendy's sleeve that had caught her attention and as soon as she reached it, the little fairy started posing in front of it as if it was a mirror. She was so engrossed in admiring herself that she was mortified when Wendy turned in her sleep and thus robbed her of her mirror-button. Fuming, the tiny elf started gibbering and cursing, completely forgetting that making noise might not be such a good idea if one wanted to stay unnoticed. And indeed, the noise woke Wendy.

Groggily, Wendy opened her eyes. She couldn't remember falling asleep, but obviously, she had somewhere along the way. The next thing she knew was that something was violently pulling at her sleeve.

"What?" she asked softly and lifted her arm, taking a small, glowing fairy who still clung desperately to the cloth and therefore to the button with it.

"Oh, who are you?" Wendy said, intrigued by the little intruder, but as soon as the fairy noticed that she had been spotted, she let go of the sleeve and sped behind the safety of her oak leaf.

Careful not to disturb Peter, Wendy stood up and took two or three steps towards the hiding place.

"You don't have to be afraid. I won't do you any harm."

The fairy, who did as all fairies do, didn't quite trust Wendy's promise, but couldn't help glancing at her. Wendy gave her an encouraging smile and extended her flat hand and after a second glance, the fairy cautiously stepped on it. After all, Wendy didn't look too dangerous to her and there was still the possibility of getting a glimpse of, or well a glimpse of herself, in the button. Slowly, Wendy lifted her up to her face.

"Hello," she whispered and the creature on her hand responded with a soft jingle. "My name's Wendy. Wendy Moira Angela Darling… and who are you?" Wendy accompanied her introduction by curtseying and so did the fairy, again happily tinkling.

Now, if Wendy had been a little younger, she would have still been able to understand the fairy language and therefore have known the name of her tiny acquaintance, however, all she could hear was a joyful tinkling and jingling.

"I think, I'll call you Jingle. Yes, I think that fits you," she laughed.

It was then that Peter stirred and groaned.

"Peter!" Wendy shrieked and nearly sent Jingle smashing into the next tree trunk. Immediately, Wendy knelt down beside him and stroked his forehead.

"Peter, can you hear me? Oh, Peter!"

Curious as to what was going on, Jingle landed on Peter's chest again and spotting the wound, walked up to his shoulder, leaving tiny footprints of Fairy dust on his clothes. Either she didn't mind nor care that she was just standing on top of the most feared pirate on the island, or she simply didn't recognize Peter for who he was.

"Jingle, please, he is badly wounded, can't you help him with your fairy magic?"

The fairy just looked at Wendy, disbelief in her little eyes. Helping a human? No way that she would help a human, besides, she wasn't good enough to heal an injured person anyway! Slowly, she shook her head, gave Wendy one last look and wanted to fly off, but Wendy's pleads called her back.

"Please, no, don't go!"

Hesitantly, Jingle hovered in midair. Wendy was nearly crying, her eyes already filled with tears that threatened to fall. Then Jingle left her and Peter on her own again.

It was hopeless, wasn't it? Now even a fairy had abandoned them. Didn't even the fairies remember Peter? He had always been kind to them. Where was Tink when you needed her?

Peter would die. She could feel his life draining away and there was no one here to help them. No one. It wouldn't be long before the wild beasts would find them. In fact, by now Wendy had begun to wonder why the bears and wolves hadn't come yet. They could certainly smell Peter's blood and since he was so badly wounded, he was easy prey. Wendy tried hard to blink the tears away, she wouldn't cry. Not yet. She still had Wiggy's knife and remembering the small weapon, she searched for it in one of her pockets and finding it, clutched it tightly in her hand. Whatever would come for them, she would defend Peter and herself. The knife wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

"Everything will be fine, Peter. I won't give up, I promise, I won't. You'll be fine. I won't let you die," she whispered soothingly and stroked his sweaty hair out of his face.

Suddenly, an immense bustling and chiming filled the air. Startled, Wendy got to her feet, knife at the ready even though her hands trembled. Was this it?

Only seconds later, they were surrounded by an innumerable number of fairies. Small ones and taller ones. Thin ones and fat ones. Ones that glowed golden and others that had a pinch of orange in their glow.

The sight rendered Wendy speechless. She could still remember watching one of their balls, but the number of fairies that had come here was simply mind-boggling. Overwhelmed, she sank to her knees, the knife dropping to the floor unnoticed. Some of the fairies carried tiny tools with them, others had already brought twigs and leafs with them. Wendy watched in awe as the little workmen and –women started to work around her and Peter. Soon, she could see what they were up to. They were building a house! A real little house for them!

Wendy wouldn't believe her eyes. Already, the walls were two feet high, made of leaves and twigs, complicatedly interwoven with each other, leaving gaps for windows with windowsills on which they put the most beautiful flowers. There was a door and a doorknocker, just like the one back when Peter and the Lost Boys had built her little house for her to keep her safe and warm. Later, there was chimney which, once finished, promptly started to smoke and immediately, Wendy felt warm inside. She watched the fairies work from one of the windows and she could see that they were so fond of their house that even though it was quite finished, they just wouldn't cease to add some more detail to it. So they gave it ever so many extra touches and after that even a few more.

Then, an army of gardeners arrived, bringing seeds and bulbs and tiny fairy spades and forks with them to start work on a garden for the little house. Soon, the fairy magic worked and there was a wonderful flower garden to the right and if Wendy threw a glance out of one of the windows on the left, she could see a fine vegetable garden. Roses grew up the walls of the house and after less than five minutes, everything stood in full bloom.

Now, the house certainly wasn't huge in our standards. It was just long and wide enough to cover Peter and Wendy, but if you compare it to the size of one tiny little fairy, it was gigantic. And, what was even more important, it gave Wendy an even bigger amount of hope back. Presently, they were safe from the dangers of the forest. Tomorrow, she would think of something to get them out of their misery.

One after one, the fairies left, taking their tools and unused seeds with them. Wendy called her thanks out to them and watched their golden glows disappear in the darkness of the trees one by one. Just as she thought that now Peter and her were finally alone again and the last bit of light had vanished from her sight, a tiny golden glow settled in one of the window frames.

Jingle.

"Jingle," Wendy smiled at her little benefactress. "Thank you, thank you so much."

The fairy only tinkled slightly, then yawned and stretched and eventually settled down beneath a tulip leaf as cover and with a rose knob as pillow, went to sleep.

Wendy was more than thankful that Jingle had decided to stay with them. Her light reminded Wendy of the nightlights back at home that would never go out, but be there and protect the sleepers.

Peter seemed to have calmed as well. He was still feverish, but his breathing had steadied and in the fairy's soft, faint glow, the wound didn't look as nasty anymore either.

Neither Wendy nor Jingle and certainly not Peter noticed the gleaming pair of eyes that had been watching them for the past few hours. Once the watcher was sure that the three had certainly fallen asleep, they turned and left. They would come back in the morning to see if Wendy and Peter were still there and if the Pirate was still alive.