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Also, this story turns out to get quite long. I'm still somewhere in the exposition and the main Peter-Wendy part has just about started. So for all of you who are waiting for some more Wendy-Peter action, there's definitely gone be some, it just might take a few more chapters. I go on holiday in two weeks and from there on I'll have more time on my hands and the chapters will get longer to speed things up a little.

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SHOW ME HEAVEN

Chapter 10

Dreaming

It felt good to be near him, to be so close to him. His scent filled her senses and engulfed her intoxicatingly. She put her arms around him, never wanting to let go of him again. Peter. He had finally come back to her. They were reunited in Neverland. Laughing. Loving. Happy. He would whisper her name and give her that overwhelming smile of his, making her heart melt and her knees go weak and wobbly. They would fly again, soar through the sky as one, as if they had never been separated at all.

A smile spread across Wendy's face while she was sleeping. In dreams, all things dreadful and ugly are forgotten and you can see the world as you want it to be. Right now, Wendy was dreaming and unconsciously her body was moving closer to Peter's, who was lying next to her. Sighing, she contentedly wrapped her arms around him protectively. He was hers as she was his. Deep down in his heart he must feel the same even if he didn't admit it just yet. Some day he would admit it. He had to. Peter and Wendy, they simply belonged together, didn't they?

His shoulder was on fire. Burning pain radiated through his body. It hurt. Gracious god, it really did hurt. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Where was he? Where was his bed? Where was his cabin? Where was Smee?

"Smee," he croaked, his throat sore. He wanted water and some damn good explanation. Everything around him was green. Was he in the forest? How on earth had he gotten here?

And why was his shoulder pulsating and throbbing with pain?

Turning, he tried to sit up to get a better look at his surroundings, but found that he could not do much more than raise his head. Something distinctively heavy was lying on him.

Something?

No.

Someone.

Maybe it was the pain that made him hallucinate, but sprawled across his torso lay a girl, and not any girl, but that stupid little cow he had been searching for all this time! She was smiling and clutching his shirt in her hand. She looked awfully small and young, sweet even, but her appearance was lost on Peter.

He wasn't careful when he rolled her of him. Instead, he simply gave her a good shove and pushed her away. Immediately, he regretted his actions, a searing pain drove through his shoulder right down his arm and into his chest and head and straight down to his toes. Peter would have nearly winced, but gritted his teeth just in time to force the whimper back down his throat. A pirate doesn't show pain.

His shirt was open and now he could see it and with the sight of the wound came the memories. He had been walking through the forest, searching and then…then an arrow had hit him and he could remember that he had looked at it with bewilderment…a piece of wood sticking in his shoulder. Then the pain had come and pushed him into a bottomless black pit of unconsciousness.

The wound didn't look that bad, nevertheless, he had blacked out! He! Thank goodness that none of his men had been around to witness his moment of weakness. Carefully, he examined his shoulder. Dried blood had left dark spots on his formerly clean clothes and had crusted around the edges of the hole in his flesh. The arrow had gone and the bleeding had long since stopped, but he felt weak and vulnerable all the same and weak and vulnerable are not the words one should associate with pirates. However, the wound looked as if it had rapidly healed over night and he was rapidly getting back his strength. It was still raw and open and it hurt like hell every time he tried moving his arm, yet Peter knew that soon all that would remind him of this unfortunate incident, would be a scar. Had he slept longer than he thought? Maybe more than just one day had past since he had been injured?

One of his lace handkerchiefs, which had been obviously used to cover the wound before it slipped further down his chest, was so encrusted with blood that it was spoiled for any further use. Lazily, Peter peeled it off his skin and flung it aside.

Wendy wasn't woken by her mother's sweet voice ringing through the nursery as usual, instead, she rather ungracefully was flopped on her front and her face buried in dirt and moss. Immediately, yesterday's memories flooded her mind. Peter. The arrow. The fairies. The hut. Peter. She could feel him being next to her and could hear his sharp intakes of breath every time he moved.

The dream was still fresh in her mind and it took her an awful lot of self restrain not to fling herself at him. He was alive and well enough to stir. Her heart ached and she could feel her stomach churn because she was so near him, so close to him. Here in the woods, far away from the Jolly Roger and the pirates, surrounded by trees and plants, it was just like it used to be. Him and her. They had spent the night together, alone. A blush crept on her face and tinged her cheeks with a rosy pink. What would Father think? And mother?

At a snail's pace, Wendy turned to face the young man by her side. She had to be careful, after all, he was still a pirate and not the Pan she used to know. Inwardly, she even regretted that she had been so carelessly that she hadn't taken any precautions. She should have tied his hands and her knife at the ready. It hurt her to think these thoughts, to be afraid of Peter, but how could she make him remember if he injured or even killed her first?

"Peter?" she asked timidly, ready to back away just in case he would attack her, but the tiny hut wouldn't give her room to escape anyway. "How are you?"

In the mean time, Peter had gotten into a sitting position, crouching low so that his head would not hit the low ceiling. Carefully not to move his arm to much, he pulled at his shirt and tried to button it up. He flinched as another wave of pain shot through him.

"Peter?" Wendy repeated as she didn't get an answer and then, before she even knew what she was doing, she reached out and gently put her hand on Peter's. "I'll do it," she said softly and her fingers graced over his skin, searching for buttons and buttonholes and sending jolts of heat up her fingers and right into her heart whenever she touched him. Could he feel it, too?

Roughly, he slapped her hands away. Her startled look found his eyes, but there was no softness in them. He was oblivious to the sting in her heart which his words and actions caused her and his eyes remained cold and empty, even though the familiar, mischievous sparkle was there.

He had just returned to his hiding-place when he noticed that someone inside the hut was moving. It was early in the morning and he had actually been quite proud that he had made it here at this time of the day without anybody else realizing that he was leaving or where he was headed in particular. After all, it had taken him quite an amount of courage until he had finally decided to keep an eye on the girl and the pirate.

Now, things were getting interesting. The door of the little hut swung open and out crawled the pirate, feet first and violently cursing all the way.

"Keep your dirty hands off me," he sneered as he made his way out of the hut. Getting to his feet, he brushed the dirt of his clothes and watched the door while Wendy followed him back into the open. Once Peter had gone outside, she had looked for Jingle, but there had been no sign of the little fairy that had gone to sleep with them the night before. Had she only dreamed that the fairy had been there?

As soon as Wendy, too, had left the little house, their shelter began to shrink at rapid speed. Getting smaller and smaller by the second. Now it was only a foot tall, a doll's house and still shrinking, turning into a miniscule hut no bigger than a match box. A few heart beats later, the hut was so tiny that they couldn't see it anymore. It had vanished amongst the leaves and the moss on the ground.

Peter had watched the scene with a frown on his handsome face, but used the distraction and grabbed hold of Wendy's arm. His grip was tight and strong.

"What?" Wendy gasped at the sudden contact. Only a few hours ago she had feared for Peter's life and now he was up and about again, as if nothing had ever happened.

"You're coming with me," he said and already began to manhandle her through the thicket of the forest. "You managed to get away once, but I certainly won't let you escape a second time."

"Why are you doing this to me, Peter?"

"Why I am doing this to you?" he answered. "The question is why you are doing these things to me! Why did you come here? Why did you stay with me when I got injured?" He stopped at his last words and turned round to face the girl he was dragging behind him. His gaze was searching, suspiciously questioning her of her motives.

"I…" She wasn't sure of what to say. She knew she loved him, she loved the boy that had taken her to the Neverland so many months ago and she could feel that he was still in the young man in front of her. Could she tell him that she was in love with him? But this person standing in front of her wasn't her Peter. He looked like him, smiled like him and smelled like him, yet he was acting completely different. Could she love this new Peter or was all that she could think of how to change him back into what he used to be?