A/N: OMG love Peter Pan. So much. Obv not as much as Wendy but whatever. Ok, chapter…
Possibly there couldn't have been a more charming scene. Wendy sat there on the bed, warm and safe inside her lover's arms.
Her hair fell against his front, the warmth of his tanned skin. Slowly, she dragged her fingers through his unruly blonde curls. Her fingers found the swoop of his nose, the soft edges of those beautiful clear eyes.
Peter's own eager fingers swept up to pull themselves around her neck, stroking silky brown hair, the flat of his knuckles touching her cheek gently.
Tentatively, their lips met as they had so many years ago, softly plucking at each other's senses.
Love you, he thought, directly at her. I love you more than anything.
More than life itself. Wendy thought directly back, sniffing back tears of joy.
It was indeed a lovely sight, and there was only two to see it. One was a strange girl, clad in white nightgown soft brown curls spilling down her back. The other was a brightly illuminated sprite, golden hair piled to her head. Elegantly dressed, pieces of leaves made her tiny dress, with a minute dagger in the belt.
The girl could have seen it, but she preferred not to intrude of the tender reunion of the lovers. Instead she looked out to the vacant sky and the moon that had taken her to Neverland. The faery danced upon her knee, strutting noisily in a happy dance.
Nettle Morris glanced at the houses so many miles away, and thought of what other experiences she had had of love. Sadly, this was the closest to love she thought she had ever been, in watching a pair meant to be together re-unite in sweet caresses, long, careful gazes at each others faces, tears being brushed away by the other's hand.
It was so beautiful Nettle wanted to laugh and cry and lie in another's arms all in the same moment. But, for some reason, Nettle felt she could not be happy.
What lay for her back in her own room was somehow no comfort to her, it was empty. A life she felt would be hell to return too. She wanted Neverland. That would be a heaven. A glade in which she could share… Anyway, maybe she ought to leave now so save herself the pain of being told Neverland was for the lovers now. Or else she'd be ignored. Lost.
Slowly, dully, she summoned the thought of flying to her – the happiest thought she had at present, and felt her body lift mechanically from the windowsill and drift on into the night.
Tinkerbelle watched her go. Knowing no amount of faery persuasion would lure her back to the windowsill. Still, Tinkerbelle sighed heavily. Something wasn't right. The girl's duty was not yet fulfilled, even though it was no duty she had assigned herself.
Tinkerbelle, being a faery had not the thought to consider what the next of Nettle's task would be, but anyhow, she flew frantically after the brown haired child, squeaking in high, tinkling hurriedness – a rushing sound that is common trait of faery.
Nettle turned as she heard, her face strangely calm and impassive.
'What is it Tink?' she said heavily.
'Let them be happy. I… I am so glad for them.'
Not finished! Tink squealed desperately.
Not finished, little weed!
'What do you mean?' Nettle asked dully, 'They are happy, let it be so!'
Not yet! Tinkerbelle argued.
Nettle frowned. 'Yes. Finished. Done. Let me go and… and live.' Her heart sank as she thought and grow old.
No. To grow old. What an awful thought. What madness would she sink into as a grown woman?
She sighed, flew forward and away form Tinkerbelle, demonstrating a sudden spurt of speed, however unenthusiastic the thought was behind it.
Tinkerbelle stamped her foot in mid air, a sign of frustrated anger. Tink's short temper was almost ready to be unsheathed, but she kept it down, for the sake of Peter, for Wendy, and for Nettle.
She racked her brains hard, and jumped as the word she was looking for came into her head.
Married! she squealed suddenly, Wendy to be married!
Nettle whirled around, a movement that took her considerably higher in the air. With this new task came the relief of going home – at least for a while.
'Of course!' she said suddenly flying away and past Tinkerbelle, but even as she did the thought settled heavy in her – how on earth could she solve this? Marriage? She could not brake up a marriage surely? A brief image of Peter and Wendy flashed into her brain. Of course she could break up a wedding. For the sakes of two who were so clearly meant for each other.
Nettle was a little touched to find the two lovers scanning the skies for her as she flew back to the windowsill. 'Where did you go?' Wendy asked, 'for a moment I thought you'd gone home!'
She pulled Nettle into a tight embrace as the girl landed on the edge of the sill, and Nettle returned the hug awkwardly. 'Thank-you Nettle,' Wendy breathed, 'You've… you've brought me back…'
Wendy cringed and giggled. 'I sound far too grown up!' she cried.
Peter grinned at her, flew to Nettle and kissed the girl lightly on the cheek.
Nettle blushed furiously and Wendy laughed, Peter coming away with a slightly arrogant smile.
One that Nettle knew was perpetual.
She sighed, and spoke.
'Wendy lady, Peter.'
She curtsied, and both returned the formality. 'My duty is almost done,' Nettle pronounced, knowing not where the words came from.
'But there is one last matter for my destiny to meet: what you plan to do now.'
Both frowned, oddly, and then smiled. 'I hadn't thought of that,' Peter admitted.
'Neither have I,' Wendy said, her smile drooped in one corner of her mouth.
'What is it?' Peter asked, his hand slipping into hers subconsciously.
Nettle smiled. Meant to be. She thought.
'The wedding,' Nettle and Wendy said in one voice and filled with the disappointed tones of a child who had been denied their favourite toy.
Peter's bright eyes became suddenly dull and his heart sank.
'Formalities,' he said finally, waving his hand to emphasize the dismissal.
'We have only to take the second star to the right…'
'And then straight on 'til morning,' Wendy whispered, raising his hand to her mouth so that she might kiss it.
'Yes, Peter, I know.'
Nettle uttered a small laugh. 'You two…' she muttered, watching them with admirable eyes.
Both smiled bashfully.
'Lets go then,' Peter said, smiling. 'To Neverland!'
'Peter,' Wendy touched Peter's arm, giving him a meaningful look. 'I can't just go. I can't just leave. I have to…'
Suddenly everything clicked into place, right before Nettle's eyes, and her heart sank as she realised that Peter and Wendy hadn't needed her after all.
'You did before, Wendy.' She said sadly. 'You can again, you know.'
Wendy looked at her, blue eyes suddenly bright and full of tears.
'Oh. Yes…'
A/N: Ok… I really don't know where to go from here – any suggestions? I think maybe if you tell me what you really want to happen next and I'll just write. Obviously that means you have to REVIEW!!! Please I need many of them! Thank you darling reader!
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