Chapter 2: Their Battle
Ok I know this one could have been better but bare with me. I promise the next one will be better.
Oh and beware, if you don't like long chapters you will probably hate me! lol Cause I like to write long ones!
"And he never ever grew up," Wendy finished.
Peter was entranced by her story. The boys clapped and cheered. Peter slowly faded back to reality. Wendy was smiling at him. Peter scooted himself over to her and placed his lips on hers. Curly made gagging noises. Wendy pulled out and laughed at him. The boys, tired from her story, went to their beds.
Almost instantly snores could be heard. Peter smirked and pulled Wendy close to him by her waist. She giggled and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. They began kissing immediately and didn't have any intention to stop. Wendy held the back of his head with her hands. She felt a cold hand on her shoulder. Peter's hands were still around her waist. Hook! She thought.
She pulled out of the kissing and collapsed into Peter's arms. He saw Hook's hand on her shoulder and held her tighter. Hook put his other hand on her should and pulled them apart. Peter grabbed his sword and pointed it at him. "Let her go and I will consider sparing you," he yelled. Hook laughed.
His crew came out of the shadows holding the boys. They were gagged. Wendy screamed at the sight of them. Peter tried stabbing at Hook, but he was using Wendy as a shield. She shook her head and they were pulled out of the hideout. He wanted to follow, but he knew he must first think of a plan.
Tinkerbell flew in furiously pounding the air with her tiny fists. "What is it?" Peter asked following her with his head. She acted out a scene of Hook pushing Wendy and the boys off the plank. Peter grabbed his sword and shoved it in the fire. "I'll burn his eyes out if he kills any of them," he said angrily watching the sword turn from gray to an orange-ish color. Tinkerbell laughed. "Come on Tink," Peter said flying off to Hook's ship. Tinkerbell flew after him. "Peter! Peter! You left your sword in the fire!" she yelled. Peter turned around. He smirked and went back to get his sword. He took the steaming sword and pulled it from the burning fire. He held it a few inches from his face; it was warm on his cheeks. He flew off smiling broadly.
He landed on the starboard side of the Jolly Roger in a sitting position. Tink fluttered nervously on his right shoulder. Slowly he lifted a hand and set it in an indent on the ship's side. He pushed his feet back so they were behind him. Tinkerbell grabbed onto one of his dirty blonde curls to steady herself. "Ow, Tink!" He whispered angrily, "Let go!" Reluctantly she let go and left his shoulder hovering just above it. Peter placed his hand gingerly on the top of the side. He poked his head above it just enough so he could see.
Wendy was roped to the mast. She was cold and he could tell. He wanted to spring onto the ship and untie her. He wanted to hug her and make her warm. His eyes burned with hatred. He wanted to stab Hook hard in the hart. Speaking of Hook, where was he?
He was looking towards the left at the Captain's quarters when it happened. Something cold touched just under his chin. He turned his head sharply to the right. Big mistake. He felt the metal cut through his skin. He raised his eyes to see Hook's smirking face.
Without hesitation he sprang into the air. He landed gracefully on the ship's grimy deck. He pulled his sword out of his leafy belt and pointed it at Hook. "Let them go!" he bellowed. Hook laughed. "You want your precious Wendy, don't you?" he mocked.
Peter turned to look at her. She looked awful; pale and shivering. He walked close enough towards her so he could just touch her face. He reached out his hand and caressed her freezing face. He quickly pulled his hand away. He took his smaller sword and cut the ropes binding her.
Hook saw his chance and went for it. He made an attempt to cut through Peter's side. Quickly he turned on his heel and blocked Hook's attempt with his other sword. "Not bad! For an old man!" Peter said mockingly. Hook grunted. "What's wrong codfish?" Peter laughed. Again Hook came at him and again he blocked.
Whilst Peter and Hook fought Wendy unbound the other with Peter's small sword. They grabbed swords in Hook's quarters and went to kill the crew.
Peter jabbed his sword at Hook's arm. "Gah!" he yelped in pain. Peter smirked at the deep gash he created on the crease of Hook's inner elbow. Hook held his arm close to his chest as he watched the blood seep through his elegant red coat embroidered with gold cloth. "You can't win codfish!" Peter said moving his sword from Hook's arm to right below his chin. He pushed Hook's head up with his sword pushing the metal slowly into his skin. Blood dripped onto his sword as an evil sort of smirk spread across his face. Hook groaned in pain.
Wendy and the boys ran down the stairs cheering. They stopped dead in their tacks as they watched Hook and Peter. Peter looked at them, mostly Wendy. He saw their disgusted faces and released Hook. The wounded pirate fell to the ground helplessly. The only thing that had been holding him up was the sword under his chin. Peter smirked.
"Do you give up then Mr. Codfish?" Peter said, utterly please with the wounds he has caused. Hook could only gaps in pain. Satisfied, Peter put his sword back into his belt and reached for Wendy's hand. Instead she handed him the small sword he had given her to unbind the boys. He smiled when he saw it was covered in blood and took it from her. He carefully put it in his belt and took her hand. "Come on Tink!" Peter ordered.
Tink had been watching both teams from a rope she was sitting on. She flew down to Peter's shoulder and patted his neck with her tiny hand. "Thanks!" he replied smiling at her. Then he turned to Wendy and they flew off. "This isn't over!" Hook shouted after them still holding his arm. "Of course it is!" Peter yelled back. He saw Hook gagging over the ship and laughed.
When Peter, Wendy and the boys landed inside of the hideout Peter took Wendy by her waist. "Once again Peter Pan has saved the day!" she said placing her hands gently on his shoulders. He leaned in to kiss her, but she touched his bleeding chin. His eyes shot open and he groaned in pain. "Let's fix this," she said sweetly. She took his hands off her waist and walked outside.
When she came back she had acquired a small flower filled with liquid to the rim. She walked over to Peter, who was now sitting on the bed, and gently tilted his head back. "Now hold still," she ordered. Peter bit his lip, but obeyed. Slowly she dribbled the liquid down his chin. Again he groaned. She ran her fingers through his dirty blonde curls to soothe the pain. When she had drained the last bit she told him to stay there.
When she returned the wound had vanished. He touched where the cut had been and smiled. "Thanks," he said pulling her down beside him. Wendy took the back of his neck in her hands and pressed her lips against his. He placed his hands on her thighs and kissed back. She squirmed at bit at this. She knew he wouldn't have known what he was doing, but she didn't want anything to start. She took her hands off his neck and grabbed his hands. While still kissing him she placed them around her waist. She then grabbed the back of his neck. He pulled her closer and urged his tongue into her mouth. She excepted this happily, but was astounded when she felt his chest up against hers.
This was the closest they had ever been. She knew she should do something, but what? After a few minutes she pulled out. They were so close his nose was less than a centimeter from her own. She laughed and slowly pushed him from her. "I think we are done," she said slightly embarrassed. "Right," Peter said releasing her from his grip, "we really need to put an end to this uh...kissing...whatever you guys call it." Wendy looked rather sad. "Perhaps you're right," she mumbled. Peter was about to get up when Wendy placed her hands on his shoulders almost pushing him down. "Wait!" she cried. Peter had a very puzzled look on his face. She touched her lips to his just brushing them up to his own. When she gently released him he pushed his way off the bed.
"Wendy, we have to stop," he almost begged. She shot him an angry look. He knew he has touched a nerve with his words. Why can't she just understand? "Wendy, I-" he began walking over to her. He sat down and placed an arm around her shaking shoulder. She wanted to shove him away and scream into his face. Or did she just want to kiss him? "You what?" she almost spat at him. "I-um..." She could tell he was trying to bring his feelings into words, which was hard. "I...don't know how to say this..." He looked directly into her beautiful blue eyes. "I.....l-love you Wendy...but," he continued, "this kissing thing...it's just...to much right now." She nodded. "I know, there is just do much you don't know about." Peter cocked an eyebrow. "What don't I know?" he said cockily. She laughed at his remark. "A great deal of things," she retorted. "Like what?" he said turning her into his arms. She bit her lip nervously. "Things...only grown-ups should know...and do," Wendy stammered. Peter only smirked. "Then I don't want to know," he said after a few minutes. She sighed with relief.
Curly saw them and made gagging noises. "Make us dinner and save that for later," he begged whiningly. Wendy let go of Peter and ruffled Curly's hair. "Dinner it is," she agreed. Peter followed her into the kitchen. "What are we going to make?" he asked grinning. "Curly!" she called, "What do you want?" "Bacon!" he cried back, "and eggs!" he added. "It's dinner Curly!" she replied suppressing giggles. Curly shrugged. "Don't care!" he yelled back.
Peter had pulled out the bacon and began cooking it. It made a sizzling sound as the smell permeated throughout the small house. Wendy began scrambling the eggs in a pan of her own. She sprinkled cheese in every few minutes and turned the eggs with the large wooden spoon.
When the dinner was ready for eating, the boys scrambled into their seats and piled their plates. Nibs was just about to dig in when Peter held up a hand. "Let's say grace," he reminded them. Wendy smiled and folded her hands. She closed her eyes and waited for the prayer. "Grace!" the boys and Peter shouted and dug in. Wendy was appalled. "Whaz grong?" Peter asked. She stared him down with an angry look. He swallowed his food and took her hand. "Eat," he said. When she made no move to he picked up her fork with his other hand and placed it in hers. "Please," he begged pushing her plate up to her. Now who could say no to that gorgeous face?
She smiled and placed her fork in the eggs. Peter smiled back and began eating, but held her hand through the entire meal. The boys were just about to run off for their own adventure, when Wendy stopped them. "Wait just one minute!" she said rather sternly. "You are all cleaning your own dishes." The boys groaned. "Aw, Wendy," Tootles whined. "If you don't you cannot go outside," she remarked. All the boys rushed into the kitchen, spilling soapy water on the floor, while they shouted at each other and washed their plates.
"Hey! I was first!"
"No you git! I was!"
"Move over you bone-heads!"
"No, you move over, I was here first!"
Wendy was about to scold them when she saw Peter roaring with laughter. She scowled at him. "What?" he asked laughing at Curly, who had just been drenched with soapy water. "They're making a mess!" she shrieked. Peter placed a hand on her shoulder. "The need to solve their own problem," he said without laughing. "I suppose," she said softly. Peter howled with laughter as the boys walked into the room, soapy messes. "Well?" Wendy asked them. "They are clean and we are going," one of the twins declared. And with that they flew off, pushing each other out the door.
Peter sighed. "I guess I'll be cleaning up their mess," he questioned. Wendy nodded grinning at him. He groaned. "Do I have to?" Wendy giggled. "Yes. Peter Pan must learn to clean," she said acting like a real mother. He rolled his eyes and pushed his chair back. "Fine," he sighed. He stood up and side stepped the chair and pushed it in.
As he was walking into the kitchen he slipped on the soapy puddles and fell. "Peter!" Wendy cried. He groaned and pushed himself up. She rushed over to him and helped him up. "I'll help you dry this floor," she replied to his groan. "Thanks," he said catching a breath.
When she pulled him onto his feet, she let go of him. "Peter!" she cried again, catching him from a second fall. He couldn't stand on his own, she noticed. "Oh Peter, please be ok," she begged dragging him over to the bed.
Cliffhanger, I know! Lucky for you I have started the third chapter and am almost finished! Review please!