I am kind of going out on a limb with this chapter...I might rewrite it so
that something else happens, but this idea has been in my head for a while.
I might start another story with an alternate chapter and effects of this
chapter so...tell me if you like it, I don't know if I do yet, what happens
isn't that big of a deal, it will go on for a few chaps then the characters
will adapt and it wont really be mentioned anymore. So, as always please
review because reviews are what fuels my creativity...and so without further
adieu, on with the story!
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When Wendy's feet finally touched the ground in the secret trap door room, she noticed that it was not wood she was standing on, but carpet. In all her time in Neverland she had never seen carpeting and Peter must have noticed as well for she felt him stoop and heard his hand rubbing over the carpet. Wendy walked away from him, fumbling in the dark for a candle or a lantern. About five feet from where she started she felt her foot start to roll on a slim, round object on the ground. She stooped and grabbed the object; digging her fingernail into it she realized that it was wax.
"Peter I found a candle!" Wendy exclaimed and in no time she felt Peter standing next to her. Peter reached into a pocket on his outfit and pulled out two pieces of flint and struck them together creating a spark. Wendy held the candle closer to Peter's hands and soon the candle was lit. The small light allowed them to see a surprising amount. To Wendy's horror, they found that they were in the captain's private quarters.
The entire floor was covered in a deep red carpet and there was a mahogany desk and a large, wood bed. The mattress from the bed had been tipped off and the many covers were lying in a heap on the floor. There were many picture frames with various art prints on the walls and floors, some with their glass broken that glittered in the candlelight. Wendy took a look at Peter and saw that he was looking at her as well. The light from the candle was reflected in Peter's beautiful eyes and his blonde hair shone. When Peter looked at Wendy he saw that the candlelight was reflected in Wendy's sapphire blue eyes and her full, shining lips. It took all he had to not kiss her then and there but there was so much to explore in this room they had discovered.
Peter walked away from Wendy, to the desk and began opening drawers. All of them were filled with paper, ink, and quills, wax, and stamps. But the last drawer Peter tried was locked. Puzzled, Peter pulled and tugged on the drawer and to his dismay the wood handle broke off in his hand. He turned sheepishly to Wendy and smiled, and she felt her knees weaken a little. She went over to him and handed him one of her hairpins. He stuck the pin into the lock and with a few twists they heard the lock click open. Taking a deep breath, Peter opened the drawer, but what he found disappointed him. It was just a simple bottle, filled with a deep blue liquid. He picked it up and looked at it, then shrugged and handed it to Wendy, then walked away to explore more, taking the light with him. Wendy uncorked the bottle and smelled the liquid. It smelled of lilies and, to her surprise, chocolate. Taking a sneaky look at Peter, she saw that he was busy looking under Hook's bed. Wendy put her finger over the opening in the bottle and tipped it so that a tiny bit of liquid got on her finger. She was just about to put her finger in her mouth when a dirty hand grabbed her wrist. She looked up, horrified to see nobody but Peter, staring angrily at her.
"What are you doing?!" He demanded, looking furious. "You have no idea what that stuff is so you try to taste it?!" Wendy was at a loss of words, she just stared at him with her mouth open.
"I-it smelled good, like chocolate and flowers, harmless, and I was only going to try a little bit." Wendy said; looking straight into Peter's eyes, and for the first time she saw that he looked scared.
"At least let me try it before you do, no offence but I am stronger than you are." Peter said, and Wendy started to protest but Peter sticking her finger in his mouth silenced her. She felt his smooth tongue wrap itself around her finger, getting every last drop of the liquid off. Wendy felt an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, and her knees began to quake. He took her finger out and smacked his lips, tasting the stuff. "It tastes...good." He said, sounding surprised, but Wendy was horrified at what she saw happening. Peter was growing taller, not just growing; his features were changing too, becoming more...grownup.
"Peter! You are aging!" Wendy cried. Peter looked shocked and ran to a dresser in the corner, where there was a mirror. Wendy saw that he had stopped growing, and now looked three whole years older. "Peter, you look...you look fifteen!" Wendy said, walking over to him and touching his back. Peter just stared at himself, touching his more sculpted muscles on his chest and his more defined cheekbones. His once boyish looks had matured to be more handsome than boyish, but he was still very attractive.
"I feel...older." Peter simply stated. Fear gripped Wendy at the thought that Peter was growing up and she was to stay a mere twelve years old.
"If you are to grow up than so shall I!" She cried and before he could stop her, Wendy recoated her finger in liquid and licked it off. The effect was instantaneous, she felt every bone and muscle in her body growing, her breasts grew, pressing on her shirt, her teeth even grew out, she felt hair in places where it hadn't been before and she saw in the mirror that she was no longer a little girl, but she had grown into a beautiful, teenage girl. Something inside her was relieved to see that she still had her woman's chin and the secret kiss, but these details were at the back of her mind. She had grown into a young woman, she had breasts...and hips. "Peter! That liquid causes a person to age!" Wendy said, stating the obvious. Peter was now staring at her, mouth still open, she felt herself flush as his gaze first took in her face, and then traveled down then up.
"You're beautiful Wendy." Peter said in a whisper.
"You're handsome Peter." Wendy replied, taking his hand. They stared into each other's eyes and for a moment Wendy thought that Peter was going to kiss her, but he turned away.
"How could this be?!" Peter cried, looking at himself in the mirror. "I never wanted to grow up but now I don't have a choice! This-this is all your fault Wendy!" He turned to look at her, his anger and fear written all over his face.
"Excuse me?! How is this MY fault Peter Pan! You are the one who decided to go all manly and try the stuff before me! NO Peter! You aging is NOT my fault, it is your own!" Wendy yelled back. They faced off for a little while and then Peter spoke.
"C'mon lets get out of here." He said, quietly and Wendy could barely detect a hint of guilt behind the anger. Just as they were about to ascend the stairs the trap door slammed closed and they heard a lock click and something being dragged over the door. Wendy let out a cry of fear and Peter ran up the stairs, attempting to push the door open. But it would not budge, even with his newly strengthened muscles.
"OPEN THE DOOR!" Wendy cried, running up the stairs and banging on the door.
"Wendy, calm down." Peter said, not looking any calmer than Wendy felt.
"Lets both push at the door and maybe our combined strength will allow us to move it." Wendy said, taking a deep breath. Peter nodded and came up next to her.
"On the count of three." He said, looking at her. Wendy looked back and smiled at him, he returned the smile and he continued counting. "1...2...3!"
They both pushed as hard as they could and the boards creaked but nothing else happened. They tried again but to no avail, they were locked in the private bedroom of Captain James Hook. Wendy looked at Peter, her fear written all over her face, and despite himself Peter could not keep his own fear from showing.
"What are we going to do?" Wendy asked. "Who would lock us in like that?" Peter just shook his head and started down the stairs.
"I am going to look for something to wedge the door open with." Peter said and started poking around in the dark for the candle had gone out when they had begun pushing.
"Peter?" A cold voice came from the other side of the door. "Can you hear me boy?" Peter whirled around and Wendy did the same. The voice was that of a woman but it was hard and steely. Wendy could tell that she was no friend.
"Aye, I can hear you!" Peter declared, running back up the steps. "Who are you?"
"I am your worst nightmare." The woman replied and they heard heavy footprints walk across the broken deck.
"Let us out of here!" Wendy ordered, her voice matching in hardness. The woman cackled.
"As you wish girl." She said and all of a sudden there was a giant explosion from the right, underside of the ship. Water came rushing in, blinding Wendy and Peter, and sending them tripping down the steps, into the cold seawater.
"Peter!" Wendy cried, reaching out for him and he grabbed her hand. He lifted her up out of the water and they hovered against the ceiling watching the water level rise.
"I'm going to go try to get through the hole, if I can I will come back for you!" Peter shouted over the roaring of the quickly rising water. Without another word Peter dove under water, and disappeared. Wendy started to sink down towards the water.
"NO! Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts...um strawberries, playing in the park, birthday cake!" Wendy thought with her eyes squeezed shut and she felt herself press back up against the wood. She kept on thinking her happy thoughts for a long time but then began to panic. Peter had not resurfaced and it had been far too long. She would have to go after him. She let herself splash down into the water and stuck her head under. It was far to dark to see anything in the dark water. Taking a deep breath she dove under to find him.
A/N: That was my attempt at a cliffhanger, hope you guys liked it. I expect lots of reviews by the time I check my email tomorrow! I am not going to set a certain amount of reviews that I want but I would like it if it were a big number lol. The more reviews I get the sooner you will get to find out what will happen!
Blondie3862- Thank you so much for your review, it made my day, I am glad that you enjoy my story, I will try to update as much as possible (
Dash 180- Huh weird, there must have been too many people on clogging up the system, it happens, when it says a chap doesn't exist I usually just keep on refreshing. Thanks for letting me know and thanks for the review.
When Wendy's feet finally touched the ground in the secret trap door room, she noticed that it was not wood she was standing on, but carpet. In all her time in Neverland she had never seen carpeting and Peter must have noticed as well for she felt him stoop and heard his hand rubbing over the carpet. Wendy walked away from him, fumbling in the dark for a candle or a lantern. About five feet from where she started she felt her foot start to roll on a slim, round object on the ground. She stooped and grabbed the object; digging her fingernail into it she realized that it was wax.
"Peter I found a candle!" Wendy exclaimed and in no time she felt Peter standing next to her. Peter reached into a pocket on his outfit and pulled out two pieces of flint and struck them together creating a spark. Wendy held the candle closer to Peter's hands and soon the candle was lit. The small light allowed them to see a surprising amount. To Wendy's horror, they found that they were in the captain's private quarters.
The entire floor was covered in a deep red carpet and there was a mahogany desk and a large, wood bed. The mattress from the bed had been tipped off and the many covers were lying in a heap on the floor. There were many picture frames with various art prints on the walls and floors, some with their glass broken that glittered in the candlelight. Wendy took a look at Peter and saw that he was looking at her as well. The light from the candle was reflected in Peter's beautiful eyes and his blonde hair shone. When Peter looked at Wendy he saw that the candlelight was reflected in Wendy's sapphire blue eyes and her full, shining lips. It took all he had to not kiss her then and there but there was so much to explore in this room they had discovered.
Peter walked away from Wendy, to the desk and began opening drawers. All of them were filled with paper, ink, and quills, wax, and stamps. But the last drawer Peter tried was locked. Puzzled, Peter pulled and tugged on the drawer and to his dismay the wood handle broke off in his hand. He turned sheepishly to Wendy and smiled, and she felt her knees weaken a little. She went over to him and handed him one of her hairpins. He stuck the pin into the lock and with a few twists they heard the lock click open. Taking a deep breath, Peter opened the drawer, but what he found disappointed him. It was just a simple bottle, filled with a deep blue liquid. He picked it up and looked at it, then shrugged and handed it to Wendy, then walked away to explore more, taking the light with him. Wendy uncorked the bottle and smelled the liquid. It smelled of lilies and, to her surprise, chocolate. Taking a sneaky look at Peter, she saw that he was busy looking under Hook's bed. Wendy put her finger over the opening in the bottle and tipped it so that a tiny bit of liquid got on her finger. She was just about to put her finger in her mouth when a dirty hand grabbed her wrist. She looked up, horrified to see nobody but Peter, staring angrily at her.
"What are you doing?!" He demanded, looking furious. "You have no idea what that stuff is so you try to taste it?!" Wendy was at a loss of words, she just stared at him with her mouth open.
"I-it smelled good, like chocolate and flowers, harmless, and I was only going to try a little bit." Wendy said; looking straight into Peter's eyes, and for the first time she saw that he looked scared.
"At least let me try it before you do, no offence but I am stronger than you are." Peter said, and Wendy started to protest but Peter sticking her finger in his mouth silenced her. She felt his smooth tongue wrap itself around her finger, getting every last drop of the liquid off. Wendy felt an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, and her knees began to quake. He took her finger out and smacked his lips, tasting the stuff. "It tastes...good." He said, sounding surprised, but Wendy was horrified at what she saw happening. Peter was growing taller, not just growing; his features were changing too, becoming more...grownup.
"Peter! You are aging!" Wendy cried. Peter looked shocked and ran to a dresser in the corner, where there was a mirror. Wendy saw that he had stopped growing, and now looked three whole years older. "Peter, you look...you look fifteen!" Wendy said, walking over to him and touching his back. Peter just stared at himself, touching his more sculpted muscles on his chest and his more defined cheekbones. His once boyish looks had matured to be more handsome than boyish, but he was still very attractive.
"I feel...older." Peter simply stated. Fear gripped Wendy at the thought that Peter was growing up and she was to stay a mere twelve years old.
"If you are to grow up than so shall I!" She cried and before he could stop her, Wendy recoated her finger in liquid and licked it off. The effect was instantaneous, she felt every bone and muscle in her body growing, her breasts grew, pressing on her shirt, her teeth even grew out, she felt hair in places where it hadn't been before and she saw in the mirror that she was no longer a little girl, but she had grown into a beautiful, teenage girl. Something inside her was relieved to see that she still had her woman's chin and the secret kiss, but these details were at the back of her mind. She had grown into a young woman, she had breasts...and hips. "Peter! That liquid causes a person to age!" Wendy said, stating the obvious. Peter was now staring at her, mouth still open, she felt herself flush as his gaze first took in her face, and then traveled down then up.
"You're beautiful Wendy." Peter said in a whisper.
"You're handsome Peter." Wendy replied, taking his hand. They stared into each other's eyes and for a moment Wendy thought that Peter was going to kiss her, but he turned away.
"How could this be?!" Peter cried, looking at himself in the mirror. "I never wanted to grow up but now I don't have a choice! This-this is all your fault Wendy!" He turned to look at her, his anger and fear written all over his face.
"Excuse me?! How is this MY fault Peter Pan! You are the one who decided to go all manly and try the stuff before me! NO Peter! You aging is NOT my fault, it is your own!" Wendy yelled back. They faced off for a little while and then Peter spoke.
"C'mon lets get out of here." He said, quietly and Wendy could barely detect a hint of guilt behind the anger. Just as they were about to ascend the stairs the trap door slammed closed and they heard a lock click and something being dragged over the door. Wendy let out a cry of fear and Peter ran up the stairs, attempting to push the door open. But it would not budge, even with his newly strengthened muscles.
"OPEN THE DOOR!" Wendy cried, running up the stairs and banging on the door.
"Wendy, calm down." Peter said, not looking any calmer than Wendy felt.
"Lets both push at the door and maybe our combined strength will allow us to move it." Wendy said, taking a deep breath. Peter nodded and came up next to her.
"On the count of three." He said, looking at her. Wendy looked back and smiled at him, he returned the smile and he continued counting. "1...2...3!"
They both pushed as hard as they could and the boards creaked but nothing else happened. They tried again but to no avail, they were locked in the private bedroom of Captain James Hook. Wendy looked at Peter, her fear written all over her face, and despite himself Peter could not keep his own fear from showing.
"What are we going to do?" Wendy asked. "Who would lock us in like that?" Peter just shook his head and started down the stairs.
"I am going to look for something to wedge the door open with." Peter said and started poking around in the dark for the candle had gone out when they had begun pushing.
"Peter?" A cold voice came from the other side of the door. "Can you hear me boy?" Peter whirled around and Wendy did the same. The voice was that of a woman but it was hard and steely. Wendy could tell that she was no friend.
"Aye, I can hear you!" Peter declared, running back up the steps. "Who are you?"
"I am your worst nightmare." The woman replied and they heard heavy footprints walk across the broken deck.
"Let us out of here!" Wendy ordered, her voice matching in hardness. The woman cackled.
"As you wish girl." She said and all of a sudden there was a giant explosion from the right, underside of the ship. Water came rushing in, blinding Wendy and Peter, and sending them tripping down the steps, into the cold seawater.
"Peter!" Wendy cried, reaching out for him and he grabbed her hand. He lifted her up out of the water and they hovered against the ceiling watching the water level rise.
"I'm going to go try to get through the hole, if I can I will come back for you!" Peter shouted over the roaring of the quickly rising water. Without another word Peter dove under water, and disappeared. Wendy started to sink down towards the water.
"NO! Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts...um strawberries, playing in the park, birthday cake!" Wendy thought with her eyes squeezed shut and she felt herself press back up against the wood. She kept on thinking her happy thoughts for a long time but then began to panic. Peter had not resurfaced and it had been far too long. She would have to go after him. She let herself splash down into the water and stuck her head under. It was far to dark to see anything in the dark water. Taking a deep breath she dove under to find him.
A/N: That was my attempt at a cliffhanger, hope you guys liked it. I expect lots of reviews by the time I check my email tomorrow! I am not going to set a certain amount of reviews that I want but I would like it if it were a big number lol. The more reviews I get the sooner you will get to find out what will happen!