A/N: I am going to continue this whole aging thing, but its not that big of
a deal later on in the story, it was half me wanting Peter to be
older...hehe....and also just making them a bit more mature and stuff. Hope
you guys like it, and thanks for all the reviews. The Alternate Chapter 4
was just something that I felt like doing, like I made him have a different
reaction, a stronger one because I got to thinking that he probably would
have had one. SO I hope that you guys like it as I said before and as
always REVIEW!! Lol.
The dark, cold water closed above Wendy's head and she kicked downwards, towards the strongest rushing water. Down, down, she went occasionally brushing up against a chair or bottle. At one point she became tangled in a sheet from the bed and began to panic before it floated on its way and she continued on hers. She could feel her lungs burning and her eyes hurt from being pummeled with water. 'I am going to die down here.' Wendy thought but kicked downwards. She could tell that the water had almost filled the small cabin because the water was slowing down.
And then she saw it, a small hole with a tiny amount of light coming through, and against the light she saw a familiar body fighting to get through it. Her heart leapt into her throat when the figure suddenly became still and she swam with all her might towards Peter. Wendy finally reached him and started pushing him through the hole. Her extra strength barely allowed Peter to get through and she began to follow. It was easier to get through for Wendy was more petite than Peter and in a matter of seconds she was through. To her horror she saw Peter sinking down into the ocean and with her lungs screaming for air she went down after him, dragging him up with her to the surface.
The water broke above them and Wendy gasped for air. But Peter was not breathing. Wendy's hair was plastered to her face and over her eyes but she kicked and pulled Peter along until she felt sand beneath her toes and when she knew that the water was barely to her ankles she collapsed, dropping Peter in the process. Wendy forced herself over to the still form of Peter and pushed the hair out of her face and his.
She knew what she had to do; she had seen someone give another mouth to mouth once when her family was at the ocean. Tilting Peter's head back, she plugged his nose and put her mouth over his. Then she forced air into him. Wendy pulled back and Peter began sputtering and coughing up water. His attire of leaves and vines had split over his shoulders, leaving his chest bare all the way down to his waist and seeing so much of him made Wendy blush and look away.
"W-Wendy?" She heard Peter say weakly and she forced herself to look at him. His wet hair was everywhere and covering most of his face. He had a few scratches on his arms and waist where the wood had cut him. Wendy leaned forward, brushing the hair out of his face, so relieved that he was okay that she felt that she could explode. But instead a few tears ran down her cheeks, mingling with the water.
"Oh yes Peter, I am here!" Wendy cried, smiling at him. Peter looked at her and smiled back. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I think I am." Peter said, sitting up and coughing some more. Wendy just sat beside him and unconsciously reached her hand up to gently pat his back. She felt him flinch under her touch but he relaxed and stopped coughing. It was then that they both remembered the cold voice. Peter and Wendy both shot up, looking around but there was no one to be seen. No one, but there was defiantly something that made shivers go up Wendy's spine. About half a mile out to sea sat a black ship with black sails. An evilly grinning, large pirate flag fluttered in the breeze and there were two more on the other two masts.
"Oh my God." Wendy whispered but she hadn't time to think before there was a faint boom and they both saw a huge black cannon ball coming at them.
"Run!" Peter cried, grabbing Wendy's hand, and the tore off across the beach towards the woods. They felt the impact of the cannon ball right behind them as they leapt over a fallen log and into the safety of the forest. They continued running until Wendy tripped upon another fallen log and they both tumbled to the forest floor, rolling head over heels for a few feet and finally landed on a bed of leaved, gasping for the air that the ground had knocked out of them.
They lay there for a while, breathing hard, until Wendy finally sat up, looking behind her at Peter. He was staring upwards at the treetops, with his arms outstretched above him. He was examining his larger hands, running a gentle finger over each of his fingernails and twisting his wrists about.
"Peter?" Wendy asked quietly. Peter stopped looking at his hands but kept them raised, and turned to look at her. He still had the same beautifully colored eyes and the mischievous light still danced within them. Even though his body had grown, he was no more mature than he had been, or was he? Wendy could not help but wonder if the growing was not just external. 'Maybe now he can...love me.' Wendy thought but forced herself to forget such nonsense.
"Yeah?" He answered, still staring at her. Wendy had forgotten what she was going to ask him while looking into his eyes.
"Never mind, we should go home." She said a bit sadly, got up and shook out her soggy clothing. Peter did the same and together they lifted off into the air, hand in hand and flew off home.
When they arrived they found a crudely written note just inside the door that Wendy could tell was written by John from the handwriting. It said "Gone hunting be back for dinner." Wendy carried it down with her into the living quarters and sat down at the wooden table. Peter joined her, sitting across the way and began whittling something with his knife.
"Peter? Who in the world was that firing at us? It couldn't be...Hook could it?" Wendy said, pausing before saying Hook's name. Peter looked up at her. "Of course it isn't Hook, the crocodile ate him." Peter replied matter-of- factly. "I do not know who that was that tried to kill us but I will certainly find out tomorrow for it is getting late, too late to go fight." He stood up and smiled.
"Why yes, fight, I can't just let someone try to kill us can I?" Peter replied in a condescending tone.
"No..." Wendy said and suddenly a thought came to mind. "And who's responsible for us surviving hm? Don't I even get a thank you?" Peter looked at her, a bit taken aback.
"Well if it is a thank you, you want then here it is, Thank You, but I'm the reason that we got out in the first place." Peter said, putting his hands on his hips and looking very pleased with himself.
"Oh the cleverness of you." Wendy replied sarcastically and headed off towards the door.
"Wendy wait, what is the matter?" Peter asked. Wendy couldn't contain the question that had been itching inside her for a long time.
"Peter do you love me?" Wendy asked and Peter took a step back, looking as if he had been struck. Her heart sunk into the pit of her stomach and she turned to leave. "Didn't think so." She said and walked out and into her small house. Once alone, she burst into tears, sobbing all over her pillow of leaves. She heard a small knock on her door.
"Wendy?" Peter's voice called. "Can I come in?"
"NO! I already know what you are going to say." Wendy sobbed covering her face with her damp sleeve. There was a moment of silence then the door opened and Peter stood, staring at her. "I told you to leave me alone!" Wendy said and turned away from him. But Peter just came forward and sat down beside her. Wendy felt a hand grab her shoulder and turn her over. She stopped crying, wiping her face on her sleeve. Peter looked so sad that it broke her heart all over again. Then he slowly spread his warm hand across her cheek and leaned forward. They both closed their eyes and their lips met. They started out slow then Wendy deepened the kiss by slipped an arm around his neck, lifting herself up into a sitting position. Peter broke away for a moment and Wendy thought he was going to run away again but instead he spoke one word.
"Yes." He said, and then began kissing her again. They were both so happy as they held each other and kissed, unaware of the dangers and trials yet to come...
A/N: So there you go, a little Peter/Wendy action going on with a hint of a cliffhanger. Hope you guys liked it and I've decided to set another number because you people aren't very good at reviewing unless you have some incentive...lol. And so, because I was sooo nice by putting in a little romance I expect at least ten more reviews before I update. Hope you're up to the challenge!
The dark, cold water closed above Wendy's head and she kicked downwards, towards the strongest rushing water. Down, down, she went occasionally brushing up against a chair or bottle. At one point she became tangled in a sheet from the bed and began to panic before it floated on its way and she continued on hers. She could feel her lungs burning and her eyes hurt from being pummeled with water. 'I am going to die down here.' Wendy thought but kicked downwards. She could tell that the water had almost filled the small cabin because the water was slowing down.
And then she saw it, a small hole with a tiny amount of light coming through, and against the light she saw a familiar body fighting to get through it. Her heart leapt into her throat when the figure suddenly became still and she swam with all her might towards Peter. Wendy finally reached him and started pushing him through the hole. Her extra strength barely allowed Peter to get through and she began to follow. It was easier to get through for Wendy was more petite than Peter and in a matter of seconds she was through. To her horror she saw Peter sinking down into the ocean and with her lungs screaming for air she went down after him, dragging him up with her to the surface.
The water broke above them and Wendy gasped for air. But Peter was not breathing. Wendy's hair was plastered to her face and over her eyes but she kicked and pulled Peter along until she felt sand beneath her toes and when she knew that the water was barely to her ankles she collapsed, dropping Peter in the process. Wendy forced herself over to the still form of Peter and pushed the hair out of her face and his.
She knew what she had to do; she had seen someone give another mouth to mouth once when her family was at the ocean. Tilting Peter's head back, she plugged his nose and put her mouth over his. Then she forced air into him. Wendy pulled back and Peter began sputtering and coughing up water. His attire of leaves and vines had split over his shoulders, leaving his chest bare all the way down to his waist and seeing so much of him made Wendy blush and look away.
"W-Wendy?" She heard Peter say weakly and she forced herself to look at him. His wet hair was everywhere and covering most of his face. He had a few scratches on his arms and waist where the wood had cut him. Wendy leaned forward, brushing the hair out of his face, so relieved that he was okay that she felt that she could explode. But instead a few tears ran down her cheeks, mingling with the water.
"Oh yes Peter, I am here!" Wendy cried, smiling at him. Peter looked at her and smiled back. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I think I am." Peter said, sitting up and coughing some more. Wendy just sat beside him and unconsciously reached her hand up to gently pat his back. She felt him flinch under her touch but he relaxed and stopped coughing. It was then that they both remembered the cold voice. Peter and Wendy both shot up, looking around but there was no one to be seen. No one, but there was defiantly something that made shivers go up Wendy's spine. About half a mile out to sea sat a black ship with black sails. An evilly grinning, large pirate flag fluttered in the breeze and there were two more on the other two masts.
"Oh my God." Wendy whispered but she hadn't time to think before there was a faint boom and they both saw a huge black cannon ball coming at them.
"Run!" Peter cried, grabbing Wendy's hand, and the tore off across the beach towards the woods. They felt the impact of the cannon ball right behind them as they leapt over a fallen log and into the safety of the forest. They continued running until Wendy tripped upon another fallen log and they both tumbled to the forest floor, rolling head over heels for a few feet and finally landed on a bed of leaved, gasping for the air that the ground had knocked out of them.
They lay there for a while, breathing hard, until Wendy finally sat up, looking behind her at Peter. He was staring upwards at the treetops, with his arms outstretched above him. He was examining his larger hands, running a gentle finger over each of his fingernails and twisting his wrists about.
"Peter?" Wendy asked quietly. Peter stopped looking at his hands but kept them raised, and turned to look at her. He still had the same beautifully colored eyes and the mischievous light still danced within them. Even though his body had grown, he was no more mature than he had been, or was he? Wendy could not help but wonder if the growing was not just external. 'Maybe now he can...love me.' Wendy thought but forced herself to forget such nonsense.
"Yeah?" He answered, still staring at her. Wendy had forgotten what she was going to ask him while looking into his eyes.
"Never mind, we should go home." She said a bit sadly, got up and shook out her soggy clothing. Peter did the same and together they lifted off into the air, hand in hand and flew off home.
When they arrived they found a crudely written note just inside the door that Wendy could tell was written by John from the handwriting. It said "Gone hunting be back for dinner." Wendy carried it down with her into the living quarters and sat down at the wooden table. Peter joined her, sitting across the way and began whittling something with his knife.
"Peter? Who in the world was that firing at us? It couldn't be...Hook could it?" Wendy said, pausing before saying Hook's name. Peter looked up at her. "Of course it isn't Hook, the crocodile ate him." Peter replied matter-of- factly. "I do not know who that was that tried to kill us but I will certainly find out tomorrow for it is getting late, too late to go fight." He stood up and smiled.
"Why yes, fight, I can't just let someone try to kill us can I?" Peter replied in a condescending tone.
"No..." Wendy said and suddenly a thought came to mind. "And who's responsible for us surviving hm? Don't I even get a thank you?" Peter looked at her, a bit taken aback.
"Well if it is a thank you, you want then here it is, Thank You, but I'm the reason that we got out in the first place." Peter said, putting his hands on his hips and looking very pleased with himself.
"Oh the cleverness of you." Wendy replied sarcastically and headed off towards the door.
"Wendy wait, what is the matter?" Peter asked. Wendy couldn't contain the question that had been itching inside her for a long time.
"Peter do you love me?" Wendy asked and Peter took a step back, looking as if he had been struck. Her heart sunk into the pit of her stomach and she turned to leave. "Didn't think so." She said and walked out and into her small house. Once alone, she burst into tears, sobbing all over her pillow of leaves. She heard a small knock on her door.
"Wendy?" Peter's voice called. "Can I come in?"
"NO! I already know what you are going to say." Wendy sobbed covering her face with her damp sleeve. There was a moment of silence then the door opened and Peter stood, staring at her. "I told you to leave me alone!" Wendy said and turned away from him. But Peter just came forward and sat down beside her. Wendy felt a hand grab her shoulder and turn her over. She stopped crying, wiping her face on her sleeve. Peter looked so sad that it broke her heart all over again. Then he slowly spread his warm hand across her cheek and leaned forward. They both closed their eyes and their lips met. They started out slow then Wendy deepened the kiss by slipped an arm around his neck, lifting herself up into a sitting position. Peter broke away for a moment and Wendy thought he was going to run away again but instead he spoke one word.
"Yes." He said, and then began kissing her again. They were both so happy as they held each other and kissed, unaware of the dangers and trials yet to come...
A/N: So there you go, a little Peter/Wendy action going on with a hint of a cliffhanger. Hope you guys liked it and I've decided to set another number because you people aren't very good at reviewing unless you have some incentive...lol. And so, because I was sooo nice by putting in a little romance I expect at least ten more reviews before I update. Hope you're up to the challenge!