AN – Wow guys, it definitely has been a long time since I posted/updated this fic. I felt really bad,
because I stopped and had no time over the summer. But all of you lovely reviewers have made me
resolute enough to finish this chapter, and with luck be able to continue with the next chapters and
finish this! So it is with many thanks to all of my reviewers that I now present to you this chapter!
M> L A
Shauna
Shadow Dreams: Part II
Wendy carefully shifted, trying to get comfortable without disturbing Peter, who had not woken
since yesterday evening. Wendy had been up all night, for she refused to sleep when they were so
out in the open. In truth, the floor of the Black Castle was too rough for anyone to sleep on, and so
midday found Wendy and the boys speaking to each other in low voices, attempting to pass the
time.
"I wonder what Peter's dream was." Slightly mused. The twins nodded. Wendy almost shrugged
her shoulders, but remembered not to just in time. Tootles however didn't have to worry about
waking anyone, and so he shrugged.
"Who knows," He responded, "but whatever it was, it must have been very important, since Peter
actually remembered it."
"Maybe it has something to do with Nibbs?" Curly asked to no one in particular.
"Could be." Wendy said. Peter shifted, but did not wake up. Wendy looked down at him, then back
up.
"I wish he would wake up. I want to give him the medicine from Tink as soon as possible." She
continued, though on a different tangent, as she pulled the bowl closer. Tink had refilled it with
more faerie dust and water the night before. Tootles looked around.
"Speaking of Tink, where is she?" he asked. The others noticed her absence.
"Its not like her to leave Peter for so long, especially when he needs her." Slightly responded. The
twins nodded in agreement.
Peter moaned softly and slowly opened his eyes. He squinted at them, waiting for his eyes to
become adjusted to the daylight peaking through the openings of the castle. Everyone leaned in,
happy he was awake. Each spoke his name as an exclamation in their own way. Wendy helped him
sit up enough to drink Tink's mixture. He shut his eyes and waited for it to take effect. A sigh of
relief escaped him and he reopened them, feeling much better. Wendy felt his forehead, satisfied
with the temperature.
"Hey Peter, what was your dream?" Curly asked, curiousity peaked. Peter thought, trying to
remember. A light went on in his head when he did remember, but his face darkened with confusion,
for although he remembered, he still did not understand.
"It was weird," he began. Everyone, including Wendy, leaned forward listening intently.
"I don't remember all of it, but…" he paused to gather his thoughts. "I saw myself," he began again.
There was an uproar, but it quieted when he held up his hand. "I don't know where I was. I just
remember seeing the forest behind me. I was talking to someone, I don't know who…" He trailed off,
voice cracking.
"I-"he gulped, "the person killed me! Just…killed… me. I don't know how but all of a sudden I
was….dead. I tried to run to myself, but I couldn't. And my hand went right through the person as if
I weren't there. They couldn't see me or hear me." Peter was shaking now.
"I tried to run, scream, do something…anything! But there was nothing I could do. It was as though
I were a spirit, or wraith. Eidolon…" he trailed off again, but spoke before anyone else could.
"The person, they turned and looked straight at me. I couldn't see anything but their eyes." He
shuddered, and when he continued, it was as though he were speaking to himself.
"Such bright, bright blue eyes. They just stared at me. I was transfixed, and couldn't move. The
eyes they just became a blinding blue, so bright, everything faded, and all I could see was a flash of
this blue." He stopped and turned wide eyes to Wendy. "And then I woke up."
Wendy of course did not know what to say. Dreams were normally weird and not likely to be
interpreted. However it is an extremely different story when the dream is Peter's and he actually
remembers it. The Lost Boys were all exchanging looks, as though holding a conversation with their
eyes. Peter had looked back down at his hands, and did not seem to notice the glances he received
from the Lost Boys at various intervals. Peter sighed.
"I woke up!?" he mumbled to himself, half in question.
"Peter, everyone wakes up from their dreams. You have to." Wendy replied almost jovially, inwardly
laughing at his foolishness. Peter seemed to break his trance and looked back at her.
"No Wendy, in my dream…I woke up." Wendy cast her eyes downward, shocked.
"Oh…?" tentatively she looked up. "So that means there must be more to the dream than you are
telling us?" she asked. Peter almost felt his face, wondering is there was a sign on his forehead that
she was reading. He nodded. The Lost Boys gathered in close again. Peter closed his eyes,
remembering. They could see his eyes moving behind closed lids, wandering through corridors of a
different world.
"I don't know where I was. It was some sort of house, very eerie feeling, just creepy. There were
other people there, but I couldn't see their faces. Nibbs was there though. We were sitting on the
sill of a really large window, but there was no window on it. It was just as though the wall had been
removed or something. Anyway, someone was pushed out of the window, and we watched them
fall, just inside the fence in the yard, not moving. They were just dead. That's when Nibbs came up
actually. He sat next to me and asked who was just pushed out. I told him, but now I can't remember
who it was…"
Nibbs turned and stared at the form in the yard. He tisked his tounge, before turning back to
Peter.
"They were supposed to land on the outside of the fence!" Peter looked at him, shocked and
horrified, not to mention confused, but Nibbs did not elaborate.
"There's nothing we can do, "he began on a new tangent," we are all a part of it. All a part of this
vicious neverending cycle; and there's nothing we can do about it, we're all a part of it." By now
Peter was completely lost, but once more Nibbs refused to make squares from the circles of riddles
he was speaking.
"It was so weird." Peter continued, eyes still closed as he relayed the dream: commentating as the
events unfolded before his eyes.
"The person who had fallen and died, suddenly just got up and joined our conversation. They
stood on the side fence to the backyard, but somehow they were at eye level with us, and we were
on the second floor!" Peter shook his head in disbelief, and the confusion factor rose.
"They seemed to understand everything I didn't. I was so confused. Not to mention the person
refused to look at me until the very end."
Here he shuddered.
"I remember those eyes, they became clear, when they seemed to look right through me. So intense,
and they just stared. There was no more conversation, they stared with those eyes. And the eyes!,
they were so blue, and kept getting brighter. Suddenly there was a flash of white, and then it all
went black, and then I woke up for real." Peter opened his eyes with this last statement.
Wendy could not help but notice the silence. The Lost Boys were always so talkative, especially
when their father was with them. Yet recently, it was silent as soon as they were all together, save
for when Peter or she were talking. It was as if their very personalites had been affected by the
recent events.
Of course, she must also take into account that there was not much to say. The topics they spoke of
were quite confusing. What point was there in opening their mouths only to exclaim, "I don't know"
when that much was already obvious?
But the silence now seemed deafening, bordering on uncomfortable. Peter broke the repressive
silence wistfully.
"I wish Tink were here."
The statement caused them all to look around for the temperamental faerie, with no luck.
"Where is Tink?" the twins whispered to Slightly. Peter answered, though he seemed to be
speaking to himself.
"She found something." Wendy watched his face, but he gave no more indication of continuing his
statement.
"How do you know this Peter?" she asked, shocked. Peter, who had seemed to withdraw within
himself, now seemed to snap back out of it.
"I…I don't know." He answered truthfully. He knew Wendy was unconvinced, but he really did not
know how he knew. Yet he was sure that Tink had found something; something that would help
them find Nibbs; and now, she was being delayed from returning to them by something. He shook
his head. Where did that come from? How did he know this?! Peter looked at the others; they were
all watching him skeptically, so he decided to remain silent. Slightly finally changed the subject,
asking the question that was on all their minds.
"So what do we do now?" Everyone turned from him to Peter, waiting expectantly for an answer.
Once more he opened his mouth to speak, but his shoulders slumped, and he cast his eyes to the
floor.
"I don't know." He replied, just above a whisper.
"Well what should we do?" Tootles this time.
"I don't know."
"Then how did you know about Tink?" Slightly again.
"I don't know." The others were becoming agitated by his lack of a useful answer.
"Do you know anything?" Tootles angrily asked. Peter looked up this time, defiance in his eyes.
"Yes I do." He responded through his teeth. Wendy put a hand to her temple. She could see what
was quickly transpiring, and it was not going to be beneficial. In fact, an argument would be
extremely detrimental to their cause at the moment.
"Boys! Stop it!" she cut in. They didn't hear her.
"Boys!" she repeated sharply. Everyone, including Peter, stopped and looked at her. "Stop arguing.
If Peter doesn't know what to do, than we need to figure what to do, not argue about what he does
know." The way she put it made them all feel silly. But tempers were all running high with the stress
level, and Wendy understood this.
"Now, I think our best bet is to wait for Tink. She will most likely help, not to mention she can help
decipher your dream Peter." Peter nodded. She turned to the Lost Boys.
"Are any of you hungry?" Nods. "As am I. Its about time for lunch, and we missed breakfast, lunch,
and dinner yesterday." Nods. "Now would probably be a great time to find some food." More nods.
"Stay together, watch out for Pirates, and come back as soon as possible." She ordered. Even more
nods.
Peter started to get up with them, but Wendy stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"You are staying here." She spoke, her tone leaving no room for arguments. Peter humphed and say
back down, arms crossed over his chest.
Slightly winked at Curly, and the Lost Boys all filed out of the castle.
"I don't see why I couldn't go with them." Peter retorted when they left. Wendy crossed her legs
and made herself comfortable, knowing ahead of time that Peter would react this way. She leaned
her head against the wall and shut her eyes; because she had been up all night watching Peter
sleep, she was now very tired.
Her silence and feigned carelessness only spurred Peter's anger.
"Hey Wendy! Why couldn't I go?!" he asked again, with more force. Wendy could have smiled at
how rhetorical the question sounded, but her stress levels were far too high. She just wanted to
sleep.
"Weeeennndddyyy! Why are you ignoring me?" Peter whined after her continued silence. Wendy
opened her eyes and sat up suddenly, her face inches from Peter's.
"You want to know why I'm ignoring you Peter? Do you want to know? It's because I am tired. I
stayed up all night watching you sleep and making sure nothing happened to you, and I'm tired! I
just want to-"Peter put two fingers to her lips, halting the soliloquoy. Wendy angrily went to
remove his fingers, but his soft words stopped her immediately.
"You stayed up all night watching me?" Wendy wanted to kick herself for letting that come out.
Peter removed his hand and looked at the ground quizzically. Wendy saw him form the words,
"making sure nothing happened to you" to himself, and he looked back up at her.
"Why?" he asked innocently. Wendy could not look at him; she dropped her eyes trying to come
up with some plausible answer. Thoughts passed through her mind so quickly that they became a
jumbled mess, leaving her fumbling and stuttering for words. Peter cocked his head to the side,
watching her reaction almost calculatingly. For Wendy, this was the last thing she needed. Finally
she just gave up and sighed, shutting her eyes, as if closing them would make the situation go
away. A hand on her cheek made her open them again.
"Wendy?" he asked quietly, inquiringly. She opened her eyes at the quiet tone in his voice.
"Why did you stay up all night watching me?" He implored, eyes wide with an unquestionable
innocence. And all Wendy could do was open her mouth and answer him as truthfully as
possible…
Well, there you have it. And I have all my reviewers to thank for this chapter! Once again I love you
all! With luck the other one will be up soon. The more reviews I get the faster I update, because it
makes me feel good to know that people are reading.
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Pottersweetie – Hey gurlie! Wow it has been so long! I remember not being able to go to the
premiere. Sorry I haven't been here in so long! My puter broke and I'm still using my brothers! I miss
you! That is what Wendy should be saying, but she just can't do it! She will though...eventually!
Sorry it took me so long to update!
Nat – Wow hunnie it has been so long! I miss talking to you so much and reading your fic! It still
isn't over and I really need to keep reading because you know I was your biggest fan! You must
update soon, hopefully since I updated you will too! Haha serious moments or not, Peter is always
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Shauna