1A/N: I know this is quick, but I have over 13 pages of this written in my notebook and I am BURSTING to get it out! Please review if you like it or not!
The first thing Peter heard was a high-pitched buzzing around his ear. He swatted it away, but it persisted. Groggily rolling over, he remembered where he was. Why was he here? Oh. He felt the gaping hole again, this time deeper than before. The last time he was soaring above the clouds, he was dancing with... Wendy. The buzzing was Tink, swimming around his ear. He knew he had to choose. The sleep had made him forget the heartache he felt for the girl. Tink kept buzzing, which, frankly, was getting annoying.
"What?" Peter asked, irritated.
Although she could not speak, Tink was very good at getting her point across. The little fairy was glistening happily. Peter knew what that meant. He had made up his mind, choosing between freedom and Wendy. Smiling, he pushed off the cloud, leaving his sleepiness behind. His happy thoughts came back into his mind, filling him with warmth. He knew where he had to go. He turned towards his destination and flew harder and faster than he ever had.
Her eyes snapped open, instantly focusing on the window. A faint tap-tap rang through the air. She could see the sun rising over the snow-capped mountains. The taps come forth again, but Wendy sighed. There was no one on the windowsill– the tapping was coming from her door. With a long, exaggerated sigh, she rolled out of bed, feeling that gaping hole in her heart again. "I may never be able to make the hurt go away," she thought to herself as she turned the knob of her boor, the icy coolness of the metal sending a shock through her.
"Wendy! Michael! Jon! 'Tis time to awake!" cried her mother. Wendy covered her ears– her mother never raised her voice. It was the day after they had come back, and why would she yell at her beloved children she had longed for for all the time they were gone?
"And after you wake up, you shall visit the washroom. Those little lost boys seemed to have made more of a mess than..." Wendy heard, watching Mother walk away, still muttering under her breath. She knew the lost boys would do better under Wendy's supervision, but she had school. They would have to listen to her own mother while she was not able to watch them. Michael and John also rolled out of their beds, as Wendy led them to the washroom. As her mother had pointed out, the lost boys had, in fact, left an atrocious mess. It painstakingly reminded her, once again, of Peter; father the lot boys with him. It had not been real parenting such as a marriage is, but close enough so that Wendy had the pride of knowing she had a special relationship with him. How she longed to once again have the satisfaction of knowing he was always near. Even when he was mad at her, she could not keep herself from loving him. As she attended to the mess the remnants of the lost boys' "wilderness" had caused, she came to a conclusion. She loved him, and always would. Now, what should she do about it?
"Tink! Fly ahead of me! You can go faster than I can. You know where to go, right?"
The little fairy nodded sweetly and guilelessly, and Peter knew something was formulating in the little one's mind. "Oh well," he thought. "She would never do anything to hurt me." Tink smiled. He was right. She would never do anything to hurt him. Wendy, on the other hand...
A/N: Hooray! Finally, a plot! Thank you to all my readers & reviewers again. Any review, good or bad, is appreciated! What is Tink's plan? Will Peter and Wendy ever meet again? Find out in the next chapter of... Tricky Tink!
Wow. How corny was that?
P.S. Sorry for another short chapter. They will get longer, I promise!