Here we go then boys and girls. chapter two. I'm sorry its so short but I'd hoping to get through a lot of short chapters to try and maintain momentum with this story, and to avoid losing inspiration. Thus I'm planning 14 or so short, 1000 word or so chapters to try and finish the story with an update today.

Thanks to those who reviewed and too ilovetoread38 in particular. You never know...if you wish upon a star you might just get it...


Wendy lay upon Hooks bed sobbing furiously, scenes from the last hours playing over and over again in her mind. Peter fending off hooks sword. Peter being driven against the mast, disarmed and broken. Peter's last choked cough as the last breath left his body. The gaping wound in his stomach, the blood slowly diluting…

It was all too much, far too much for her to take. She knew that she had cared so much for Peter and he for her, despite all the evil, hateful things he sometimes did. And now he was dead, his remains being slowly digested by the crocodile and it was all her fault.

She looked out of the stain glass windows of Hook's room, imagining to herself that she could see Peters image in the stained glass, immortalised for all eternity. A sudden hope raised itself inside her and she scrambled to the window, staring out into the darkness for a glimpse of the magic boy.

She knew she was kidding herself though, that he was dead and he would come back for her. That they would never stand again in the fairies grove, that she would never again see the mermaids and he would never see Tiger Lilly again. What would happen to the Indians without their protector? What would happen to the boys, at the mercy of the pirates?

The rain still drove itself furiously at the panels, sounding like a hundred people tapping at the window, while behind her the door swung itself open and shut with the wind. Wendy threw herself back to Hook's bed and buried her head in his satin pillow.

"Why are you crying Wendy?" A voice asked from above her and she sobbed again for her mind was playing tricks on her. IT had sounded just like Peter's voice, the same boyish tone and slightly cocky glint. It couldn't be true. He was dead.

"Have I made you cross again, Wendy?" The voice asked once more, and this time it was so clear and distinct that she was sure it couldn't be her mind. She quickly rolled over the bed, hear heart beating ten to the dozen and looked upwards to see Peter lying against the roof as though nothing had happened to him.

When I say lying, of course I mean he was in a lying down position, as though the ceiling was his mattress. His hands where behind his head and he bobbed slowly, his leaf clad back banging against the roof. He looked at her as though this was a perfectly normal state to be in, as though resurrection was a everyday event. She looked at him, into his eyes her mouth forming a little O of shock.

"You're dead." She said simply, but he was perfectly fine, a little wet perhaps but otherwise fine. She looked to the side of the bed where little wet footprints led to her bedside before stopping and then looked back at him.

He looked reproachful, "I'm not."

"But Hook, killed you, he stabbed you in the chest with his sword, you died, they threw you to the crocodile!" This all came out in one horrible, confused burst. Peter looked puzzled, his eyes glazing over as he tried to remember.

"They did, didn't they." He said, after some time, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. "So?" he floated down to lie next to her.

"So you're dead, they killed you!" She was whispering now, barley able to believe her luck. "How can you be here now if you bodies in the mouth of a crocodile?

He gave her one of his little infuriating smiles that he so often gave and winked, "oh, the cleverness of me." He said, and on that note the door opened and Hook strolled in.


And thats chapter two written, I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and the usual requests for reviews (I will respond...honest...)