Peter Pan's Labyrinth
Chapter 5
Why, no, I don't own these things
Wendy walked back into the valley that she had found Slightly in with a determined step. She was going to find what she was looking for. When she did that, she would remember whatever it was that Piper was desperate for her to remember. She smiled to herself, thinking of how she had kissed him. She would need to tell him that a kiss wasn't a thimble.
Then again, he always was a forgetful boy, she thought with a giggle. Her eyes widened because of what she had just thought. She had thought that he was always forgetful. She didn't recall meeting him, and yet she could remember that as a fact. She smiled at this. She was remembering things already.
Bobble always encouraged her to keep focus on what she knew. That was another thing that she remembered. She just couldn't recall, however, what she had called Piper the last time she saw him.
Suddenly, Bobble pointed at a statue of a pirate ship. It reminded her of Hook and his band of ruffians. She had actually gone to where the Lost Ones were rumored to be hiding. All she found were statues of American Indians. She would need to talk to Piper about them. Her mind returned to the task at hand, however, when she saw a statue of a crocodile on two legs. It reminded her of the crocodile on Hook's pocket watch. She tiptoed past it, Bobble perched on her shoulder.
When she entered the captain's cabin, she saw a line of three alarm clocks, one next to the other. She saw one with a hand of gold attached to its back. She took it, leaving as quietly as she came.
She began to tiptoe away, when, suddenly, the alarm on the clock went off. The bipedal crocodile ticked. It ticked again. It began to smile evilly and began to chase after Wendy, who ran the second that the alarm went off. Suddenly, it began to catch up with her. She tripped over a root that was out of the ground. It was going to catch up with her. Bobble couldn't help her; he was stuck on her shoulder by a few good threads. They were done for.
Suddenly, Wendy felt a pair of stone hands pull her into the air. She looked up to see Piper, smiling kindly at her. He took the clock and pried the gold hand off the clock. It turned to a grayish flesh as Piper threw it as far away as possible. The crocodile seemed to lose interest in the larger meal and chased after the cadaverous hand. Piper took her back to the watchtower, taking a gasp of pain. Suddenly, he got up to his feet and smiled at her in an amused fashion.
"Only you Wendylady, only you," he laughed, as though they hadn't just narrowly escaped death.
"Only me, what?" she asked.
"Only you could walk through a dangerous obstacle, get in trouble, and yet do everything perfectly."
She scrutinized his face carefully. It was even less corroded, now.
"How exactly is your face healing, Piper?" she asked.
"My happy thought."
"Which is…?"
"You," he mumbled so softly that she couldn't hear.
"What?" she asked, hoping he said what she thought that he said.
"You know," he said in a relaxed tone, "I don't really remember. I can tell you this, though, I am glad to be here with you right now. Goodnight, Wendylady."
"Goodnight, love," she replied, not noticing the nickname she called him. She gave him a kiss goodnight.