A/N: Hello! It's been a very long time. I finally was able to update a part of this story. I think this will mostly be a story of drabbles. This idea had been in my head for a while and now I can publish it! Enjoy and review!
Wendy found the small cave in the passageway. She saw a body slumped against the earth wall, wrists in shackles and chains driven into the ground. She would have thought he were dead had she not seen the slight breathing movements of his chest. Wendy dropped her sword and fell to her knees at his side, crouching down to look into his face.
His eyes were a dull gray, nothing like she had ever remembered. There was nothing behind them. The only light she could see in them was the reflection of the torches on the walls.
"Peter?"
No response. Not even a look. Barely a blink. Wendy sat back and looked at his body. His limbs seemed longer than she remembered, arms and legs more toned and rough. He looked bigger. This wasn't the body of a boy. This was a young adult. Who was this? The Peter she remembered would never have wanted to become like this.
Yells echoed through the passageway as the Lost Boys ran to the mouth of the small of the cave and ducked with their hands over their heads.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" A large explosion shook the cave as it blew their exit. "Come on Wendy! We have to go!" The boys yelled and ran out into the night.
Wendy could hear the pirates coming down the passageway. She grabbed her sword from the ground and began bashing at the chains that held Peter. "Peter we've got to leave!" The chains clanked but didn't budge. "Peter please! Get up!" Wendy couldn't do it. She wasn't strong enough. She dropped her sword again, crouched, and grabbed Peter's shoulders. "Peter!" she begged, desperately searching the soulless eyes for something. This wasn't the Peter she remembered. What would her Peter do? What would she do if her Peter were here?
She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers.
Even though it was initiated with such force, the kiss was soft, sweet and innocent. It brought back so many memories from so long ago that she had almost convinced herself they were dreams. She felt a hand touch one of hers and for the second time that day, she was flying. She pulled back slowly and opened her eyes. She met the bluest spheres. They were nothing like the oceans or the Thames back at homes. She saw eyes so blue they could only match the waves of Neverland.
"Wendy?"
It wasn't the voice of a boy. It was rough and harsh. It was the voice of a grown up. But it still had a softness she remembered.
Gunshots rang through the cave. Wendy screamed as strong arms pull her to the ground. Someone took the sword from her side and broke the chains, sending metal clanking to the ground. A hand gripped her wrist and ran with her out the small cave. Wendy couldn't see past the smoke, the gunshots, and explosions of grenades. Suddenly, she smelled salty fresh air and she glimpsed the moon and a small boat carrying the Lost Boys to safety. Arms swept her off her feet and for the third time that day, Wendy was flying.