Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This based off of Peterpan 2003 and Syfy's Neverland.
Wendy hurried behind Peter. Once or twice she would look behind her. John and Michael better had stayed there. She felt like a hypocrite in her own mind. She had begged Peter to let her come, but she had told John not to, when he had made the same argument she did.
But I'm in charge of their safety She concluded in her mind. A small tree branch smacking her face brought her out of her thoughts.
"You alright, Wendy?" Peter asked her. She nodded her head. She glanced down at the boy's feet; they were floating a few inches above the ground.
"Why are you floating?" She asked. Why did I ask that? I'm probably just hallucinating or something.
"Mineral dust" Peter responded. "Tree spirits allowed me to have its powers."
"So you can fly?" Wendy asked. Peter nodded his head. He still wasn't exactly an expert but he could if he tried.
"Why did they let you have its power?" Wendy asked. She looked once again at her surroundings. How was it possible for her to be in a world that seemed to be straight out of her dreams.
"It's a long story" Peter remarked.
"I have time" Wendy replied. Peter held a branch out of her way and let her pass before him.
"After you, Wendy" He said. Wendy smiled following the trail they were on.
"Do you even know where we're going?" Wendy asked.
"Not the slightest" Peter answered. Wendy stopped in her tracks. She looked back at the boy to see him grinning sheepishly.
"Not the slightest?" Wendy asked. She shook her head and sat down on a tree stump in the middle of the forest.
"You worry too much" Peter told her. He sat down beside her tree stump, allowing her to have a bit of height against him.
She sighed. Her eyes glanced to the ground to see the rocks, acorns and twigs. She picked up an acorn and started twirling it in her hand. Her eyes looked down at Peter who was smirking. A split second later he snatched the acorn from her hand and took a few steps back.
"Peter, give it back" She said. Peter shoved the acorn into his pocket.
Still grinning he stepped towards her. "It's just an acorn" he laughed. "Why's is it so important to you"
"It's not really" Wendy argued. Why am I fussing over a simple acorn? "But it's still mine so hand it over"
Peter pulled it out of his pocket and dangled it in front of Wendy. "It's an acorn!"
Wendy reached for it. "Still!" She cried. Peter jerked it back and shoved it into his pocket.
"If it's that important to you, I'll give it back" Peter told her. "Someday" He joked.
Wendy stared at him. "Someday?" He nodded his head. He stepped up to her.
"If it means that much to you" He joked. There was a brief moment where the two simply laughed. The world seemed to be still, the wind, the trees, everything had frozen. They stared at each other, both holding the same stupid grin on their faces.
Wendy felt her knees shaking a little. She turned her head away and looked further down the trail. Her stomach was in knots.
"We should get going" She said. She glanced over at Peter who seemed to be off in his thoughts.
A small bustle came from the bushes surrounding them. Peter pulled out his knife, and a frightened Wendy had grabbed his arm, and held for dear life.
"What was that?" She gasped.
"Could be anything" Peter said. "Pirate, Indian, large crocodile" A small tawny owl flew from the bush and into a tree. Wendy mentally slapped herself. She glanced over at Peter to see him laughing.
"Scared?" He asked.
"I was startled not scared" Wendy replied. Her nerves were still a bit tense though. There were other things out there besides an owl; yet that very thought excited her, her secret ambition was to go on extraordinary adventures then write about them in a novel. Her stories were a good start, and they were filled with the very things that lurked here in Neverland.
Peter turned his head slightly, to catch her gaze when she looked up.
"If you're not scared then why are you still clinging to my arm?" He teased. He laughed as she let go immediately, her face blushing mad.
Wendy reached down to the ground and picked up a thin stick. She started to whack in Peter's shoulder with it.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked. He couldn't help but laugh as she did this to him repeatedly. It didn't hurt, at least not that much anyway.
"Don't tease me!" Wendy cried as she kept on swinging it.
Peter couldn't help but wonder if this girl was all right in the head. Then again, he had hardly known many girls and therefore couldn't decide whether this was simply common amongst them or if it was trait that solely belonged to Wendy
He grabbed the stick right as she was about to whack him again. He snatched it out of her hands and threw it into the bushes.
"Someone needs to teach you how to properly swordfight" He teased her again, walking around her then heading off down the trail. "But even if they did, you'll never be as good as me"
"You conceit!" She shouted.
"How am I conceited?" Peter asked. Wendy ran up to his side and continued at the pace he had set.
Early the next morning within the tree spirit kingdom, Michael's eyes fluttered open. He looked around to see John snoozing beside him. The boy looked over to his sister, but to his surprise, Wendy wasn't there.
"John! John!" Michael shouted. John snored. "John!" Michael curled up and held on to his knees.
"John!" Michael cried again.
John's eyes were still closed. "What?" He asked. His voice was a bit groggy.
"Where's Wendy?" Michael asked.
John had fallen asleep again before he could answer. Michael laid his head back down against the small bed, and closed his eyes. He tried to sleep again, but it was no use. He was wide awake.
The sun's morning rays shone down into one of Neverland's forest. Up in a tree, Peter leaned against the base of the tree. He had been playing music for the whole five minutes after he had awakened. He looked down at his left shoulder that was currently being used as a pillow.
Peter didn't feel in a rush to wake her yet. She looked peaceful as she slept. Her golden hair tumbled over her face, and a small smile hadn't vanished from the moment she fell asleep.
There was an aura around her that screamed of her naivety and youthfulness. For most of his life he had dreamt of growing up to be Jimmy's partner. But a strange thought occurred to him. What would it be like to never grow up?
He kind of liked the thought. After all, all the adults in his life had cared only about their personal gain. Jimmy was an adult and easily betrayed him. Adults were also boring, they never did anything fun.
Maybe he didn't want to grow up; in fact, he never wanted to grow up.
A/N I'd like to thank everyone who's reading and reviewing so far, It means alot! :)