Endlessly

(the sequel to An Acorn and a Thimble… it's finally here! Rejoice!)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so get your blood-sucking lawyers out of here.

A/N: To all of you who wanted it, here it is. *Grin*

Chapter 1: The Writing in the Wood

Wendy Moria Angela Darling was happy. Not only was she happy, she glowed. She absolutely loved her life, Neverland, the children, and above all, she loved Peter. She stood in a cabin on board the Jolly Roger, the children seated before her, and she was teaching them addition. It was one thing to live in Neverland, it was another thing not to be educated in Wendy's eyes. There were four small boys: Arrow, Ben, Sharp, and the littlest one, whom they called Dirt. The child had an endless dirty face, and Wendy wasn't surprised at all to hear his name. And of course, there were the three small girls: Blue, Petal, and Flower. Wendy turned back to her slate, and wrote some numbers on it with a piece of chalk.

There was a sudden cheer from the children.

            "Now, settle down, there will be much time for play," She said, hoping not to sound too stern. She gasped when she felt a pair of lips caress her neck.

She smiled. Peter. She pretended to ignore him until her slid her hands around her waist, and put his chin on her right shoulder.

            "Peter!" The children cried, ignoring their slates and getting to their feet. "Peter, play with us!" They begged.

Peter turned to Wendy.

Wendy looked at each of their faces. It was pretty useless to try and teach them anything at the moment. When Peter was around, it was playtime. "Oh, go ahead," She said, and the children cheered.

Peter placed his hands on his hips. "The last one to the hollow is a codfish!"

There was a mad dash to the exit of the cabin, and they were all off. Peter flew in the air, ready to chase after them.

Someone grabbed his ankle.

He turned, and saw Wendy standing there, her grip on his foot.

            "Now Peter Pan, I do believe you've given me a kiss without so much as a word,"

He grinned, landed, and pulled her to him.

She let out a happy squeal.

He reached out a hand a caressed her face, just staring into her eyes. She loved it when he did that. "Morning, Wendy," He whispered.

            "Morning, Peter," She breathed.

His gaze drifted down to her lips, and soon his were on hers. So soft. So loving.

There was a small angry yelp. They broke apart to find Tink hovering above them, her tiny arms folded.

Peter grinned up at her. "Jealous," He said.

She grabbed a strand of Wendy's hair and tugged.

            "Hey!" Peter said warningly.

Wendy's eyes flashed. "I love you, Peter."

He grinned. "You love to get under her skin,"

Wendy grinned as well.

Blue stuck her head in the cabin door's window. "Peter, come on!"

            "In a minute, Munchkin," He called to her. "Tink, keep an eye on the children until I get there?"

Tink gave a small nod, and flew out the door, Blue at her heels. Wendy turned and started gathering up the slates the children had left behind. Peter took her hand. "Come with me,"

            "Where?"

            "I have to show you something." He scooped her up and flew out of the cabin and up on deck. He stopped when they reached the crow's nest, and he set her down.

            "Peter, what are we doing here?" She whispered, gazing out at the sea. "It's beautiful, but…"

Peter grinned, and pointed to the post. There was a small inscription. Inscribed on it were the names Wendy and Peter encircled by a heart. Wendy was speechless. Tears filled her eyes, and she ran her fingers lovingly over it.

            "Please don't cry, Wendy," He whispered.

            "Oh, Peter…" She whispered. "I… when did you do this?"

            "The night you left," He said quietly.

She threw her arms around him. "I didn't know you knew how to write,"

            "I learned before I came to Neverland, but I had forgotten over time. Seeing you brought it all back."

            "I love it," She said, and kissed his cheek.

Someone from his past stared up at the two with a frown. They looked happy. So happy… so blissfully happy… and it was like a knife to their stomach. They wouldn't be happy for long, not after this stranger got their revenge.

Author's Note: Okay, I know this was pretty short, but I just wanted to get this one up! The chapters to come will be longer! Thanks, and review.