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Let Me Be Your Wings

Tap. Tap. Tap, tap, tap.

The fifteen-year-old turned away from examining her reflection in the mirror and walked over to her balcony door. A smile slowly broke across her face as she took in the sight of a dark-haired boy – dressed all in green, wearing a green hat, a cutout of a fairy pinned to his shirt with a small dagger strapped to his side – before opening the door. Gracefully, holding her long white nightgown, she curtsied. He gave her a grand bow.

"What is your name?" the boy asked curiously.

"Wendy Moria Angela Darling," she answered. "What's yours?"

"Peter Pan."

"I did not think you would come," the girl said softly, running a hand through her long hair.

He pouted and placed his fists on his hips. "I said I would return for my shadow."

"I know. But you came such a long way just for tonight. And I did not think you would really…" she trailed off, eyeing his green tights. "Ned refused to," the words were whispered.

Now he scowled. "I told you I would do this with you. If I look silly in these tights, I'm sure he'll be quite the sight in that large wig of long black curls." Seeing her lips twitch, he did his best crow. "Is Wendy-lady pleased?" he asked, turning in a circle.

"Oh yes, very pleased!" Her blue eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands.

"Then I shall be brave before my enemies." He grew thoughtful for a moment. "May I have a kiss for courage?"

"Of course," and she drew the thimble off her finger and gave it to him.

He slapped his hand against his forehead. "I mean may I have a thimble?"

The girl chuckled and rose up on her toes, gently brushing his cheek with her lips. "There is your thimble," she declared, pulling back.

His face was pink and he touched where she had thimbled him. "Thank you kindly, Wendy. And now," he offered her his hand, "the night is young. Come fly with me. We might battle some pirates, or solve a mystery."

"But I cannot fly," she took a step back, eyes clouding with uncertainty and fear.

"I'll teach you. I'll teach you ride the wind's back, and away we go," he leaned forward, his hand reaching to her. Blue and brown pools met and held. "I won't let you fall," he promised quietly.

After a moment, the girl slowly placed her hand in his. He smiled cockily and she smiled in return.

This was going to be the best Halloween ever.

THE END