Peter Pan

Chapter 2

A/N: firstly I'd like to say thank you! I wasn't going to return to posting these stories because I thought they were going unread and unliked, I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when I (for a laugh) went to check up on my stories and there were so many beautiful reviews from you all telling me to post more! I'm overwhelmed! You are all so kind! Also please note I changed the style of writing, I felt it was easier to understand this way :D And so, without further a due here is chapter two!

"Peter where are we going? Can't we walk?" Wendy said worriedly as Peter held her hand leading her, somewhere.

They were flying and Wendy struggled to keep the nausea down. Flying to Neverland was enough to last her a lifetime, why did she have to do it again now?

"Where's the fun in that Wendy! Look, you can't see things like this when you're on the ground!" no you certainly couldn't Wendy agreed silently looking at the back of the young man she used to know as a boy.

He was dressed in the same leafy green ensemble he wore on her last trip to Neverland, however now it was starting to rip around his new muscular shoulders and arms and around his crotch… blushing Wendy quickly looked away making a mental note to work on making him some new clothes that weren't so tight!

They landed in a small clearing in the middle of a large pine forest; Wendy could smell the new life in the trees that hadn't been there only a few hours ago. She knelt down to smell one of the beautiful yellow flowers growing on the ground, you never saw beautiful things like this in London anymore, while Peter made the rooster calling he often used to call the lost boys. It wasn't long before they came barreling though the pines towards them with such a speed that Wendy dropped the flowers she was collecting in shock.

"PETER PAN!" they exclaimed bouncing around Peter along with shouts of joy and surprise. It made Wendy wonder how long exactly Peter had been out for.

The boys had all grown too, instead of being very young, as Wendy had remembered them; they were older, around her brothers ages now.

Wendy felt a pang of guilt, how her brothers would have loved to be here. She pushed the guilt away as Peter started talking to the boys, thinking about that was not going to help her adjust.

"I'd like to announce that your mother has returned and so have I, and this time were staying forever!" the shouts of joy returned as the boys starting running to wards Wendy, engulfing her in massive bear hugs, telling her about all the stories they wanted to hear.

"Lost boys Attention" with peters call the boys let go of Wendy letting her slide to the ground, giving her time to catch the breath that had been squeezed out of her. The boys formed a line, their hands to their sides, just like Wendy has seen the boys from the military do back in London.

"Slightly" Peter addressed the boy in the fox costume in an intimidating I'm your superior way, their noses almost touching. "Start digging in the hideout, were making Wendy a room" Slightly nodded giving Peter a salute before Turning around and disappearing into the woods.

"Twins" Peter said moving down the line "go collect wood to make a wardrobe." With the same salute the twins left in the same direction as Slightly.

"Cubby, go talk to the Indians, ask them for some material." Cubby groaned, "aww but the Indians are mean" he started before getting a rather sharp look from Peter after which the grumbling ceased and Cubby left rather quickly.

"Tink go find some flowers for decoration. And Tootles, ahh" Peter seemed at a loss at what to tell his youngest member to do "ahh go um with Tink to collect pretty things girls like in their rooms." Tootles only to happy to oblige saluted and left like the others.

Peter watched him leave waiting until he was out of sight before he turned to Wendy holding out his hand. "Come I want to show you something."

"What is it?"

"Just hold my hand, ill show you!" I took his hand, it was so big now it incased my entire hand in just his palm, and his feet left the floor, taking mine with them.

The fly to wherever we were going didn't take long, and it was only a few minutes before Peter started to head toward the ground.

He had taken me to a large cave, its head looming over us like a lion ready to swallow its prey, whole. "Common!" peter called already a few feet in the giant lion trap.

"Peter, are you sure about this?" I called not moving from the spot I had landed. Seeming to have noticed my fears and reservations peter turned to look at me strait on. His woody brown eyes boring into mine, he took a step toward me and for the second time that day, held out his hand "do you trust me?"

My stomach did a thousand tiny summersaults, I felt the blush creeping into my cheeks, Peter had really changed but I realised in that moment that he was still the same naive caring boy, he had been before. And in that same moment without even retesting what I was doing I stepped forward closing the gap between us and took his hand, "I always have."

The cave began dark and gritty, there was moss growing up the walls, you could hear a constant dip of water somewhere in the distance and it constantly smelt strongly of damp, but despite this we kept on walking, gradually crouching more due to the tunnel getting slowly smaller.

Just before the tunnel got so small that Peter and I would have had to crawl, and I was going to say to forget it and lets just go back, the tunnel ended and we were greeted by a large clearing.

"Oh Peter!" I gushed, running to the center of the moss covered clearing, "its beautiful!

It truly was beautiful, there were spots of sunlight from small holes in the ceiling dotting the ground, the moss soft and cool underneath my feet, the smell of damp replaced by the lavender growing in spots around the cave. But all this wasn't what caught my attention.

What caught my eyes were the carving on the walls, barely visible in the dim light; they were of people, drawn with immaculate precision and immense skill. I stared at the carving for what felt like hours my eyes lingering on each line refusing to move to the next; all the while I felt Peters eyes watching me as if gauging my reaction. It wasn't until I was at the last carving did I realise. "Peter, is this…?"

"Its you." Peter replied answering my unasked question. "Wendy when you left I…" he was right next to me now, his soft warm breath tickling my ear; I didn't turn, afraid to give away the blush that had taken over my face. "I don't know." He seemed at a loss for words, his arm stretched across me, fingers tracing the work, knowing every detail and crevice as if it were… his own?

"You drew this?" I asked whipping around instantaneously deciding it was too dark for him to see the blush on my face. I immediately regretted not turning sooner, He looked so tortured, as if the memory of me leaving was physically hurting him, the expression was there for half a second, I only caught a glimpse of it before he covered up his true emotions, replacing them with his usual cheery façade

"Yeah course, I, my lady am a man of many, many talents!" he said wagging his eyebrows at me. I playfully smacked his arm a little upset that our serious moment had disappeared, and turned back to look at the carvings that told the story of my last visit in Neverland.

By the time Peter and I returned to the secret hideout the sun was almost already set. We had spent the day laughing telling each other stories and just catching up.

Peter led me into the hideout, which was almost exactly how we had left if that morning, a pit for a fire in the center of a large circular room. On the one side were the hammocks and pillows the lost boys slept in, the other had a table for meals, some shelves and not to mention the really cool magical fishpond the boys had, and on the other side was (not only one as it had been this morning but) two curtains that acted as a doors into Peters room and I presumed now mine as well.

"Lets see if those buggers managed to get this right" Peter muttered his eyes scrunching with dubiosity "it's really suspicious that they aren't here!" he marched strait to my hole in the wall. I followed quickly at his heels.

Peter took the curtain and almost antagonisingley slowly he started to move it aside, his eyes trained on my face to gauge my reaction. I gasped speechless as soon as the curtain was out the way enough for me to see inside.

I stared at my new bedroom. It was beautiful! The square room was a reasonable size making me wonder just how long it must have taken to dig out! In the far left corner was a hammock and pillows similar to the boys outside, only mine were pink and blue.

On the opposite wall stood an exquisite hand made wardrobe and vanity mirror it had matching blue and pink flowers painted on the white wood and I giggled, it also had the names of all the boys scratched around it obviously wanting their signature on their handiwork and than I spied my favorite part of the entire room, on the far wall, completely made of blue and pink flowers was my name W.E.N.D.Y printed in large.

"Oh Peter! Its wonderful!" I said turning around and giving him a hug. It took me a moment when the hug wasn't returned to realise what I had done. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks as I looked up to Peter who was equally if not more beetroot colour, he looked down at me in return his eyes stunned as if he hadn't full grasped the situation yet. I didn't give him time to before I tore myself away immediately missing the feel of his solid body against mine.

"Um… I" I stammered, embarrassed by the awkward situation.

"No I'm sorry I…"

"no its not you're fault its…"

"I'm going to find the boys uh… I hope you enjoy your new room." He said at last breaking this unnecessarily awkward situation

"I will. Thank you Peter." I returned watching his toned, muscular, incredibly handsome retreating back.

What was I thinking! How could someone's back be incredibly handsome? This needed to stop! If I had any feeling for peter they needed to be diminished, he never saw you in that way Wendy, I thought remembering his horrified face when I had tried to kiss him so many years ago.

Giggling at the memory, I turned to face my new room. It really was wonderful. I had to pay the boys back some how!

"Wendy the boy caught us all dinner!" Peter voice suddenly called from outside "come eat!"

"Coming!"

"Tell us a story Wendy" Cubby shouted as all the boys and Tinkerbell went to make themselves comfortable on the assortment of hammocks and pillows.

"All right, what story would you all like to hear?"

"When Peter and us went to find the lost treasure!"

"When we had to save the twins from the wrath of the red Indians!"

"Wendy tell us your story from your home." It was almost missed because the one who suggested it was Tootles on his writing board since the boy never spoke, but before it was completely ignored the boys saw it "yeah tell us that!" "I want to hear that story!"

"Are you sure you want to hear that story?" I asked with uncertainty. The boys looked at me with expectant eager faces. My eyes rested on one face In particular, his eyes hadn't left my face they were burning with a fiery curiosity that matched his red hair.

I started my story from when we had come back from Neverland. I told them of how I was eventually moved out of the nursery and how now only Michael really went in there anymore. I told them of the stupid finishing school, I went to bitterly and how all they wanted me to do was to marry some snotty rich boy I didn't like and have children with him. And I told them about Alec Hughes (I saw Peters eyes tighten when I mentioned how he had liked me) and how Tinkerbell had saved me from a life with that insufferable know-it-all!

When I finished the boys just looked at me, their faces slack with the influx of knowledge, until finally one of the twins asked "Wendy how boys and girls make babies?" I immediately felt my face heat up as a murmur of agreed confusion circled the room, all eyes upon me.

"I uhh…" I stammered as my face got more red and the others more curious.

"I don't think I'm ready to tell that story just yet" I said quickly sliding off my seat my voice slightly breathy "good night boys, ill see you in the morning!"

When I was safely behind my curtain I heard the boys muttering in confused voices, I let the hilarity of the situation sink in. a bunch of grown boys were asking a maiden how a child was made. Still those boys had done so much for me today there had to have been a way that I could have repaid them all.

I walked over to my new wardrobe and looked inside, I giggled sure enough instead of clothes in my wardrobe there was just bundles of material. With my work cut out for me, I sat into the night and got started.

Tomorrow the boys were going to wake up with new fitting outfits and pancakes.

A/N: and that's chapter two. Sorry it was a bit long; I got carried away! Please don't forget to review tell me your thoughts, and what you think Wendy and Peter's next adventure will be! Thank you all, Lore.