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Not Old, Alone, Or Done For	By : onecelestialbeing Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 9343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Who goes there!" came two small voices, the unmistakable sensation of the tip of a sword pressing into her back.

Wendy spun around and saw the impish twins standing behind her with their wooden swords withdrawn. "Mother, is that you?" they suddenly cried, dropping their weapons and throwing their arms around her waist. "Why are you so tall?"

The rest of the boys heard the commotion and everyone tumbled out, curious to see who their visitor was. Wendy looked around and saw Nibs, Tootles and the rest of the boys, relieved yet sad to see that they were exactly the same as before. The boys crowded around Wendy, pushing one another out of the way hugging her with grubby little fingers.

"Wendy?" echoed a familiar and surprised sounding voice.

"Hi Peter," Wendy answered softly, looking down at the scruffy golden boy. Like the Lost Boys, Peter Pan hadn't changed either. Although this time Wendy noticed how small and childish he looked, his fingers and toes covered in dirt and what looked like berry stains.

"You're grown up," he stated rather accusingly.

"Just a little," Wendy replied smiling at her childhood friend. "You never came back for me for spring cleaning," she told him.

"I guess I forgot," he said shrugging his shoulders. A mischievous grin suddenly replaced the sulky look on his face. "Well now that you're here, you should know that the children have been absolutely horrid! You should punish them," he continued falling right into their game as if eight years had never passed since they last played.

Wendy found herself a bit surprised; she'd returned for all of two minutes and he hadn't even asked her how she was doing, or offered any feasible excuse as to why he never came back to visit. Pushing her errant thoughts away, Wendy decided to play along. The rest of the Lost Boys looked deliriously happy, awaiting their "punishment" from "Mother".

For the few hours Wendy played with Peter and the children, chasing each other about until the tree house was filled with gleeful screams and laughter. It felt a little strange to be running about as if she was twelve years old again but the Lost Boys seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely and she didn't want to ruin their fun.

Finally Wendy began to tire out and she begged for a few minutes to sit down. The Lost Boys left her and Peter inside of the house while they ran into the jungle gallivanting about. "C'mon Wendy, you can't be tired!" Peter chortled, somersaulting in the air.

"Peter!" Wendy cried, rubbing at her now slightly throbbing temple. "Can you sit still for just a moment?"

His face frowning, Peter levitated a few inches off the ground in front of this new grown up Wendy. "You used to be more fun," he said bluntly. "How'd you get back here anyway?" he continued oblivious to her discomfort.

"I don't know…a fairy? I guess I wished myself back here and she came to help me."

"What's that on your leg?" Peter asked, his attention span obviously that of a gnat.

Wendy looked down at her ankle which still bore the strips of fabric covering her wounds. "I fell into the water and the mermaids sank their claws into my skin."

"Ha! You're funny Wendy," Peter interrupted, seemingly oblivious to what Wendy told him about the mermaids. "Speaking of fairies, Tinker Bell! Oh Tink, come say hello to Wendy!" Peter suddenly shouted quite close to Wendy's ear, causing her to flinch slightly.

A four inch glowing creature flitted out from somewhere in the tree house and fluttered next to Peter's head. "Say hi Tink!" Peter repeated cheerfully.

"Hi Tinkerbell," Wendy greeted politely, only to have the wayward fairy rudely stick her tongue out at her and fly away. "I guess she still doesn't like me."

"Aw, you know how she gets," Peter replied impassively. "Hey! Let's go outside!"

Heaving a sigh as the non-ending ball of energy floated back to the ground, Wendy tried to keep up with Peter as he made a mad dash for the door. The Lost Boys were outside running around and whooping cheerfully when Tootles ran over to Wendy and asked her to tell him a story.

"How about I tell everyone a story?" she asked, grateful for the opportunity to have everyone sitting down and quiet if just for a moment.

"Yes!" Peter cried happily, settling down cross legged on the forest ground next to the rest of the group.

Wendy primly sat on an oversized gnarled tree branch that had rooted itself into the ground. For the next thirty minutes they boys sat and listened quietly to the tales of Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel. After growing tired of sitting still, the boys grew fidgety and began shoving each other until Peter once again in that wonderfully piercing voice of his, yelled that he wanted to play a new game.

Wendy found herself secretly wishing that she'd stayed in the peacefully quiet cabin of Captain Hook, even if his disposition turned sweet and sour at the slightest whim. Her thoughts were interrupted when Peter yelled that he needed fairy dust and began repeatedly yelling Tinker Bell's name throughout the jungle.

"Tink!" Peter yelled when his fairy finally appeared. "Go sprinkle fairy dust on the boys, we're going to play hide and seek in the treetops. Don't forget Wendy too!" he replied dashing off and disappearing between the bushes.

"Peter!-"Wendy began to protest right as he ran off. Tink flew up a few inches away from Wendy's face and motioned that she'd be back in a few minutes. Nodding warily, Wendy remained on her tree branch grateful for the few moments of silence. The sun was beginning to set and she thought it getting too dark to play hide and seek, especially in the tops of the enormous trees but she knew that was the exact reason that Peter wanted to play.

Desperate for a proper meal and a bath, Wendy realized that the fairy had returned and was floating in front of her, smiling sweetly. She watched as Tinker Bell cupped her hand and blew something, and the next thing Wendy knew she was rendered blind, screaming and tearing at her face as her eyes burned fiercely.

Tinker Bell believed her little prank to be hysterical, and flew away back to her little tree giggling. Wendy remained alone on the now darkening forest ground, weeping and clutching at her face. She attempted to open her eyes and despite the fire in them, realized that her sight had completely abandoned her. Wendy knew that she shouldn't be surprised; Tinker Bell did have her shot down on her first visit to Neverland. Purposely trying to rend her blind paled in comparison to attempted murder.

Peter was snickering and resting on his back with his hands behind his head in the tree tops waiting for Wendy to come find him when he heard the horrible screams resonating in the jungle. Careening down from the tree, he flew over to the sound where he found Wendy; the skin around her eyes looking red and angry and she cried and furiously rubbed at them.

"What happened?" he asked innocently.

"Your evil fairy did this!" she sobbed, still unable to see. "I thought you told her to give us fairy dust! Fairy dust doesn't make you blind!"

Bending forward to Wendy's face, Peter instantly recognized the red powdery residue that coated her features. "Aw Wendy, you're not blind, well not forever. She was probably just playing with you; it's just seeds from the Lorer flower. It stings your eyes and you can't see for awhile but you'll be fine."

"Peter this is not funny!" Wendy all but screamed. "I can't see and my eyes burn like the ring of Hades! Whatever would possess someone to play such a cruel joke?"

Peter levitated midway in the air, watching as Wendy curled up on the ground with buried her head between her knees, as if desperately trying to extinguish the fire in them. "How do I make it stop?" she asked.

"I don't know. There's some other flower or another that helps but I can't remember which one right now."

"This is wonderful," Wendy swore, practically digging her fingers into the sockets as the fiery burn refused to recede. "I'm here for one day and already I've been attacked and nearly drowned by mermaids and of all the people to save my life its Captain Hook. I willingly come to visit you and get attacked by your friend and you're terribly casual about her blinding me!"

"The codfish!" Peter yelled only hearing his enemy's name. Withdrawing his dagger he waved it about in front of himself. "I'll kill him!"

"Oh will you desist!" Wendy cried. "At least he was gentleman enough to help me in my time of need! Here it is my eyes are melting into my skull and I mention Hook's name and all you can think about is killing him?" Wendy's hands clutched onto her head as she shook it furiously. "I can see you're not even making the slightest attempt to find out what this flower is to ease my suffering."

"I just thought you said that you couldn't see?"

Wendy swore which sounded odd in her trill, ladylike voice. "Leave me alone Peter! Just leave me alone!" she then shouted.

"Fine!" Peter huffed as he flew away from his grown up former friend.

Wendy moaned and cried in pain, desperate for someone, anyone to come find her. Feeling the cool wind blowing against her bare arms she sensed it had grown darker and realized that the chances of someone happening across her was slim. And if one of the children did return, they were just as useless and would be unable to help her.

Back at her tree, Tink sat perched on the edge of a knothole in her tree and was gleefully telling another fairy what she had done when Maila overheard the story. After soundly berating the mischievous blonde, Maila flew out of the tree and made haste towards the Jolly Roger.

Maila hadn't seen Wendy since helping her fly back to Neverland the night before, yet when she saw Mr. Smee and the rest of Captain Hook's crew help her out of the water, she'd stayed hidden in the dark. She knew of their evil tendencies yet was thoroughly surprised when she saw the pirate captain tending to the girl, almost making him appear caring. It seemed that Wendy was in capable hands so she'd hastily flown away, promising to return to the girl at another day.

Hook sat at his desk, wearing of one of his ornate black with gold threading ensembles. Poring over charts by candlelight, his ringed left hand picked up a goblet of Muscat when he noticed a dark haired fairy whiz past his nose. He was about to say those words that every fairy in Neverland lived in fear of when she flew at his lips rendering him speechless.

Maila knew that she had mere seconds to explain herself and thankfully Hook seemed more reasonable, most likely due to the three goblets of wine that he'd consumed. "So you're the fairy that brought this annoying girl back here to torment me?" he stated after hearing her brief story.

Despite Maila being four inches tall the annoyance that crossed her features was crystal clear. "And why should I help that ungrateful girl?" Incomprehensively yelling at the pirate captain, Maila flew at his face until he angrily shoved his chair back from his desk and stood up. "Alright!" he growled, shoving his arms into his outfit's matching jacket. "You miniature tyrant, let me get the others and you will lead me to Ms. Darling."

Buzzing angrily yet appeased, Maila sat down cross-legged on Hook's desk as she watched him stalk out of the cabin slamming the door behind him.
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