Of All The Lost Things

Chapter Seven

Wendy's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about Peter. His eyes, his smile, the way he called me Wendy bird. I knew I was playing a very dangerous game, falling in love with him, but I didn't really care anymore. He wasn't that bad at all. We'd stayed on the cliff for most of the evening, sitting in silence staring out at the stars. Now, I lay awake in bed, unable to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a tap at my window. I sat up, and pushed off my blankets. Tiptoeing across the floor, I made my way to the window. Outside, Peter was floating.
Smiling, I unlocked it and opened it. Peter ducked inside.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to see you," he said, and that devilish smirk flitted across his face.

I blushed, and he laughed softly.

"C'mon." Peter held out his hand.

I took it, and he flew off the ground.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere special," he replied, and we zoomed out the window and into the night.

We landed in the middle of the forest. I was about to ask what was so special, when Peter led me through the trees to a small river. We followed it, and and ended up at the bottom of the same cliff we had been at earlier. There was kind of a lake, tucked into the rocks. It was beautiful, with the moonlight sparkling on the water.

Peter turned to grin at me.

"Want to go swimming?"

"Yes!" I grabbed his hand and jumped in, pulling him with me.

We hit the water with a splash, and Peter came up spluttering. I giggled at his surprised expression.

"Hey!" He said, and dunked me under.
Soon we were having a splash fight, laughing so hard we could barely breathe. Our clothes were soaked, but neither of us cared.

Peter had me backed up underneath the rocks, splashing me relentlessly.

"Truce!" I gasped, "I surrender!"

He stopped splashing me, both of us laughing.

"Okay fine." Peter swam over to stand in the waist-high water underneath the cliffs.
I flopped down on the rocks, still half way in the water, and he sat next to me. We were quiet for minute, and then Peter turned toward me said, "hey, Wendy?"

"Yeah?" I asked, looking over at him.

Without warning he leaned over and kissed me.

Peter's POV

We sat on the rocks for a minute, and I was thinking. No one was here, and it felt like we were the only people in the world. I glanced sideways at her. Wendy was so beautiful. I hadn't been able to keep my mind off here since the minute she got here. I was using her, yes, but I didn't really want to. So I gathered up my courage, and let myself go.

"Hey, Wendy?" I said, looking at her.

"Yeah?" She said, and turned towards me.

I leaned forward and kissed her. I kept it slow and sweet, like she would break if I was too rough. This time, it felt real. Maybe because it was a secret, stolen in the dark, or maybe it just felt real because I wanted it to be.

After a moment, I stopped. As soon as I did, I felt the fear and the guilt come back like a tidal wave. Wendy smiled at me, and I felt even worse. Before I could apologize to her, a voice shouted, "Pan!"

I turned to the forest to see an unfamiliar lost boy standing at the edge of the rocks.

"Who are you?" I demanded, suddenly furious with him for interrupting us.

"Daniel," he replied, "and I just wanted to let you know that the Jolly Roger's crew is coming to Neverland. They'll be on the island any minute, on the eastern shore."

"What?" Wendy asked, sounding a little apprehensive.

"Pirates," I muttered. "Daniel, I want you to take Wendy back to the camp. If anything happens to her, I'll kill you. I'm going to meet the pirates."

"No, why?" Wendy said indignantly, "I want to come with you!"

"Wendy, no it's too dangerous. You'll be safer back at camp." I stood up and pulled her off the ground. We got out of the lake, and I couldn't help kissing her one more time.

"I'll see you soon, Wendy bird," I said. With that, I flew up over the trees to find the pirates, promising myself that when I came back, I would find out for sure if she had the heart of the truest believer.

Wendy's POV

I frowned slightly as Peter flew away. I wanted to go with him to see the pirates.

"Come on, back to camp," Daniel said, and started walking into the forest. I had no choice but to follow him. We walked in silence. After a little while, I suddenly realized something. We weren't going to camp. Daniel was leading me to the beach.

"Daniel, this isn't the way to camp," I said, thinking he might've gotten turned around.

"I know," he said calmly, and kept walking.

I stopped, trying to ignore the nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

"Daniel, why are we going to the beach?" I asked.

He turned to face me. "Oh, Wendy. You're never going back to camp."

"What?" I asked, starting to get a little scared.

Suddenly, purple smoke rippled up from the ground around Daniel. It covered his body, and when it disappeared, he was gone.

In his place stood a tall man dressed in all leather, with a sword hanging at his side and a long black beard.

I took a step back, intending to run away, but he grabbed my arm.

"The name's Blackbeard." He gave me a chilling smile.

"You're one of the pirates," I said, my eyes widening.

"Actually, I'm the captain," he said, and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a little blue bag, and he reached inside, pulling out a fine powder.

"What's-" I started to say, but he threw it in my face, and everything went black.

Peter's POV

I made it to the eastern shore in no time, and landed hidden inside the trees. I looked around, confused. There wasn't a pirate in sight. I couldn't even see the Jolly Roger.
I frowned. I could've sworn that Daniel said the eastern shore. I began to walk onto the sand, then froze. An unfamiliar lost boy told me pirates were on the eastern shore, and then took Wendy back to camp? Something was wrong. In a flash, I realized what happened. There were no pirates, at least not on the eastern shore. This was a distraction. That lost boy wasn't a lost boy, I knew every boy in the camp. He was a pirate. And he had my Wendy.