Thirteen Forever ~Peter Pan Love Story~ <DISCONTINUED>

"Come sit with momma."

"There is so much more." -Rachel Hurd-Wood, Peter Pan (2003)

-First Person/Misty-

Morning had come sooner then expected. On my knees and ready get a move on, I shook Peter's sleeping body, slapping his cheeks gently. He mumbled a little and turned his head. "Peter!" I whispered close to his ear. "Peter wake up!" 

I shook him some more. He only mumbled again and shook me off. Suddenly annoyed, I opened up one of our bags searching for the canteen. With success, I found it and snatched it up. Shaking it to feel if there was any water inside, there was and I quickly stood up. Opening the lid, I tipped it over Peter's neck. Water came rushing out falling on him. Quickly he jolted awake and shot to his feet. Smiling and pleased I was, Peter flung out his arms. His eyes red and tired..."What the hell was that!" He said annoyed.

Stifling a laugh, I tossed him the now empty canteen. "I couldn't get you awake, Peter." I said smiling but holding back a laugh. Throwing the canteen to the ground, Peter walked up to me and grabbed my arms.  

        "I stayed up half the night to watch and protect you and this is how you repay me?"

        "You stayed up?" I questioned. 

        "Yeah--just look at me! I'm tired as shit." This time I giggled but placed some fingers over my lips to cover it. Shrugging, I moved his hands off of me.

        "You were the one that wants to leave our hideout." I pointed out. "And I was only trying to get you up so we could leave...after all it IS morning time."

Staring down at me, Peter just walked back up and let his head fall in the crook of my neck with exhaustion. "Goodness how could you be so awake?" He mumbled like he was in despair.

        "Well maybe because I didn't stay up half the night--"

        "God, I had the worst dream last night." Hearing Peter sniffle after he spoke, I held his shoulders while he lifted his head up. Meeting his bloodshot green eyes, I frowned. It wasn't that Peter was starting to cry, he was just sniffling because it was a cold morning and I had poured water on him. And his eyes were only bloodshot because he was tired.

        "Well...hold on now--" I quickly dug in our bags for a towel, "you can tell me all about it in just a minute."

Finding one, I ran for Peter's wet neck and dried him up. Taking him to a sitting position, I wrapped a blanket around him and rested against some of the cave with my legs crossed. "Here," I patted the spot in front of me, "come sit with momma."

Without protesting, Peter scooted for my spot. "Now, lay back against me." I urged. He did. Wrapping my arms around his covered shoulders, I slid my fingers in his wild brown curls and began massaging his head. Surly he must have had a headache from his lack of sleep. As we over looked the ocean, I spoke up finally. "Okay, love."  

        "Some pirates stole you from me. I tried to stop them but they knocked me out I think." My brows furrowed and I listened in. "Then, when I woke up--my vision was a bit blurry but I heard a deep moaning sound and then you screaming and then some laughing. I saw you from the side laying on a table with a blanket on the table or something and candles were lit all about the room. Your legs were being held open--" My eyes welled with tears of horror. "I tried to stop them but--I was chained back--" 

        "Stop." I interrupted, giving up my head massaging and closing my eyes to get rid of the water in them. Not able to make the disgusting image in my head disappear, I continued holding my eyes closed then scooted some from the cave wall I was resting against.

Peter sat up just then and studied me. "I shouldn't of said anything, I'm sorry--"

        "No," I interrupted. "It's okay...I just..." the rest of my voice died. Looking down, I felt Peter collect me in his arms.

        "I'll never let that happen." Still a bit horrified, I just tried to relax and rested my chin on Peter's warm shoulder.

        "God, you and your nightmares, Peter, I swear--" He laughed and tightened his hold on me. 

        "Now you see why I stayed up half the night."

        "I have to admit, Peter, I'm glad you did." I admitted.

        "It was hard, but I did it because I care too much about you, Misty." Closing my eyes with some relief, I laid my head against the side of Peter's neck.

        "I know you do, Peter."

After moments, I felt Peter part from me and I was forced to straighten my back again. With a smile on his face, he lifted both my hands and slid them back into his hair. "We'll leave here soon...but for now..."

I laughed because I knew this meant he wanted me to continue massaging his head. "You do your magic." He added. Rolling my eyes, I started to massage his head again. Looking around to distract myself from the pain that was going to form in my arms, I was surprised and taken into a sudden deep kiss.

Taking this as an excuse to drop my hands, I did and they rested on Peter's shoulders and I closed my eyes. He gripped my sides and scooted me against a wall. Unhooking his smooth lips from my own, I opened my eyes again. "Just wanted you to rest against something so your back doesn't grow tired."

        "Well how very kind of you Mr. Pan." I said with a smirk. Peter gave me a cute smirk back and slipped my hands back into his hair.

        "There."

Without another word, I started to massage his head again. After a few seconds, his eyes slid closed and with a gentle relaxed closed mouth smile, his head fell into my chest.