Neverland, Wiser Than Us All

Neverland's King

She had slept late the morning after she had arrived in Neverland. The boys were trying to busy themselves around the house, waiting for her, but a couple hours after breakfast when she hadn't emerged, they had wandered out to tend the garden and get up to only the star knows what.

After a time, Peter heard her wake, quickly busying himself making some breakfast. She wandered in bleary eyed and trying to put her hair up. Her hair never made it. Peter couldn't quite form a coherent thought. She was so beautiful, and she had chosen to stay here with him. HIM. There was a pause when she walked in, neither Peter nor herself knowing exactly how to behave now that they were entirely alone with no time limit. Peter smiled slowly, unabashed joy washing over his face and Wendy dropped her hair to its full length and it blew behind her as she ran into Peter's out stretched arms. She laughed as she swung her around. They pressed their foreheads together and Peter said in a low voice, "Good morning." The smile that blossomed on Wendy's face and in her eyes might have killed Peter if she hadn't said softly back, "Good morning, Peter." Their lips were just about to meet when a rabble of boys tumbled into the room.

"Wendy!"

"I was going to say hi first!"

"Wendy, i picked some berries for you!"

"Bloody 'ell Wendy! You're here!"

"Trell, language!"

"Get a room you two I don't wanna see anymore o' that-"

"Wendy where are you going to sleep?"

Wendy had picked up Belfast when Onan had asked the question. "She can sleep with us!" Arold chimed in.

"She can't sleep with us, she's a girl." said Efrak.

"I thought she was going to sleep with Peter." Offered Simon. The older boys all nodded in agreement but looked at their leader, Peter.

Peter was without words, but couldn't really see a problem with it. So he just shrugged.

Wendy blushed and glared fiercely at him. "A proper woman does not sleep in a pile with a bunch of wild boys. On an island of boys I may be, but I am no boy. I need my own place to sleep." The boys all started chiming in. She silenced them as she continued to speak. "WITHOUT Peter Pan. Until I am officially the queen of Neverland, then perhaps we can work something out." She winked at Belfast in her arms, and he tried to wink back. Opening and closing one eye with his fingers.

"How do you become a queen?" asked Gellard.

"She's got to marry a king." Said Simon.

Trell looked dumbstruck. "You want Peter Pan of Neverland to tie himself down to some lass?"

Twig socked Trell in the stomach. "You haven't proposed to Wendy yet, Peter?" Peter shook his head a little confused. "Well of course she can't be sleeping in some bed with ya. Peter, ya old dog, learn some manners." He over exaggerated a patient sigh. "Why you ever fell in love with him I don't know. Well gents," he grinned at the band of excited boys, "Looks like we're having ourselves a wedding!" They cheered and jumped on the engaged couple. Peter still feeling a little confused, but happy. Whatever was happening was good.

Much to Peter's frustration he didn't see much of Wendy for the next two days. She was apparently sewing some sort of dress with the middle aged boys, though he couldn't imagine they were much help. Meanwhile Twig and Trell were barking orders about gathering this and that. Moving tables and benches. Setting up some sort of big arch. But when he did see her, her eyes were sparkling and he couldn't help but look until somebody shooed him away.

Peter wasn't really sure what a wedding was. He knew about bonding ceremonies, some details of which he had asked Twig to include, but he guessed it was about the same thing. Except that weddings seemed to be a lot more detailed. That could just be because he had never actually been involved in a bonding ceremony. All he knew was that it was somehow bad luck if he saw her tomorrow before the ceremony. His only job, it seemed was to be clean and make the vow rings. This was to signify that they would be together eternally.