Her Name Wasn't Wendy

Stuck in Love

~Chptr~4~

Pan turned and tossed, then tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't get to sleep. His sheets vaguely smelled of wild berries. The smell had to have been Zemira's. He sat up exasperated. She was all he could think about. Her eyes, those sparkling sapphires. They had stunned him so badly when she opened her eyes. He struggled with his mind trying to shove the thoughts about her in the closet, but it was no use, it was like they were glued to him. He saw her hair, her skin, for only seeing her twice he sure retained a good mental picture.

But above all, he thought of when she had pulled herself out of his grip. He felt like she had tapped into his power and used it against him. Pan had been so surprised that when she had flipped him he was helpless to her strength. She was strong indeed. How was she able to do this? It shouldn't have been possible. Most people couldn't get that close to Pan on the island without succumbing to some of Pan's control. but this obviously wasn't the case for Zemira.

Then he thought of Hook's arms around her. His mind reeled. Anger and envy pored from his mind. He grabbed a pillow on the bed and threw it across the room, slamming a few books off the shelf it hit. He wanted to hold her, he had found her, he had cared for her, not Hook. Yet she had continued to dance with him. A cord was pulled inside of him. He liked her. More then liked. . .

"No," he whispered angrily to himself as he put his head in his hands. He couldn't fall in love with her! It would make him loose his magic. He had to do something. He had to kill her. His heart leaped in his chest, protesting. The thought was like driving nails into his arm. He pictured himself holding a knife over her, her face pale and a bleeding wound in her chest. Tears fell from his eyes as the image disappeared. What was happening to him? His once strong and solid thoughts, were crumbling. How had this girl infested his mind?

Pan was trembling, the whole bed shook. His thoughts scattered like frightened mice. Only one was left, one small thought that was bursting with desire. He wanted to see her. It was so irrational, but he couldn't help himself. Before he could stop himself he was not in his room anymore. Instead he was in Hooks cabin, hidden in the shadows by the door. He looked towards the bed and felt a weight disappear from his shoulders. They hadn't slept together. Hook lay on the floor and Zemira on the bed.

She was on her side facing the window, that let it moon light. Her face so calm, her brown hair, that looked black in the light, was fanned out on the pillow. He had a sudden urge to touch her, hold her. But he held himself back, he couldn't let her know. He couldn't. Some of his mind objected asking why. But he knew, if it became to serious then he would loose his powers. He wouldn't be a boy anymore.

He suddenly saw her move, she turned onto her back and her eyes flew open. Had he made a sound? Did she know he was here? Her blue eyes sending shocks through his system. She sat up and looked around and then stepped to the ground. Careful not to step on Hook. She leaned down over him and pulled his blanket up so that it covered him. Jealousy spiked in his stomach. It was such a caring gesture. Something that just looked so sweet.

She liked him. The thought tore through his mind like a knife. It burned. She liked him. The words repeated in his mind. She liked Hook, not himself. The phrase circled in his mind over and over. He had never really hated hook, he had just tolerated his presence in NeverLand, even hired him on occasion. But he had never loathed him. Now? At that moment he had never loathed anyone more.

Pan had been so wrapped up in his new found hatred for Hook that he didn't even see Zemira walking towards him to the door. He had barely enough time to dash out of the way before she was upon him, opening the door and heading out onto the deck. He looked back at Hook, her touch had woken him up. He was about to stand. The moment he looked down to stand, Pan flew out the door silently and rushed out side on to the deck. He knew Hook was behind him so he went towards the stars on the other side of the ship and raced down them. He took care to hide himself in the shadows. The wind covered the sound of his feet on the deck. In the wind he realized how little he was wearing, only a thin shirt and pants. No shoes. His feet froze on the cold wood.