My Darling Girl *Disney fanfic*

6. Faith and Trust

Wendy awoke, she kept her eyes closed – nuzzling her pillow and expecting to drift back off to sleep. A rustle of movement made her start and she sat bolt upright, peering around the gloom of her room. She made out the shape of someone – someone standing at the foot of her bed.

"Who's there?" She asked, her voice wobbling. She pulled her duvet up to her chin, clutching tightly onto the soft material.

"You're awake," a boy's voice replied. "I'm sorry – I meant to be quiet."

He sounded nice, but Wendy's heart still thudded frantically. Making a quick decision, Wendy sprang from the bed and hastily retrieved a box of matches from her dresser. She lit a match, and by its dim light – saw that she wasn't delusional. A set of feet – larger than her own were planted on the rug across from her. She raised the match up, seeing that feet were connected to legs. The flame began to flicker, nearing the end of the match and Wendy made a small sound in protest. No, she couldn't let the light go out! Twisting so as not to show her back to him, she lit her gas lamp – illuminating the room.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" Her startled voice lacked volume. He was the same height as her and was dressed strangely – like some kind of wild man – with feathers and leaves woven into a dark tunic. Strips of leather were tied around his throat and wrists and atop his head, he wore a curious cap at a jaunty angle – decorated with a single red feather. Wendy noticed his ears, pointed like those of the elves in her stories. "What are you?" She asked, her fear gone – replaced by fascination.

"I came for my shadow." He replied, gesturing to the wall. The boy's lips parted slightly in surprise. His shadow was standing facing him, holding hands with Wendy's shadow. "You found her!" The boy spoke animatedly, addressing his shadow. His lips quirked up into a grin and faced Wendy once more, his eyes alight with excitement. "My name's Peter Pan."

"I'm Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling," Wendy replied nervously. "So he's your shadow. How ever did you lose him?"

"Oh, I didn't lose him." Pan countered. He flung his arms wide open, his grin widening as he made sure that she was watching. The shadow swooped down, engulfing him. Wendy blinked in surprise as she felt it, a spark or perhaps a ripple – singing the air. Pan was returned to normal, his shadow extending from his feet. Looking down, Wendy saw that hers was also.

"How is this possible? How has my shadow come to life?"

Pan closed his eyes, breathing deeply – as if meditating. "Peter?"

His eyes snapped open.

"Sharing memories," he explained.

"Sharing memories?"

"Between me and my shadow." 

Pan's hands went to his lips. Wendy's cheeks flushed, remembering the kiss their shadows had shared. "I'd like to give you something Wendy."

Wendy bit her lip shyly.

"What?"

"A kiss."

Her heart fluttered. She didn't reply, her mind was too scrambled for coherency. Pan moved forward, closing the gap between them and Wendy held very still, barely daring to breathe. He hesitated, checking her reaction. Wendy closed her eyes and Pan grinned in triumph. He kissed her, a chaste peck. A sweet first kiss.