Peter Pan Fan Fiction ❯ Opening Closed Windows ❯ Charming old friend ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Chapter 3; Charming old friend.

Wendy sat in silence as the rest of her class chattered away. It was the last class for the day, but
Wendy did not care much for knitting. She was perfectly capable of knitting small squares to make a
plaid. It was harder to actually concentrate on the work while there were so many thoughts racing
through her head. She didn't even listing to the newest gossip Susan was telling and that was saying
something.

Susan Bowler always had the juiciest gossip. She knew who was dating, who had broken up and could
name every scandal for the past ten years. Normally Wendy would be listening to what she had to
say, but now she couldn't get Tinkerbell of her mind. The two of them had a long talk and it seemed
that Tink had gotten easier as the years had passed. Of course she hadn't aged at all, she looked just
as perfect as she had nine years ago. Her temper didn't flare up so violently anymore and she didn't
shot so much profanities at Wendy anymore. But it could be that she had turned it down a bit
because she needed Wendy's help. Insulting her wouldn't help Tinkerbells cause at all and maybe she
knew that to.

Tinkerbell had told everything that had happened since Wendy had left. It had shocked the teenager
beyond believe to hear that Peter had seemed so los without the Lost Boys Without her

She still remembered him as the headstrong, fearsomely brave boy that would never grow up. The
boy that loved adventures so much that he could forget everything else. The boy who could never
care about her the way she wished, because it was just too hard for him to trust her.

It broke her heart to know that he hadn't done what she expected him to do.

The brunette slowly shook her head and looked up from her knitting. Only to be faced with her entire
class looking at her. Obviously she had missed something rather important, or something about her
person. Otherwise everybody would not be looking at her like she had just found the goose that
could lay gold eggs. Her eyes grew big and she looked at some of the girls of her class. They weren't
looking like she had a disease, so it couldn't be that bad. Her voice still sounded apprehensive as she
asked: "Is there something wrong?"

Susan smiled at Wendy with the courtesy of a panther watching dinner walk closer and closer. She
had something and was about to share it. The black haired girl waited for a moment and leaned
forward in her chair as she asked: "Didn't you hear it yet Wendy?"

She smiled and blinked her sweet blue eyes at Wendy and the rest of the classroom held their
breath. Wendy suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and asked: "Exactly what haven't I heard yet
Susan?"

"Christian is planning to ask you to Mr. and Mrs. Alabaster's Halloween ball. He Phillip who told
Mary, who told in turn told me. We all thought you'd know by now." A mean look appeared on
Susan's face, it was appalling to see her enjoy Wendy's ignorance. "Apparently we were wrong."

"Apparently you were," Wendy answered frostily.

It was not that she needed the warning that Christian was going to ask her out. It was just that she
detested the fact that it was told by no other than Susan Bowler. Christian on the other hand she
could never detest. The very handsome boy that attended the St. Helena School for pristine young
men. Probably one of the few boys she wouldn't refuse if he ever would ask her out. His reputation
was spotless, as was his face. His behavior was always as society expected and he would never leave

---

her alone. The fact remained however that he had not asked her yet. Her classmates would not get
any gossip from her. Not this time and if you could help it, not ever.

~*~

Michael stared at the brick building at which Wendy went to school at. He needed to wait for her to
leave it, before he could go home. John and he went to St. Helena's, but today John wanted to stay
longer to study in the library. Michael however was considered too young to walk home on his own.
It was ludicrous! He was eleven now! Nearly a man! And yet he listened to his mother and did not
walk home alone. He waited for his sister, like the good little brother he was raised to be.

He linked his hands behind his back and wiggled his toes. No one could see that of course, but he still
liked to wiggle his toes like they could. What he really minded about the entire situation was not that
they underestimated his maturity but waiting in the cold. And cold it was! It was windy and looked
like it could start raining any moment from now. Michael shivered and hid his hands deep in the
pockets of his jacket. He hoped that Wendy wasn't chattering with some brainless bimbo and graced
him with her presence really fast. He wanted to get home, drink hot coco, hug Nana and maybe, just
maybe he would do his homework.

All of the sudden, a new shadow loomed over Michael. He was pretty sure that it wasn't a particular
heavy cloud because it had the shape of a person. Normally people wouldn't stand so close to
another person, it wasn't polite. Michael was seriously contemplating to turn around and ask the
man to take a bit more care and don't stand so close to another human being. As he started to turn
however a shiny silver hook was placed on his shoulder en the young boy froze in his tracks.

His eyes locked on the hook and all of the sudden he was three years old again, lying on a cloud and
looking at a ship. Long Tom was directed at him and he could hear pirates shouting. The Jolly Roger.
The ship belonged to a pirate with the most horrible reputation. A man with violet blue eyes that
shimmered with death. And at seldom when the man would cry, his tears were bright red and deadly
within seconds. It were those thoughts that prevented Michael from whirling around and looking at
the person attached to the hook.

"Do excuse me little boy," a voice steamrollered trough Michael's thoughts and the boy's body
spurred into movement. He whirled around and looked at the owner of the positively charming
voice. He already knew who it was, but it didn't prevent him from turning. He stared at the black
haired man with his violet blue eyes. The hook still lay on the eleven year old boy' shoulder and all
color disappeared from his face. His hands started shaking and his eyes grew big.

This wasn't a dream. He wouldn't wake up and find a hat underneath his blankets nor a gun, or even
a cannonball. Michael was in fact wide away and staring straight in the face of the one person he
feared the most. "HOOK!"

The words where more shouted that something other and Michael stepped back. He could feel the
silver hook scraping over his coat and it made his skin crawl. He didn't stop moving however, but
turned around and ran. He just ran towards Wendy' school en didn't stop until he was hidden behind
the door.

Jas Hook was still standing on the same spot he had been when talking to Michael however. He
quirked an eyebrow as he casually looked at the big oak doors behind which the little boy had
disappeared. Behind Captain Hook stood his first commander and trusty; Smee. The round man had
white hair and sparkling eyes. He seemed more like a friendly bookkeeper then a fearsome pirate.
And while Smee might not look like a pirate, he was one. A very cowardly one that is.

---

"Well Smee, that was a marvelous surprise. I'd started to fear that I had lost my touch and could not
scare people out of their panties anymore." Jas Hook spoke with a casual nonchalance and smiled
pleasantly. Smee grinned. "You did a lot more than scare him out of his panties Captain. I think the
child wet himself of fear."

"I hope he did," the pirate murmured and turned around to face Smee. "I do believe we have to
journey on Smee. This must be the place where Peter Pan is hiding and I cannot stop looking for him
until I have found him. The little arrogant brat couldn't possibly believe that he could outsmart me,
Captain Jas Hook! No he cannot! And now that the door is open I will find him and finish him for once
and for all!"

The pirate stood on the edge of a dark chuckle, but contained himself. This was not the time to laugh
at the boy's oncoming demise. This was the time to venture on and find the cocky child. He knew just
where to look for his archenemy. The person who took his hand and later on had tried to let the
same crocodile at him whole. The nail on his coffin, the source of his grey hairs and sleepless nights.
Peter Pan.

"Let us go Smee. We need to find this famous 'Kensington Gardens' of which our little fairy friend
told us before our departure."
"Aye Captain!"

~*~

"Oh please Michael! You can't be serious out that!" Said the Twin but Michael nodded. "I am! I
swear! It was him!"
Al his brothers sighed and Nibs said: "But Michael, not one of us had dreamed about him. How could
he get here?"
"None of you have?" Michael asked frowning and all the boys shook their head.

It was true. Not one of them had dreamed about Jas Hook or Smee. They had had dreams about the
Indians, the mermaids, fairies and the wild animals. They had even dreamed about the swordfights
they would have against each other, but none of them had even dared to dream about the pirates. It
was a great surprise to hear that Captain Hook had found his way into London on his own anyway. Or
maybe, just maybe someone had dreamed about Hook!

Michael jumped of his bed and shouted: "Wendy!"

Tootles looked at him as though he had just sprouted a second head, not understanding what the
youngest of the group meant. John however did understand and shook his head. "Wendy doesn't
even remember Neverland. She never talks about it anymore. Why would she dream about
Neverland?"

On this Slightly looked up from his flute. "What if she does remember Neverland? What if she does
remember, but not like we do?"
"But why would she dream about Hook?" Tootles asked, clearly confused. John shrugged. "I don't
know. Maybe we should ask her?"

As soon as the words had left John's lips, the boys were bustling over each other to get to Wendy's
room. Nibs reached her room first en threw the door open. It slammed against the wall, making their
one and only sister jump. She whirled around to look at her band of brothers and scolded. "Why on
earth are you guys making such a racket! Hasn't any of you ever heard of knocking?"

---

"Did you dream of Captain Hook?" Michael blurted out and Wendy looked at him in disbelieve. All
her brothers had found their way into her room by now and were waiting impatiently for her answer.
Wendy really didn't want to answer the question, she was ashamed to admit it. But how could her
brothers know about her dreaming about Neverland?

She had indeed dreamed of Captain Hook. Wendy could still feel the cold silver of the hook against
her skin, the warmth of his breath against his cheek. The pain as the sharp point of the hook had
penetrated her skin and the complete and utterly embarrassing glimmer of hope deep inside of her.
Hope that Peter would come soaring down from a cloud and would defeat the nasty pirate. But it had
only been a dream. Not something she was willing to share with her brothers. She had moved on
with her life. She had grown, she had matured, she was making plans for the future and Neverland
lay in the past.

She had never dreamed about Neverland. The dreams had reared up their big ugly heads just a
couple of months ago. Around the same time as the boys their dreams had started. The first couple
of times Wendy had awoken, gasping for air and fighting back tears. She had wanted to scream,
shout and cry so badly. But she had not. She had decided that dreams were just dreams and that she
would have to learn how to cope with them. It hadn't worked. It hadn't worked at all.

Wendy closed her eyes and lowered her head. The silence continued but after what seemed forever
she whispered: "Yes, I have been dreaming about Captain Hook."
Her eyes grew twice as big and for a moment all she could do was look at her brothers. But after a
minute or so she asked: "How do you know that?"

As the words left her lips, Wendy thought back about what Tinkerbell had told her last night. A hole
between two worlds, allowing her to come back to London even though Peter had left Neverland.
And at that moment something clicked inside of Wendy's mind. All the nightmares the boys had been
having. All those little momentums about Neverland that mother had found in their beds. The smells,
the sounds and even Tinkerbell appearing in her bedroom. The teenager gasped. "I pulled Hook
trough the hole, didn't I?"

All the boys stared at her as though she didn't make any sense. Nibs however grabbed Michael and
jerked him forward. "We don't know anything about a hole, but Michael could've been dead! He felt
the burning sensation of that silvery hook on his throat, ­as he said the words, his hand mimicked
them flawlessly- pressing against his sensitive skin! So what we do know is that Hook is here! Hook is
in London no doubt about it!"

"So is Peter," blurted Wendy and all of the sudden the entire room wend dead still. All eyes were
directed at Wendy, who was looking at her feet by now. The twins suddenly appeared at her knees,
both on a side. Their hands was lying on her knees and she looked at them. They had grown, but still
looked so much alike that it was shocking. They still looked so innocent and all very hopeful when
they looked at here. "Is Peter really in London Wendy? Did he come back for us."

"I don't know. I haven't seen Peter," Wendy answered honestly and briefly looked out of the window.
She didn't even know if she wanted to see Peter again. If he would want to see her for that matter. I
was far more complicated then it seemed. Wouldn't it be terrible awkward to see Peter again. He still
the same and she older, more mature. It would be awkward, but judging by the look on the boys
their faces they would go looking for Peter during the weekend. No doubt about it whatsoever.

---