tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Just after this
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Wendy

ironhook, & Peter

all_butone
Summary; One wish that James Hook had never grown up + Peter's decision that said boy is now his friend + the arrival of Wendy Darling; and things are bound to get complicated.
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Peter grinned happily as the wind rushed past his ears. Christmas Eve was supposed to be special of course, but he'd never imagined something as wonderful as this. He'd managed to make a new friend that morning- James, who was awfully clever and funny and most importantly; loved adventure as much as he did. They'd spent the whole day having fun and talking about Neverland and even though they really had only met early that day, they were fast friends.

And then the most astonishing thing- Wendy had arrived!

He wasn't certain how or why she'd gotten to the City, but it hardly mattered. The boy had missed Wendy terribly (though he'd never go so far as to admit such a thing), and the moment he'd found out he'd insisted on finding her.

Xanadu wasn't far he knew, but he couldn't fight the fluttering in his stomach. He wanted to see her straight away, and though he called for his new friend to follow him- Peter had easily taken a great lead, cutting though the air and stopping only when he'd reached the garden's gate; calling out as he searched for her. "Wendy! Wendy are you there?"

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"Oh brilliant," James whispered, hushed, the smile blossoming across his face like a flower opening to the sun. It was perfect. "I shall wear them in Neverland," He told her confidantly, carefully folding the garment back up and setting it back in the box, as if it were more precious than gold.

He stood up, then, and went to her, taking her hand and bowing over it to place a thankful kiss to the back of her hand. "You are a very clever girl, Wendy," He told her, smiling. Then, letting the silver necklace unfold from the safety of his palm, he pulled all of his curls to one side, reaching up behind his slender neck to put the necklace on.

This, was never coming off.

Wendy's smile couldn't have gotten any brighter then. Between their individual reactions, the somewhat unnerving search for last minute presents had been all worthwhile. And, she noted with a short, girlish bit of laughter, she'd even gotten a kiss!

"Come closer to the fire, won't you? I found a lot of blankets in the closet, they'll make a perfect pallet, don't you think?" She turned to pick up and show the handful of blankets to the pair before she went about setting them up.

"The cold, it'll definitely have a tough time getting to us now!"

Peter- mood obviously dampened in the space of moments between opening his gift and James kissing Wendy's hand, pilied the blankets on himself in silence. This pouting was becoming a bad habit, he knew, and Peter did his best to cover it up.

"Wendy, are you going to read to us now?" He asked, looking over at her from beneath a pile of blankets draped over his head like the hood of a robe. They were all bound to be quite tired and if nothing else, the book would help them to fall asleep.

Sharp-eyed, James immediately noticed Peter's pout. And as endearing as it was, that simply would not do. Besides, what did he have to sulk about? They were both clean, had a day of adventure, and received presents, all in one day. And, if they were lucky, they would now be hearing a story.

So, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he threw himself down onto the lump of blankets that was Peter, effectively tackling his friend for the up-teenth time that day, fighting him for the blanket until they were both spectacularly tangled up.

Then, and only when he was satisfied that he had successfully chased the shadows from Peter's eyes, did he settle enough to grin at Wendy expectantly.

Wendy, too, had noted Peter's displeasure and so, after James had succeeded in his manly bit of wrestling with the boy, she sat up and nodded. "I'll tell you both a story, but only if you'll smile, Peter. Anything but a smile simply doesn't suit the great Peter Pan," she added in, with a wink, in hopes of helping to raise his spirits.

Grinning, she picked up a second blanket and threw it in such a manner, that it was quick to cloak James before she scooted closer to the pair. "For boys who have had such a long day, you two are awfully rambunctious. I shouldn't expect any less, considering who I'm talking to, I imagine.."

After all was said and done, Wendy crawled beneath the blankets and shifted to get comfortable. Oh, she would definitely tell them her story, but Peter had not yet smiled and, thus, she looked at him quite expectantly.

Effectively embarrassed by the whole thing, Peter turned approximately fourteen shades of pinks and reds before hiding under his blanket once more. James, for his part, seemed to have developed a rather serious delight for tackling him- a case he would have to remedy immediately.

When he'd gotten into fights with the lost boys, Peter had discovered and developed one surefire way to cease all problems- and with that in, two hands reached out to grab James about teh waist and began tickling him mercilessly.

It made him smile again, that much was true, but really, tormenting his friend was too much fun to just stop because he'd been able to smile for Wendy.

James howled, and he fought valiantly, but yet again Peter and fished out one of those things that James rarely took part in, and tickle fights were one of them. In fact, ever since coming here, James couldn't remember the last time he had had such fun, or felt so free and playful. He wished it could be like this all the time.

And because he wasn't used to tickles, Peter easily had James writhing and batting ineffectively at him. Finally, giving in, he cried for mercy, freeing his arms to snag Peter around the middle and send both of them tumbling over to land in an undignified heap next to Wendy, wrapped in a web of blankets.

It was amazing then, how Wendy didn't quite seem to hear them. The only reason, it seemed, was that the girl had since, perhaps amidst their play, fallen fast asleep. Story time would have to wait for another day, despite her best effort to stay awake long enough to dazzle them with the newly acquired tale.

She would most definitely apologize to them both later, and make it up to them with not one, but two delightful stories.

The tickling itself had also wound down, falling into lingering hands and laughs that faded into easy sighs. Peter himself was tired, and nestled so closely between Wendy and James, he felt as content as he had in ages- curling up on his side to let his eyes slide shut.

It was a perfect Christmas, just perfect, and Peter lulled off to sleep with a soft smile playing on his lips. "Goodnight Wendy. Goodnight James."

Wendy and Peter weren't the only ones to fall victim to dreamtime. James found himself yawning extravagantly in the middle of their fight, the fight winding out of him as quickly as it had reared. Warmed to the core, James rolled to his side and snuggled up behind Peter, nuzzling against the back of his head like a cat seeking warmth.

He threw his left arm across Peter's waist-- they were all so close together that his wrist came to rest on Wendy's ribs-- and all but purring with the security that came with friendship, he fell asleep with goodnight on his lips.

The embrace was a comfort he wasn't used to- but enjoyed nonetheless as he gave a soft "Hmm" of content, leaning into warm arms with a sigh. One hand reached out behind him, fingertips seeking Wendy's own hand for comfort while his other twisted itself in the fabric of the front of James' shirt.

Sleep came easier than it used to.

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