tampered | Log; Ongoing

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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Wendy had been absolutely enthralled by the various flowers that lined Xanadu gardens, but not so much that she would ignore the familiar voice when it caught her ears. In fact, the second she heard it, she rose to her feet and turned to shoot him her sweetest smile.

"Peter! I'm here," she chirped as she lifted a hand and waved him over.

Mind you, the fact that she wove him over didn't stop her from taking the first few initial steps forward. It was more than relief that washed over her then; it was joy, because she had missed him more than she dared let on.

She was easy to spot, the single bright patch in rows flowers darkened by the coming night. He landed easily enough, and nearly stumbled a bit in his enthusiasm- though upon catching sight of Wendy's face, straightened more properly. After all, though he had missed her, he certainly wasn't about to show it.

Instead, Peter grinned, hands rising to settle at his waist as he stood before her. She looked exactly the way she had the last time he'd seen her- as if nothing had changed at all. Offering a formal bow and genuine smile, his voice was surprisingly soft when he spoke. "Hullo Wendy."

After curling a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, and dusting free a dress that Sakura had been kind enough to let her borrow, she did well to copy him and mask her own delight. Though, much to her inward displeasure, she wasn't nearly as good at pretending as he was.

Her eyes, wide and blue as the sea, squinted slightly when she smiled a second time and proceeded to dip into a reciprocating curtsy to his bow. It was nostalgic almost, and that only served to widen her already blissfully amused sort of smile. Peter had not changed a bit, and that was simply perfect.

"Hello, Peter."

His head cocked to the side, curious at the response. Now he was truly confused, and his brows furrowed at the thought. Something had changed in a way he couldn't quite place his finger on. Sure, Wendy looked the same, but something about her seemed different and Peter wasn't sure where to begin.

He paused, hands falling from his sides as he looked at her. "Wendy, are you alright?"

It was not to be different for very long as, in the second he dropped his hands, she had stepped forward and, without so much as a warning, pulled him into a hug. She might have chosen to squeeze the life out of him had she not known better, and thus it was a loose sort of hug. Something he could have easily wriggled free of if he chose to.

"You never came back to hear my stories," she lightly scolded, bowing her head to mask the fact that she was smiling rather than frowning.

Peter was fast.

James wasn't surprised, really, even though he had been practicing all day this new gift of flight. He could dip and swerve easily enough, and had managed to keep up with Peter perfectly well, getting better as the day wore on. Apparently, though, when excited, he was no match for the fairy boy at all. His new friend had quickly out-stripped him as they flew towards the gardens, and even flying his fastest, the Oppidan quickly fell behind. He found he didn't much like being seperated from Peter, similar to the way he didn't like to be away from Jolly-- though with Peter it was somehow worse.

During the course of the day James had shucked his school's coat, along with the vest and neck-tie (they were a terrible nuisance, getting in the way of adventuring), leaving him in regulation blue trousers and a white dress-shirt. He squinted against the dusk to seek out his missing friend and whoever it was Peter had been so excited to see.

Once sighting them, a small frown curled his mouth. They were standing awfully close together, weren't they? He and that little lady. If he wasn't mistaken, they had probably just been locked in a warm hug. His stomach twisted, but he pushed it aside to grin instead. This was the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack. Without warning, James suddenly pitched forward, diving for the pair, and hair flying like the black of a pirate flag, he crashed into Peter, arms locking around the other's shoulders in a playful, but possessive, embrace.

"Gotcha!"

Though her sudden hug had surprised him and he hadn't so much as attempted a response, her gentle scolding made him laugh, reassuring him when he'd needed it the most. Sometimes she would confuse him, but she always made it alright in the end- and Peter decided that the end was what really mattered after all.

His mouth opened, hesitating briefly before he spoke, as if uncertain as to what would come out.

"Wendy I-oof!"

The tackle caught him as off guard as the hug had- though with signifigantly more force and the momentum coupled with the other boy's weight knocked him over with an undignified yelp. Surprise faded into a laugh easily enough and Peter nudged the boy off with a smile, looking at the pair as he stood. He'd never been particularly good at introductions, but he supposed in this case, it was important.
"James, this is my Wendy and Wendy, this is the new friend I told you about, James."

"James, from Eton! We have already met, though not formally." Wendy announced cheerfully before stepping back to offer him a prompt little curtsy. She seemed to forget what she had been doing previously it seemed, as Peter hit the ground, and she broke into a fit of laughter.

"I hardly think I can compare to your James, Peter! I certainly can't tackle someone and he is quite witty." She directed a smile at the other boy and winked. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, James."

James swatted at Peter when the boy pushed him off, but it was all in good humour, but where the other stood up immediately, James took to reclining in the grass he had landed in. Both hands propped behind his shoulders, forget-me-nots looking first to Wendy-- then jerking quickly back to Peter at the use of the word 'my'. A flicker of jealously darting through his eyes and his smile turned aloof, a mask against the envy that had suddenly spiked through the Eton student.

A wry eye was then turned to Wendy, sizing her up from his lower level. So that was Wendy, was it. She was oddly familiar-- something about her cheekbones-- but the thought was replaced with something like arrogance at her flattery.

"The pleasure is all mine, Wendy," He said as he climbed to his feet, dusting off both pants and shirt. Once there, he executed a dramatic bow, left hand extending slightly to the side, right arm across his middle. When he straightened, he shook his head to clear the raven curls from his face, and gave the girl a charming smile. After all, she was kind as far as he could tell, and if she was Peter's friend, well. He might as well give her a chance.

Peter shook his head, distracted momentarily by James' bow and the glimpse, he caught, of a smile. He just knew the two would get along well, and without thought he'd already risen into the air once more- legs crossed as he sat, leaning forward to peer at Wendy.

"Wendy, how did you come here anyway? What about the lost boys, are they all grown up already? And where are you going to stay now? I don't want you to be far away."

He was absolutely charming and she had not the heart to bring up the past. Therefore, after receiving that most charming smile, she giggled and turned to give her reply to Peter. It was going to be a rather long story if she told it in full and, thus, she decided to make it simpler on the lot of them by shortening it.

"I'm not exactly sure, Peter -- I simply arrived. No, no! They're still boys and they do so miss you. When I tell them I've seen you, they'll be absolutely delighted!" She paused, furrowing her brows a little. "When I arrived, a man named Jr. rescued me from one of the creatures in the forest, and he has let me stay with him and his friend ever since."

"He called it Building six, the place where we are staying. He, well, he knew quite a lot about us, Peter. You, me, The Lost Boys and even Neverland."

James folding his arms across his chest, his right hand curled lightly against the curve of his bicep, listening to the Wendy girl's tale. The smile fell away into something of a frown, and he shook his head a little.

"An alarming amount of people know about Neverland," He said, something dark in his voice. None of them could likely tell, but the undertone was possessiveness. It was his Neverland. Paradise, and it simply didn't agree with him that so many people knew about it.

He had no problems with Peter knowing, or really Wendy (although, for as nice as she was, he still felt that stirring of jealousy in his gut everytime she looked at Peter that way), but these other people?

"Not just anyone should know about it. Or be able to go there." There was something close to a sulk in his voice, and he shifted his weight, a touch closer to Peter.

He caught the possesive lilt in James' voice and quickly turned to face him, brows furrowing. "I've heard that alot of people know about Neverland. That we are all characters in a book or something. I don't care though. Even if people do know- it isn't as if they can come."

It was the best reassurance he knew how to give, and Peter offered the boy a soft smile. He hoped it would be enough to satisfy him. Regardless, he let himself drift closer to James' side, turning his attention to Wendy once more.

"You're staying with the boy who found you then?" He sounded almost unhappy about it, but gave no other indication, expression remaining placid.

"I," Wendy began, tone dropping to a quiet whisper, "feel sorry for them. To know of something so great but to never be allowed to go, it's all quite sad, really." But, despite the feeling, she brushed it off and turned to look at the gate that led to Xanadu's exit. What would life be like, had she never met Peter Pan?

Positively dreadful, that's what.

"Where else would you have me stay?" Wendy sounded amused as she crouched where she stood and began to idly tend to the flowers around her. They were quite pretty, after all. "The house that you and The Lost Boys made for me is back in Neverland, and it was such a lovely house."

She looked up, to James, eyes alight and proceeded to explain further. "They even gave it a doorknocker."

Peter addressed him and forget-me-nots pulled from Wendy to fall on his friend, silent as the fairy child spoke. And though he would have liked to say something else, Peter's assurance worked wonders. Coupled with that smile, and the fact that he eased closer, some of the tension leaked from James' jaw and shoulders.

He canted his head, instead, blinking down at Wendy as she described the Lost Boys and the house. An eyebrow lifted (a doorknocker, huh?), and he chewed his lower lip a moment, peeking at Peter out of the corner of his eye. His companion wasn't happy about Wendy staying with that individual, whoever it was.

"Well if that house is back in Neverland, then we should just make a new one for here, until we all get back to Neverland," James announced, quite abruptly and decisively. His arms dropped, left hand propping to his hip, right fisted directly before him. As soon as the pose was struck, though, it dropped, and he spread his arms. "And I have no place to live, either, so we could all live there together!"

Peter considered the idea carefully, looking from James to Wendy as if searching for their input. "It wouldn't quite be the same, since the lost boys aren't here to help."

In truth, Peter had never been fond of doing work of any kind- and often preferred to simply come up with ideas and give orders than to labor himself. "Besides," he continued "It would take an awfully long time with just the two of us to build it James, and it is already dark. Why don't we just find a room for all of us- then we can make it perfect."

"Then a room we shall have! If, of course, you two don't mind sharing a room with a girl?" Wendy looked up and then between the two of them before, as if waiting for their particular answers on the matter she rose, smoothed out a wrinkle in her skirt and grinned.

"It's not so much that it's too late, Peter, as much as it's the fact that you're just notoriously lazy," she teased. "But, you're right. It'll be perfect."

He crinkled his nose disdainfully, lip curling into the beginnings of a sneer as Peter disagreed with him, but it slipped away before fully taking hold of his pale face. Peter hadn't meant it to be contrary, as James was so used to, and he had a valid point.

Oh well, it had been a good idea. He looked to Wendy, and lifting his chin, the charming smile returned to his lips.

"Well we wouldn't have suggested it if we did mind. Thats more a lady's thing, anyways. Not sharing a room-- pfft. Silly rules, I think," James prattled as he turned from the other two, searching the ground. A small 'aha!' left him as he picked up a decent sized stick-- a fallen branch-- and whirled, brandishing it like a sword.

"If 'tis a room you want, 'tis a room you shall have," He declared, like a King addressing his court. It was just another adventure, after all.

He didn't bother trying to keep the grin from his face. A room was a room after all, and what did it matter to him? He wouldn't have to work, and both James and Wendy would be there with him. The rest was a mess of unnecessary details.

"Would you still like to be in a room in building 6 Wendy? It isn't far off after all."

As he spoke, he spotted a stick of his own, striking out at James' makeshift sword as though the boy had offered some sort of unspoken challenge.

And, as if on perfect cue, a third stick was brandished by the girl as she struck an almost laughable pose to match her grin. It just wouldn't do to let the boys have all of the fun, she thought, with some playful haughtiness. She had, after all, been the infamous Red-handed Jill in Neverland aboard the Jolly Roger.

.. Even if Red-handed Jill was said to be little more than a storyteller, she was quite fierce!

"Either building would do, Peter. James, do you have a preference?" Wendy's grin softened into something more along the lines of a smile as she good-humoredly waggled the makeshift sword at him.

With the reflex of a snake, James' wrist snapped and he knocked his wooden sword against Peter's as the other lashed out. The triumphant smile shifted into something more predatory, a flash of Captain Hook, and tossing out his left hand into the standard fencer's stance, he exchanged a few playful strokes with Peter before Wendy spoke.

Then he turned, his forget-me-not's half lidded, swirls of night-black hair dancing around his jaw and shoulders as he regarded Wendy and her matching branch. His smile had faded briefly with the interruption, but it returned with a vengence, and he turned from Peter to bat his false blade against her own. Branches crossed, he stepped in, cobalt eyes bright.

Maybe she wasn't so bad. She was firey, and he liked that. So long as she didn't steal all of Peter's attention as she had before, they would get along famously.

"Winner's choice," He announced, his own blue eyes unwavering from Wendy's matching pair, voice pitched low, but still loud enough so that both his companion's might here the decree. Then, with a shout, he spun, facing them both.

"En guarde!"

Peter looked from one pair of blue eyes, to the other before stepping back. In truth, he couldn't care less about what building they wound up in, but that was hardly the point. Peter was more than eager to fight- if only for fighting's sake, but if he and Wendy decided to rush James all at once well, that would take all the fun out of it.

Instead he offered a playful bow to the girl, letting her take the first match with a smile. "Go on Red-Handed Jill. I'll take on the winner!" Ladies first after all, and from his perch in the air, Peter laughed enthusiastically, his own makeshift sword resting across his lap.

If nothing else, the fight would be fun to watch!

"You're too kind, Peter!" Wendy stifled a fit of giggles and reciprocated the bow to Peter before she turned and, perhaps out of habit, turned the same bow on James. For, be it a sword fight or not, it was never good for one to forget their manners. "I'll not go easy on you, James!" She added, playfully, before stepping back into a formal sort of stance.

Red-Handed Jill, how long had it been since she had heard the name? It never came pleasantly from Peter's lips but now, in play, he seemed completely and utterly enthusiastic about the moniker. Which only served to heighten her amusement as she eyed James, makeshift sword wielded firmly, and simply waited.

Were he not ready, she would feel awful -- it wasn't like her to attack a man unaware, lest he be a pirate, and James was certainly no pirate! Ah, yes. She, too, had since forgotten. It was amazing, you see, what childish play could do to the mind.

James flashed a wide grin at Peter. Of course, had Peter decided to jump into the fray, he wouldn't have minded. He was confidant he could take on both of them at the same time. It wouldn't be the first time he had been pitted against two opponents, after all. But this way-- because he had no doubt he would win-- he would be able to fight Peter one on one.

Wendy bowed, and James held his false weapon to the side to execute a bow to the girl, the branch returning to its place before him with perfect form. "I should hope not! But expect the same in return!" He crowed, then came at her, knowing she was ready simply from her stance.

"I'll admit, your form is exceptional, perfect even!" Wendy was surprised not because of his skill, though it was quite impressive, but by how enthusiastic he seemed about besting her. It was only natural, she imagined, as she didn't believe herself to be the best swordsman by far! Peter, undoubtedly, would give him a challenge worthwhile.

However, that didn't mean that she planned to give up, she quite intended to make him work for his victory!

She had not battled against John in vain in their nursery. In fact, it was there that she had picked up her skill, even if it was far from what one would call perfection. Thus, when he came upon her, she was quick to parry and move straight in for the riposte.

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