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Peter had taken them out of the window and up into the sky, flying over the building and venturing farther out over other blocks. After a while, Wendy had become used to the height and the wind, and had been able to relax and enjoy the experience. By the time they were done, hours later, she had grown comfortable enough to simply hold onto Peter's hand, their laced fingers the only thing keeping her in the air.
When they returned to the building, climbing back through her window, her hair was knotted and wild around her face. A look at Peter made her laugh, because his was no better, standing straight on end in places. She tried to smooth it down with her hand, but it stubbornly refused to lay flat.
Wendy checked on her brothers, poking her head into their room. Michael had crawled over into John's bed, small though it was, and John had a hand protectively on Michael's shoulder, as if they'd fallen asleep like that. Wendy smiled to herself and closed the door gently.
Peter was still in her room when she returned, sitting cross-legged on her bed. Some part of her knew that it wasn't exactly proper for him to be there, but she dashed over and bounced on the bed facing him, still exhilarated from their flying.
"Tell me a story, Wendy. Like you tell your brothers." Peter's voice was rough from shouting over the wind, demanding like it always was, but Wendy just smiled at him and laughed softly.
"Alright," she said, settling herself comfortably against her pillows, and only somewhat surprised when Peter shifted as well, ending up with his head in her lap as she started her story. It was a tale as exciting as any that she told her brothers, full of adventure and action, but after a bit, she looked down to see Peter's eyes closed, a peaceful look on his face. "Peter?" She kept her voice soft, but he didn't show signs of stirring at his name. She smiled a bit, reaching for a blanket she had close by, and covering him as best as she could. She propped another pillow behind herself so that she wouldn't have to wake him to lay down, and closed her eyes, her hand automatically resting on his wild hair.
"Goodnight, Peter," she whispered.
The two of them slept until the sun rose, even then lost in dreams until something jolted Tegan awake with a gasp.