A/N: This is my very first fan fiction here. So please be gentle. This
story is based after the movie's ending after a year where Peter leaves the
lost boys with Wendy.
Chapter 1- The Unexpected Awakening.
Wendy Darling lent onto the balcony and stared up into the moonlit sky. The stars were bright, but not as bright as the one star that stood out from them all. The star was Neverland's star. A world of complete fun and adventure.
Wendy sighed and turned to latch the window.
"Wait!!" cried one of the lost boys that Peter Pan gave permission to stay.
"Whatever is the matter?" Wendy asked, rather surprised.
"Peter might come tonight. He'd want to hear you read."
"Oh, I'm not sure." Wendy said pulling the glass window door closed. She latched it locked and returned to her bed.
"Oh, Wendy. Peter would be mighty displeased." Michael said sipping his glass of water.
"Maybe. But I think it'll be cold tonight. Mother said it would snow and-"
"Snow!? Oh, I'd love to feel snow again. It's been so long." Said another lost boy from his bed.
"Well, Wendy...will you read to us?"
"Well...OK, but a quick story tonight." Wendy said picking a book from the shelf beside her.
All the children sat around her. Nana came in with a creak of the door and laid down next to a scruffy haired lost boy.
"Ehem...There was once a little boy, who loved to go into cupboards..."
(1 hour later)
"...and they all lived happily ever after." Wendy looked around at all the children lying on pillows and one on Nana sleeping soundly.
"Hmmm...well I knew you all couldn't stay up." Wendy uncovered herself and picked up one by one a lost boy and little brother and put them all were they needed to be. Michael was too big for Wendy to pick up so she gently shook him and he dragged himself to bed. When Wendy looked around to see if everything was right as shadow from the corner of her eye spooked her.
"Who's there?" she said quietly looking around her brown locks flying side to side as she turned her head. Wendy thought nothing of it and climbed into her own bed again.
The night grew colder and Wendy shook. She didn't stir when a creaking sound from the window was made and a boy clambered in. His blonde curly hair all wet and dotted from white snow fall. His piercing blue eyes looked around the room. A smile crossed his face when they landed onto Wendy, sleeping silently. The boy crept over to her. He glanced now and then at Nana and the boys to see if they didn't stir as he tiptoed. He bent low to Wendy's face. His breath was warm against her delicate skin. She stirred and the boy straightened up at this.
"Hmmm...." Wendy mumbled her eyes slowly opening.
"Wendy?" the boy whispered.
Wendy sat bolt upright at the familiar voice.
"Peter?" her eyes widened as she saw him.
"Peter!" she wrapped her arms around him.
"Shhhh!!! Wendy...be quiet." He warned her as he too put his arms around her. It felt good to feel her body pressed against his as she had done when she had kissed him on the Ship.
"I've missed you so much!" Wendy said as tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Why are you crying? Don't cry Wendy." Peter soothed as he rubbed the back of his hand on her wet cheeks.
"I'm just happy Peter. Don't worry." She gave him a smile.
"Well, that's good then." He returned the smile.
Wendy leaned back into her pillow. She had a confused yet happy look on her face.
"What?"
"Oh, I just don't understand...why did you come back?"
Peter stared at her for a while. He didn't want to say that he came back for her or the lost boys. He knew she'd go off her noggin.
"Oh, just wanted to see you that's all. Oh! And the lost boys of course." He mentioned over to them.
Wendy smiled.
"But, where's TinkerBell?" she asked confused at the fact she wasn't getting beat up.
"TinkerBell? What's a TinkerBell?"
"Your-"Wendy then remembered that Peter wasn't good with remembering things.
But to save her the trouble of explaining a tiny tap was heard at the closed window. There stood a little figure of a pixie, shivering in the snow.
"Tink!" Peter called. He got up off the bed and was about to go over to the window to let her in but instead turned to face Wendy again.
"I better hover, the tiptoeing was really annoying." He began to float up to the ceiling but stopped mid way and proceeded to the window and pulled it open. TinkerBell flew in and went straight to a nearby candle to warm up.
"Why did you close this door anyway Wendy?" Peter said turning in the air and flew over to her bed and floated above her, staring down.
"How did you get in?" Wendy asked looking up at him.
"Well...I can't tell you that. It'll give it away." He smiled and winked at her. Wendy blushed.
"I kept it shut because I thought you'd never return." Wendy looked down at her hands ashamed.
"Well, you know I'll always come back. Even when you're..." Peter took his hand and lifted her chin.
"All grown up." He finished.
"Peter I have to grow. I need to....it's the fact of life."
Peter furrowed his brow in annoyance.
"Why waste such beauty? Youthfulness is the fact of life." He stared into her brown eyes.
"But Peter...you think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful in fact." Peter was turning braver by the minute. Like he'd had forgotten that he wasn't supposed to express his feelings towards her.
Wendy blushed a deeper red.
"Oh, why...thank you Peter Pan."
They stared into each others eyes. Until Wendy broke the silence.
"But that's not why you came is it? Not to tell me that I'm beautiful which I'm very flattered...but I sense there's something else on your mind."
Peter stared at her. Scared.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 1- The Unexpected Awakening.
Wendy Darling lent onto the balcony and stared up into the moonlit sky. The stars were bright, but not as bright as the one star that stood out from them all. The star was Neverland's star. A world of complete fun and adventure.
Wendy sighed and turned to latch the window.
"Wait!!" cried one of the lost boys that Peter Pan gave permission to stay.
"Whatever is the matter?" Wendy asked, rather surprised.
"Peter might come tonight. He'd want to hear you read."
"Oh, I'm not sure." Wendy said pulling the glass window door closed. She latched it locked and returned to her bed.
"Oh, Wendy. Peter would be mighty displeased." Michael said sipping his glass of water.
"Maybe. But I think it'll be cold tonight. Mother said it would snow and-"
"Snow!? Oh, I'd love to feel snow again. It's been so long." Said another lost boy from his bed.
"Well, Wendy...will you read to us?"
"Well...OK, but a quick story tonight." Wendy said picking a book from the shelf beside her.
All the children sat around her. Nana came in with a creak of the door and laid down next to a scruffy haired lost boy.
"Ehem...There was once a little boy, who loved to go into cupboards..."
(1 hour later)
"...and they all lived happily ever after." Wendy looked around at all the children lying on pillows and one on Nana sleeping soundly.
"Hmmm...well I knew you all couldn't stay up." Wendy uncovered herself and picked up one by one a lost boy and little brother and put them all were they needed to be. Michael was too big for Wendy to pick up so she gently shook him and he dragged himself to bed. When Wendy looked around to see if everything was right as shadow from the corner of her eye spooked her.
"Who's there?" she said quietly looking around her brown locks flying side to side as she turned her head. Wendy thought nothing of it and climbed into her own bed again.
The night grew colder and Wendy shook. She didn't stir when a creaking sound from the window was made and a boy clambered in. His blonde curly hair all wet and dotted from white snow fall. His piercing blue eyes looked around the room. A smile crossed his face when they landed onto Wendy, sleeping silently. The boy crept over to her. He glanced now and then at Nana and the boys to see if they didn't stir as he tiptoed. He bent low to Wendy's face. His breath was warm against her delicate skin. She stirred and the boy straightened up at this.
"Hmmm...." Wendy mumbled her eyes slowly opening.
"Wendy?" the boy whispered.
Wendy sat bolt upright at the familiar voice.
"Peter?" her eyes widened as she saw him.
"Peter!" she wrapped her arms around him.
"Shhhh!!! Wendy...be quiet." He warned her as he too put his arms around her. It felt good to feel her body pressed against his as she had done when she had kissed him on the Ship.
"I've missed you so much!" Wendy said as tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Why are you crying? Don't cry Wendy." Peter soothed as he rubbed the back of his hand on her wet cheeks.
"I'm just happy Peter. Don't worry." She gave him a smile.
"Well, that's good then." He returned the smile.
Wendy leaned back into her pillow. She had a confused yet happy look on her face.
"What?"
"Oh, I just don't understand...why did you come back?"
Peter stared at her for a while. He didn't want to say that he came back for her or the lost boys. He knew she'd go off her noggin.
"Oh, just wanted to see you that's all. Oh! And the lost boys of course." He mentioned over to them.
Wendy smiled.
"But, where's TinkerBell?" she asked confused at the fact she wasn't getting beat up.
"TinkerBell? What's a TinkerBell?"
"Your-"Wendy then remembered that Peter wasn't good with remembering things.
But to save her the trouble of explaining a tiny tap was heard at the closed window. There stood a little figure of a pixie, shivering in the snow.
"Tink!" Peter called. He got up off the bed and was about to go over to the window to let her in but instead turned to face Wendy again.
"I better hover, the tiptoeing was really annoying." He began to float up to the ceiling but stopped mid way and proceeded to the window and pulled it open. TinkerBell flew in and went straight to a nearby candle to warm up.
"Why did you close this door anyway Wendy?" Peter said turning in the air and flew over to her bed and floated above her, staring down.
"How did you get in?" Wendy asked looking up at him.
"Well...I can't tell you that. It'll give it away." He smiled and winked at her. Wendy blushed.
"I kept it shut because I thought you'd never return." Wendy looked down at her hands ashamed.
"Well, you know I'll always come back. Even when you're..." Peter took his hand and lifted her chin.
"All grown up." He finished.
"Peter I have to grow. I need to....it's the fact of life."
Peter furrowed his brow in annoyance.
"Why waste such beauty? Youthfulness is the fact of life." He stared into her brown eyes.
"But Peter...you think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful in fact." Peter was turning braver by the minute. Like he'd had forgotten that he wasn't supposed to express his feelings towards her.
Wendy blushed a deeper red.
"Oh, why...thank you Peter Pan."
They stared into each others eyes. Until Wendy broke the silence.
"But that's not why you came is it? Not to tell me that I'm beautiful which I'm very flattered...but I sense there's something else on your mind."
Peter stared at her. Scared.
To Be Continued...