(Author's note: I do not own Peter Pan or any of that jazz, it all belongs
to Universal and stufferz. I am also very rusty, for I haven't written a
fic in a very long time. This takes place a few years after Wendy returns
from Neverland. (this is based around the 2003 movie Peter Pan)
Never
"Mary, we're going to be late." Mr. Darling complained as he shuffled about in search for his missing top hat. Mrs. Darling sighed to herself and turned to Wendy. The girl sat gracefully in a delicate navy blue evening gown with white fur trim. Winter had just begun, so she wore a thick coat and her hair tied back tightly in a bun with a fur hat atop it. "Wendy..." Mrs. Darling whispered, "...do you mind checking to see if the boys have it?" The girl smiled and rose from her spot, "I'll be glad to." Wendy turned away and climbed the stairs, her well-manicured hands brushing the red oak railing.
"John, have you seen father's good hat?" Wendy impatiently called down the hall. At first there wasn't an answer, only loud shouts and stomping coming from the room. Eventually, Slightly's war-painted face popped out from the boys' room, the missing top hat sitting marvelously atop his shaggy head. "I'm terribly sorry Wendy, we were playing." Wendy shook her head as she reached to snatch the hat off. "Aren't you boys a bit old to be playing?"
Slightly smiled and stood his full height, towering a good few inches above Wendy while showing off his indian vest over a crisp collared shirt. "Too old? Me? Never." Wendy smiled, receiving a sudden flashback. "Enough foolishness, may I please have the hat? Father is going ballistic."
With a quick bow, the hat tumbled off his head and into Wendy's eager hands. "Might I add that you look lovely today sister?"
Wendy stuck her tongue out, "I'm supposed to be, since I'm practically going to be sold off at an auction tonight." Slightly's smile faded, "It wont be that bad. There will be plenty of rich, arrogant men there secretly drooling over you, no matter how high their heads are." Wendy smiled as she gave him a hug. She had grown close to Slightly and was always able to depend on him as a brother, as well as a dear friend. With a quick goodbye, the girl walked graciously down the stairs with a triumphant smile on her face.
"I found it father."
Never
"Mary, we're going to be late." Mr. Darling complained as he shuffled about in search for his missing top hat. Mrs. Darling sighed to herself and turned to Wendy. The girl sat gracefully in a delicate navy blue evening gown with white fur trim. Winter had just begun, so she wore a thick coat and her hair tied back tightly in a bun with a fur hat atop it. "Wendy..." Mrs. Darling whispered, "...do you mind checking to see if the boys have it?" The girl smiled and rose from her spot, "I'll be glad to." Wendy turned away and climbed the stairs, her well-manicured hands brushing the red oak railing.
"John, have you seen father's good hat?" Wendy impatiently called down the hall. At first there wasn't an answer, only loud shouts and stomping coming from the room. Eventually, Slightly's war-painted face popped out from the boys' room, the missing top hat sitting marvelously atop his shaggy head. "I'm terribly sorry Wendy, we were playing." Wendy shook her head as she reached to snatch the hat off. "Aren't you boys a bit old to be playing?"
Slightly smiled and stood his full height, towering a good few inches above Wendy while showing off his indian vest over a crisp collared shirt. "Too old? Me? Never." Wendy smiled, receiving a sudden flashback. "Enough foolishness, may I please have the hat? Father is going ballistic."
With a quick bow, the hat tumbled off his head and into Wendy's eager hands. "Might I add that you look lovely today sister?"
Wendy stuck her tongue out, "I'm supposed to be, since I'm practically going to be sold off at an auction tonight." Slightly's smile faded, "It wont be that bad. There will be plenty of rich, arrogant men there secretly drooling over you, no matter how high their heads are." Wendy smiled as she gave him a hug. She had grown close to Slightly and was always able to depend on him as a brother, as well as a dear friend. With a quick goodbye, the girl walked graciously down the stairs with a triumphant smile on her face.
"I found it father."