Peter Pan 2: The Return of Red-Handed Jill
By Auld Lang Syne
Prologue
At the Darlings' Mansion…
"After the Lost Boys were docked off at the Darlings' Manor, Mr. and Mrs. Darling dashed across the corridor hoping to see their beloved children returned, but instead, came upon a startling sight…"
Flashback…
Mr. and Mrs. Darling stood at the doorway, flabbergasted; yet thrilled to see their children, ignoring the fact that their children were dressed in ridiculously barbaric costumes that they would most certainly disapprove of if the circumstances were different.
Not only did Wendy, John, and Michael return, but also they seemed to have invited several boys adorned in outfits similar to what they were wearing now.
Mrs. Darling entered the room first, welcoming her own children in her arms, then the rest of the remaining children. Mr. Darling followed her lead.
"Where did all these children come from?" inquired Mrs. Darling.
"Oh mother, can we please keep them?" asked Wendy, not hearing her mother's question.
"But what about their parents?" questioned Mr. Darling.
"They don't have any!" chirped John.
"Can we keep them, please!" requested Michael.
"Oh George, can we?" pleaded Mrs. Darling, her shining, bright brown eyes tempting Mr. Darling to agree.
"Bu- but… but… the expenses!" exclaimed Mr. Darling.
"Will this do?" asked one of the twins spewing large amounts of jewelry and gold coins from his pockets.
Everybody was mesmerised and astonished at the large amount of expensive objects that the twin had possessed in his small pockets.
"Well, George?" queried Mrs. Darling, defying George to deny her request.
Hesitantly, George agreed and everybody laughed merrily.
"What is all that racket?!" shouted Aunt Millicent as she entered the nursery unexpectedly.
Aunt Millicent had decided then, out of the blue, to adopt Cubby. Whereas, Mr. and Mrs. Darling adopted the rest of the Lost Boys, welcoming them into their home, to care for them as if they were their own biological children.
Staring into the nursery from the outside was a scruffy haired boy of 13. As soon as Wendy looked back at the window, the boy was startled. Wendy advanced towards the window and lifted it open.
"Peter. You won't forget me, will you?" questioned Wendy, her blue eyes staring affectionately at the boy named Peter.
"Me? Forget? Never," replied Peter rather cockily.
"Will you ever come back?" Wendy inquired once again, pleading Peter to say yes.
"To hear stories… About me," responded Peter, smirking.
A beautiful faerie then fluttered around Peter, indicating it was time to depart. Peter glanced at the faerie, then back at Wendy.
"I must go," said Peter.
"Goodbye," said Wendy sadly, tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to fall.
"Bye," said Peter smiling sorrowfully at Wendy.
With a whoosh, Peter dashed into the midnight sky and onto the roof, where Peter parked a ship that once belonged to the now deceased Captain Hook. The ship then left the roof of the Darling mansion towards the midnight sky; pixie dust outlining the ship could be seen sparkling in the night sky.
Right after Peter flew away from the window, he didn't seem to take notice of an acorn that dropped from his costume, however Wendy did and she kept it as something she could remember Peter by.
Flashback ends…
An older Wendy notices that her children are asleep before they heard the ending and tucked her son, Danny, in his bed and lightly kissed his forehead, so as not to waken him. Wendy stood up from the bed slowly and sauntered towards her daughter, Jane, and repeats the same gesture.
Quietly, Wendy leisurely walks out of the nursery and into the corridor.
Unbeknownst to Wendy, a boy that resembled the description of Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up, listened to Wendy's story from outside the window, sitting on a tree branch in the cold winter night.
20 years… Has it really been that long since she last saw him? His disheveled dirty blonde hair and those mischievous blue eyes. Oh, how she longed to see him. Just one more time… but no… Not now… Not now, that she was now all grown up.
Wendy had grown up from a young, pretty, little girl to an older much more beautiful lady. However, she still looks very much the same as she did before. The only difference was that she's taller, mature, and had more curves. On the inside however, she was precisely the same Wendy as before, yearning for an adventure, just one more time, before she is forever lost in the never-ending responsibilities of adulthood.
Wendy walked back into her room and lied down next to her husband, Edward. When Edward tried to snuggle with her, Wendy's eyes widened, overwhelmed by his actions, and stood up stiffly.
"I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," said Wendy abruptly, but with a faux reassuring smile on her face. Edward nodded not suspecting a single thing.
"All right, well hurry back. I'll be waiting," said Edward with a coy smile. Wendy nodded with a smile, but the smile faded as soon as she turned away and headed towards the bathroom.
Wendy hurriedly walked and went through a door across the corridor 3 doors down from her room and briskly shut the door. With her back against the door, she slid down and silently wept as she contemplated her life.
Even though Wendy had two children with Edward, she could not help but feel distant from him. She could never fully give her heart to him and she felt guilty because of it. She could never forget about the boy who stole her heart all those years ago.
30 minutes later…
Wendy stopped sobbing and stood up from the corner of the bathroom and washed her face, erasing all evidence of her weeping.
What's done is done, no use crying over spilled milk, thought Wendy bitterly.
Wendy took a deep breath and regained her normal posture; reluctantly, she grasped and turned the doorknob and strolled towards her room where her sleeping husband lied. Hesitantly, Wendy slipped under the covers, lying as far from her husband as possible on the king-sized bed and fell into a deep slumber.
Author's Note: I haven't seen the Peter Pan movie for so long, so my memories of it are a bit fuzzy; therefore, the details in the flashback aren't really accurate. Sorry, if my grammar sucks, I'm 14 years old soon to be 15 this year, so my grammar may not be as good as adults. Anyway, please review and I might continue the fic. If there is something wrong with my fic, please send a review and tell me what it is and what I can do to improve it, so I may not repeat the same mistake again in the next chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read my fic, really appreciate it! Bye!