Among Fairy Tales

Not a lot of people write Peter Pan fanfics, but I'm currently obsessed with them just like I was when I first saw the 2003 movie a couple years ago. They've been giving it over and over on FX and let's just say imagination was sparked! I might change the title later on…I'm not completely happy with it.

So here goes nothing!

Oh yes, I almost forgot. This story revolves around the movie; not very much the book.

Summary: Three years have passed since Wendy, John, and Michael had their adventures in Neverland. Wendy is having her coming out party and she couldn't be happier.

That is, until she finds an oh-so-familiar acorn among the things that she had forgotten about. And to make matters worse, she meets an interesting young man with piercing green eyes…

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan. :[ If I did, I would've made it so that Wendy stayed with him!

Chapter 1:

Miss Wendy Moira Angela Darling.

Wendy sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair, while Aunt Millicent chatted with her mother about her becoming such a well-mannered young lady. Wendy rolled her eyes and looked at her reflection. Yes, she had become well-mannered. But right now, she couldn't think of any reason why she shouldn't have. Her life had never been better. Her nursery years had been lovely, but nothing compared to the knowledge that hundreds of people were waiting for you. They were getting ready for YOUR party, and all eyes would be on you. Wendy smiled at her reflection and turned to her mother. "Why mother! Haven't I always been well-mannered?" she joked. Aunt Millicent didn't take the joke and scoffed. "You, my dear, were as well-mannered as a twelve year old boy! How disgraceful was it that a thirteen year old young lady was running around playing pirates with a bunch of boys!" Wendy's eyes narrowed but she knew she was not to argue. "Dear Wendy, you were but a child then. You were my little Wendy Darling. But now! Now you are Miss Wendy Moira Angela Darling---all grown up." Mrs. Darling hugged her daughter and kissed her forehead.

"Yes, all grown up. I suggest you keep your eye out for some interesting young bachelors tonight, Wendy. This party signifies you're ready for marriage. Make a right decision, because it will affect the rest of your life. Now, finish getting ready. Come, Mary. Let's make sure everything is in order." Millicent said as she walked out the door. "Oh, Millicent. Why do you scare her so? Darling, you know that this isn't to pressure you to go and get married! No! This is just to show society that you've grown up! I love you, Wendy. We all do." Mrs. Darling hugged her daughter once again and followed Millicent out the door, closing it on her way out.

Wendy laughed at her Aunt Millicent's "advice." She wasn't ready to get married but she knew that when she would be, that there would be many eligible young men wanting to court her. After all, she was a very beautiful young lady. She stood up to get her corset and gown. She hardly needed a corset for her waist was very small. Yet, Aunt Millicent insisted that she wear one. She had filled out in all the right places and her corset pushed her breasts upward, creating the perfect cleavage. After lacing her corset, she put on her gown and finished just as someone knocked on her door.

"Who is it?" she asked, not looking away from the mirror.

"It's John. Are you decent?" a voice answered from the other side of the door.

"Yes, come in."

Wendy's younger brother John opened the door and sat on her bed. "Wendy, you look stunning. No one will be able to keep their eyes off you!" he smiled. "Thank you, John. I do believe that's the point!" Wendy laughed. "Yes, it is. Well, Mother was cleaning out the nursery earlier today. You know how she gets when she's nervous, cleaning everything she sees. She found this box, and I think it's yours." John put the box on the bed. "Oh, and this is the key. You said you were going to throw it away, but I kept it in case you ever wanted to see your dreams again." He put the key on her dresser and walked out without waiting for Wendy to answer.

Wendy gasped once she recognized the box. It was the box where she decided to lock her childhood dreams. The box was still locked, so she took the key and hurriedly opened the lock. She opened it and found a bunch of papers, filled with her writing. She recognized it as some of the stories she had written. When she picked the papers up, a small chain fell out onto the floor. She looked down and saw that it was a necklace with an acorn attached. A small tear escaped her eye when she remembered where that acorn came from. "Peter's kiss." She whispered. She gasped once again. She couldn't believe that she had forgotten her beloved Peter Pan! She put on the acorn necklace, regardless of it not being the type of jewelry she should have been wearing on that occasion. Everything that she had forgotten came rushing back to her. The wonderful adventures, the freedom of childhood, the kiss on the Jolly Roger, everything! And she hated herself for letting go so easily. She held back her tears and looked once more in the mirror.

She no longer saw beauty and perfection. She remembered who she really was and saw an empty shell that would never be filled. She knew that she'd never truly love anyone as much as she loved Peter. He had her hidden kiss. And he always would. She straightened up and fixed her hair. She walked out of her room mechanically, and looked straight ahead expressionless as she went down the stairs. "Wendy! You look beautiful!" everyone was waiting for her, and they all expressed their surprise and glee. She tried to smile, but John saw that it was all a mask. He knew that she found Peter's kiss, and he saw it hanging around her neck. He hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I was hoping you wouldn't open it until tomorrow. But I needed to remind you of who you really are. I'm sorry, Wendy. I didn't recognize you these days." Wendy didn't answer, but hugged him as hard as she could. When she pulled away, she smiled sadly but gratefully. "Thank you." She said softly.

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