A/N: This is ultimately something to help wipe off the dust on my writing skills, before going back to finishing my fic Together: Puzzle Pieces. With that said, I would like to point out that this is actually a blend of the various versions of Peter Pan that I know of, combined with my own little twang.
The following are random scenes from would be chapters of an otherwise unwritten story.
Though in chronological order, scenes don't necessarily happen directly after another. Unseen events could have happened in between each break. Think of it as reading a collection of excerpts.
He listens to the Lost Boys distant laughter. They had been playing some sort of game when he left them. It looked really fun too, but…Peter sighs, plopping himself down by the riverside. He cups his hands into a crude bowl, dips them in the cool, moving water; and drinks whatever doesn't spill through the cracks. He does this a few more times, just in case. He then stands, carelessly wiping his hands dry on his pants as he rose.
The boys' playful laughter grows louder. Peter turns to look at the bushes and trees behind him. They hadn't followed him, like the usually did…That game must be really fun. He wishes he could play too—
A slopping splash fills his pointed ears. So they had followed him!
"You guys can't come," he cheerfully says to the sound, a smirk on his face as he turns around to face them and the river again. However, it wasn't the Lost Boys walking across the stream. "Oh. Hey, Tiger Lily."
The little native girl smiles at him, standing in the shallow end on the other side of the river. He watches her in mild fascination as she hikes up her pelt skirt, higher and higher, as she crosses over. There was a short moment where the reddish brown skin of her thigh is revealed, and Peter ponders what exactly made girls so different than him. He heard somewhere, a long time ago, that they had "different equipment down there". But he never really bothered to learn exactly what that meant.
"What ya doin' all the way out here?" he asks, helping her out the river. She's barefoot, he notices, when she lets her skirt fall back over her knees.
Instead of speaking, she points to the little bag of pixie dust he had tied to his waist.
She knew of his job. He's a recruiter. Once every few weeks he would disappear from Neverland, and return some time later. More often than not, with a child.
She wanted to go with him.
"I dunno if that's such a good idea," he says, rubbing his chin in thought.
She glares at him.
"A lot of stuff happens while I'm over there," Peter continues. "And, um…"
Her plump lips somehow form a thin line.
"Well…Okay!" Peter finally relents, with a shrug of his shoulders and a half smile. "Make sure ya drink some water first."
His first stop in the human world is usually the Darling's residence. Something he hadn't done this time around because Tiger Lily is with him.
He would just peek inside their windows, and glance over their sleeping bodies. It never failed to surprise Peter just how much they had aged between visits. He never wandered inside, except on a somewhat recent visit. The house was empty for some reason. Wendy's dairy was out on a desk. She written poems, and drawn little doodles of flowers. Rather boring stuff, Peter had thought. But she also wrote down some of the dreams she had, one of them being of Peter Pan himself. Peter had flipped to a more recent entry, where she had written about a passionate moment that occurred while she was away at university. Peter didn't really understand how kissing could ablaze her body and soul. It also sounded rather painful, to say the least. He then grew bored of her written musings, and went on about his job.
A job he isn't excelling at, this time around.
It's been about a week or so, he thought while perching on a tree branch. He scratches behind his left ear before going back to rubbing his chin. The peach fuzz is starting to grow back. He didn't like when recruiting took so long. The rapid changes his body undergoes when crossing over to the human world always irked him. If he had to guess, he'd say his body had matured to the mid teen years. He glances over at Tiger Lily, who's sitting next to him. She's focusing on the children below them, playing in the park. She seems to have matured to an older state of teen years. The time it takes a recruiter's body to age once they cross over varies, Peter knew. One of them, the poor john, would mature to a twenty year old in only an hour.
Her body had change so much, but it's a pleasant change though. He finds himself just looking at her, mind blank of any thoughts. He could compare her beauty to a painting he never wanted to stop staring at…but he found art rather boring. Tiger Lily isn't boring. Beside, thinking of how pretty she is feels kind of weird too.
Peter glance down at two boys kicking a black and white ball to each other. They look about nine or ten in age. They're laughing, and talking about something. They're happy. They aren't what Peter is looking for.
Neverland, no matter how great it is, isn't meant for the happy kids. Happy kids don't stay in Neverland. Eventually, they'll want to go home to their mommies and daddies. No, it's the sad and deserted that Peter's looking for. They're the ones that can appreciate Neverland. They're the ones that need Neverland.
They wouldn't dream of leaving.
He hadn't been successful in finding a kid to meet the standards yet. He's partly happy about this. At least happiness is still possible in this world for children. However, Peter hated going back empty handed. The Cap'n always loved to give those that did extra work. The last thing Peter wanted was to spend more time outside of Neverland. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad though if he broke the rules more often, and brought Tiger Lily along.