Edit (11/21/2011): Changed the summary.
Edit (12/29/2011): Changed the summary again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan. If I did, I would've fed him to Pedobear anyways—*shot* Okay, well, maybe I own Alice, April and Matt.
*rises from the ashes*
Oh dear God, I'm alive. And I'm back with a new fic. Peter Pan x OC. Sorry to legit shippers out there. If it's any consolation, I do ship Peter x Jane. Sorry, I don't quite like Wendy. ^_^;
Okay, this is supposed to be a sequel for Return to Neverland (Disney's sequel, the one with Jane in it).
The story so far: Wendy and her brothers went to Neverland but all went back home to London. She grew up and had a family of her own. That's where Jane comes in. But Jane also went back to London and had a family of her own. But due to the war, she had to move away. To the States, in fact. When her daughters, Margaret and Moira, grew up to have their own families, Jane returned to the Darling House. And naturally, Peter looks a tad older here. About a year or two, maybe?
The Darling girl here is Margaret's daughter, Alice. Named after the titular character of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, but she's not the same character, of course.
Oh great, now I wanna write a crossover fic of that ship… .
By the way, heads up, this is rated T for teens, and with good reason. Can't tell you about it now though. All I can say is that it has something to do with "REDRUM" and it's not about murder… hopefully.
Anyway, enjoy!
Redrum
Summary: Alice is a teenager with normal teenager problems, except that she's another one of Wendy's descendants who get whisked off by Peter Pan. Will he be able to make her forget about Matt? Peter x OC, present generation. Disney-verse. Expect love triangles.
Chapter 1
Love's Betrayal and Neverland
Young Alice listened to her best friend April through the phone. It had been difficult for her to keep in contact with all her friends in the United States since she went to her grandmother's house in London. The old neighborhood had gone through the Second World War and barely survived.
"Really, Alice, we saw him with our own eyes," April said. "Matt was at the mall with some girl."
"What?" she screamed on the phone. "Was she prettier than me?"
"By normal human standards, no, but she was, uhh…" the other girl struggled to find the word that wouldn't offend her best friend, "… more mature?"
"You mean she had breasts?"
"Not just that. And apart from her body, she had blonde hair." She raised her voice slightly to emphasize the fact. "You know how boys prefer blondes!"
Alice ran a finger through her brown hair and felt disgruntled at the color. "Well, I'm not going to dye my hair for something so stupid," she muttered.
She heard her friend April sigh. "I don't know, Alice. There was something fishy about this guy from the start. I mean, he's two years older than us."
"More experience with playing around with innocent girls…" Alice rolled her eyes. "Well, at least I actually know what's going on there. As soon as I get back to America, I'm breaking up with him."
"Okay, well, I have to go, Alice," April said. "I'll call again tomorrow."
"Won't your mom scold you for all these long-distance phone calls?" Alice joked.
"She knows it's for you, so it's okay." She paused. "Well, bye."
"Bye."
And with that, April hung up. Alice set down the phone on the wooden box beside the window and looked around her. She was in an old nursery. It was probably where the kids from past generations slept. She would have protested to her mother that she wasn't a child anymore, but she had been told the only other bedroom was where her mother and grandmother slept.
With a heavy sigh, the brown-haired girl sank beside the box and began to cry. She remembered her dates with Matt every Friday night, but he just used her and was also seeing other girls—older girls.
She grunted. Who cares about older girls? If anything, they'd probably die before she did, and who would want that?
Alice sighed again. That was a childish way of thinking. She knew very well that boys would prefer girls older than her. After all, she was only thirteen, and all this drama was stressing her out too much. She felt that it was coming… (A/N: This is important. And I'm half-spoiling you guys just by pointing that out.)
The girl sobbed more but soon fell into a deep sleep. She awoke shivering from the cold outside, but instead of closing the window, she went to get an oversized sweater from her clothes pile (she wasn't quite fond of fixing her things).
It was odd—when she had fallen asleep, the street was bustling with people, even though it was already quite dark. But now everything was silent. Perhaps it was really that late. Still, she remembered in the States the streets were busy even until past midnight.
Amid her thoughts, she heard a faint tingling sound. She couldn't have been mistaken. With the silence of the streets, she could hear every noise around her, and there was definitely a tingling noise.
Alice looked out the window, and she heard the twinkling sound again. Then, no faster than the blink of an eye, a boy appeared before her, dangling upside-down from the roof above the windowpane.
He had red-auburn hair and dark eyes, and he seemed to be wearing clothes made of… leaves? No, they were just green clothes, but they were very odd. Alice noticed that the boy had pointy ears, like an elf. He held onto his feathered green cap with one hand to keep it from falling, the other hand hanging onto the pane.
Behind him was a little fairy… or pixie? Well, whatever she was, she had blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes—and, tiny as she was, she also had a curvy, hourglass figure. The pixie made the tingling sound like a bell.
Alice stared that the two, her mouth agape. And then she did what any normal person would do—she screamed. But upon screaming, the boy quickly flew through the window to cover Alice's mouth.
Alice was hallucinating—definitely, that was it. There was a flying boy in the nursery, with a pixie. A flying boy.
"Please don't scream," he pleaded, his hand still covering the girl's mouth.
Her vision spun and she continued staring at him in disbelief, heart pounding in fear and shock.
"If I let go, Jane, will you promise not to scream?" he asked, staring back at her blue eyes.
Alice nodded, and she felt relief when the hand was removed.
"Gee, Jane," he started almost hesitantly, "I didn't think I'd surprise you that much." Though the boy spoke to her, he turned around as though trying not to look at her. "The Lost Boys said they missed you terribly, so I thought I'd pick you up so we could play again." He turned around again and grabbed her by the arm. "C'mon, Jane, let's go to Neverland!"
She yanked her arm from the boy's grasp and grunted. It was an unladylike thing to do, she admitted—it was her worst habit. "I'm not Jane!" she said with her voice raised. "Just who do you think you are? Going here through the window and trying to take me to some weirdo place I've never even heard of?"
"You're not Jane?" he asked.
The boy eyed her curiously, and she felt like slapping him. However, that feeling disappeared when she saw a spit-second of sadness in the boy's eyes.
"Then you must be her daughter! I'm Peter Pan. Surely Jane's told you stories about me and the Lost Boys. After all, she was the first Lost Girl."
"I'm not her daughter either, but I have heard stories of you," Alice said as slowly as possible in an attempt to calm herself. She cleared her throat and extended a hand to Peter. "I'm her granddaughter, Alice. Nice to meet you, Peter Pan."
Peter grabbed her extended hand and motioned for the pixie. "Nice to meet you, Alice. Now c'mon, let's go to Neverla—"
"What? But I—"
"We can talk later," he said. "Tink, dust her up."
The little pixie saluted and flew all over Alice, leaving a trail of odd golden dust—pixie dust, perhaps. Somehow, the dust made her think of her happiest thoughts—being in the States with her friends, hanging out at the mall, eating ice cream… and she began to float!
Peter held her by the hand as they flew out the window. He looked at her and grinned. "That's right, Alice. Just keep on thinking those happy thoughts and we'll get to Neverland in no time!"
Alice looked back at him and nodded. She thought more about her friends at home, about April, about Matt… Matt. The mere thought of the boy sent all her happy thoughts away and sent her falling down through the sky. The pain distracted her, even from screaming as she fell to her doom. Tears formed in her eyes and a lone teardrop fell down her face.
Suddenly, she felt two arms beneath her, carrying her. It was Peter.
"Alice," he said in a scolding tone, "you were supposed to think happy thoughts. What happened?"
"I remember… something." She looked at the full moon and down at the rooftops beneath them, and she realized their position. Again, she let out a scream.
The scream caught Peter off-guard and he nearly dropped her in surprise. "Alice, wha—"
"Not like this, not like this!" she screamed again, struggling to get away from the boy. "No! Peter, don't carry me like that!"
In her struggle, Peter accidentally let go of her and once again, she felt herself falling. Almost immediately, the boy dove downwards and grabbed Alice to drag her to the nearest rooftop. Tinkerbell followed soon after.
"What is it, Alice?" the boy asked in exasperation.
"On your back," she grunted. Peter raised his thick eyebrows at her almost demanding statement. "Carry me on your back."
He cocked his head but complied. The boy crouched down and let Alice hold onto his shoulders from behind. And in the blink of an eye, they were once again soaring in the sky.
Tinkerbell occasionally looked over at two children in approval. Unlike the previous girls he brought to Neverland, this one wouldn't let Peter touch her in affectionate ways.
Soon the wondrous sight of Neverland appeared before Alice's eyes. Peter glanced over his shoulder and saw the brunette smiling for the first time since he saw her.
"Hook's long gone, so we can land safely this time," he told her.
They flew to the Lost Boys' new home, a large treehouse camouflaged by leaves. There the Boys waited for their leader, the girl he carried on his back and the pixie. Upon arrival, Alice was bombarded by little boys dressed in animal costumes, each of them speaking out how much they missed "Jane".
Peter whistled and the Boys lined up before him in a disciplined manner. "Boys, Jane has gone and grown up," he announced.
The news surprised the Boys and nearly everyone voiced a question about Jane.
"What?"
"So this is her daughter?"
"Jane went and got herself a daughter?"
"This is Alice," Peter continued, raising his voice to catch the Lost Boys' attention, "Jane's granddaughter."
Alice opened her mouth to speak, but the Lost Boys once again proceeded to hugging her and asking to play games.
"Alice, will you please be our mother?" one of them, a boy dressed in a rabbit costume, asked.
"Please, Alice," the rest of them chorused, "will you please be our mother?"
The girl looked around at the pleading puppy-dog eyes of the younger boys. She couldn't resist them. Then she turned to the eldest, Peter, who didn't seem to be begging along with the others.
"Will you be our mother, Alice?" he finally asked.
"Uhh…" She raised an eyebrow at his nonchalant manner of asking, but quickly brushed it off. He was only a child, after all—not that she was any different. "Sure."
After her agreement, the Lost Boys cheered and smothered her again. She smiled at them, but at the moment, she didn't think she would be able to handle playing with them. The pain lingered in her heart and though she tried her best not to show it, it seemed that Peter, being the eldest boy, had caught on.
"Alice, is something wrong?" he asked.
She looked at him, taken aback that he had noticed. "I'm just… tired," she lied. "Is there a room here for me?"
The Boys backed away from her as though silently ordered by their leader, and Peter led her to a large room in the treehouse.
"This room is for our mother," he said, "so it's yours now." He pointed a thumb back at the room across. "That's my room. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me."
"Thanks." She smiled at him and cleared her throat. "Uhh… sorry, could I have some time alone in here? I'm really exhausted and—err, well—"
Peter interrupted her with a grin. "I'll come to get you later, okay? The Boys really missed having a mother."
And with those final words, he vanished out of the room. Alice's eyes explored the room as she walked toward the makeshift bed in the corner. It almost reminded her of the nursery in London—Peter and the Boys had probably fashioned it to look like the nursery to make Jane feel at home.
She sat on the bed and let the pain consume her. In a matter of minutes, she was on the bed, hugging her knees and crying into the soft sweater's sleeves.
"It really isn't fair, Matt," she muttered in a shaking, muffled voice. "Was something wrong with me? I'm not that different from other girls…"
From the hallway, Peter heard the muffled sobs of the brunette inside the room. He was headed to his room but decided to check on her.
"Alice?" he murmured, looking almost blindly through the darkness.
"Why did you have to leave me?" she sobbed into her knees.
"Alice, what's wrong?" he asked, approaching the figure on the bed.
The girl's eyes widened and she backed away from the shadowy blob that happened to be Peter Pan. "It's nothing," she quickly said. "I'm fine."
"But you were—"
"Peter, I'm fine." She huddled against the wall and once again wrapped her arms around her knees.
The boy blinked at her but decided not to pry any further. "The Boys have all gone to sleep. But they want to play with you first thing tomorrow, okay?" He didn't wait for the girl to answer as he was already back at the doorstep. "Goodnight, Alice."
"Goodnight, Peter," she murmured. "I'm sorry." When he disappeared into the other room, she continued, "Just tonight, please, let me cry."
I can't tell if I'm losing my touch or if I'm actually improving. I wouldn't know. I haven't written one of these babies since high school.
Anyway, I have no idea how many chapters this will be, but rest assured that I am currently working on Chapter 2. Certain things will be revealed. Have I mentioned this is rated T because of certain themes and symbols that bother teenagers more than they do children? I don't think I have. Well, now I have. ._.
Please R&R, loves!
~ froggy