As always I do not own anything to do with Peter Pan. Please R&R
Chapter One
Samantha Darling sat at her small desk, in the corner of the large bedroom, popping bubble gum in quick succession and flicking through the latest heat magazine.
Samantha was nearly fifteen and she so badly wanted to grow up. Her desk draws were full of Heat magazines and make up.
Beneath the drawer in a secret compartment sat a battered and worn book, a book that Samantha would never part with.
"Sam." A soft, gentle voice call from the door, without turning round Samantha mumbled
"Yes?" She turns over a page in the magazine.
"Your father and I have been thinking." Samantha's mother moves and positions herself right behind her daughter. "We think with your father's holiday coming up, we should be able to move the items from his study and paint and get you some more furniture by this time next week. That is if you no longer want to share with your brothers?"
Samantha silently turns around and looks at the floor,
"Well, when can I move?" Samantha's voice is flat.
"If you're happy to have to sleep in an unfinished room then I guess you could move in tomorrow."
"Yes!" Samantha shouts.
At that moment Chris and Robert decides to burst noisily in to the room, wrapped tightly in their moist hands are wooden swords and placed upon their heads at a very dodgy angle are old worn pirate hats.
"I'm going to get you Captain Hook!" Robert shouts and jumps onto Christopher's bed sending the duvet and sheet into a crumpled mess.
"No you won't Peter Pan!" Christopher shouted back following Robert on to the bed.
"Boys, stop it please." Mrs Darling says with her voice soft and gentle.
The young boys did not notice. Twelve year old Christopher, with his short dark brown hair still continued to jump on the bed after Robert.
Dear Robert who is just seven years old, his mousey brown hair hangs far below his ears and has a slight curl to it.
Samantha slowly stands and walks to the end of the bed and in a clear loud voice shouts
"Robert, Christopher. STOP IT!" Christopher and Robert freeze in place and don't dare move.
"Samantha. Please don't shout at the boys." Mrs Darling says quickly and moves to the edge of Christopher's bed and pulls both her boys into a hug.
"This is why I want my own room. They are so annoying." Samantha shouts as she slumps back down on her chair.
"Darling please be patience for just one more night." Mrs Darling smooth's her son's hair.
"Jennifer where is my cuff links?" A deep voice floats across the landing.
"They should be in the dresser's top draw." Mrs Darling calls back.
"They are not!" The voice shouts back
"Forget it I have another look." Came a mumbled reply.
Then from no-where there came a thudding up the stairs. The boys looked at each other with a smile and shout together.
"Sasha!" Then as if on cue a young black coloured, labra-doodle comes bursting into the room and knocks over the neatly piled alphabet blocks and in one swift jump lands on the bed next to Robert.
"Oh Sasha. . ." Robert cheers as he throws his arms around her neck and places many kisses on her curly fur.
"JENNIFER!" Mr Darling's voice shakes the house.
Within a moment Mr Darling bursts in to the room holding, what should be a white silk shirt in his hand – unfortunately it wasn't.
"I thought I would look at my shirts seeing if I had left my cuff links in the pockets or something, when I came across this?"
Mr Darling thrusts out his hand with the shirt towards Jennifer and the boys.
"Christopher, Robert. What is it? What have you done to my shirt?"
"It's a treasure map daddy." Robert states as he holds tightly onto Sasha's neck.
"Robert what's the treasure?" Mr Darling asks knowing all ready what the treasure was.
"Pieces of gold" Robert replies twisting a piece of Sasha's fur around his fingers, not looking up at his father.
"And where does this treasure map finish?" Mr Darling question, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.
"Over there." Robert quietly says as he points at Samantha's dresser, still avoiding eye contact with his father.
"Oh no! You better not have put it, where I think you put it." Samantha feels the anger rising from the pit of her stomach as she looks at her drawers.
"Samantha what are you talking about? Where do you think they put it?" Jennifer asks as she raises an eyebrow.
"In her hidden draw." Christopher shrugs.
Samantha pulls open her middle draw and places two large make up bags onto her dresser.
Carefully pressing on the left hand side of the bottom of the draw, it lifted up and she manages to pull it out.
True to their word beneath the wood sat two shinning cuff links on a battered and old looking copy of Peter Pan and Wendy.
With a sigh Samantha hands the cuff links to her father.
"Right Christopher, Robert, No TV for both of you for a week." Mr Darling states with anger in his voice.
"Roger! They did not do it out of malice. They are just children." Jennifer's voice was full of shock.
"Father, it was my fault." Samantha says as she returns her items to their rightful place. "I told them the story of Peter Pa….."
"It's all that bloody Peter Pan's fault…" Roger shouted. His dark eyes are full of frustration and admiration. "Samantha you are not to tell them anymore Peter pan stories. EVER!"
With that Roger storms out the room.
"Samantha, Christopher, Robert. Don't worry about your father. He will calm down soon enough." Jennifer smiles as she pulls the boys even closer to her. "Anyway I will buy him a new shirt tomorrow."
"Jennifer the taxi is here" Roger shouts from down stairs.
"Coming Roger" Jennifer stands; her pale green dress complimented her hazel eyes and black hair. "Thank you Samantha for looking after the boys."
"It's okay mother. I'm happy to do this for you." Samantha sighs as she walks with her mother towards the door. "By the way, you look stunning."
"Thank you Samantha. Good night my darlings and I will see you all tomorrow."
And with those parting words Jennifer Darling left.
Her three children didn't move they just sat for a while in silent contemplation.
The only noise in the room was the sound of Sasha snoring on Christopher's bed.
Samantha sighs and then with a large smile on her young face says;
"Who wants a story about our favourite Peter?" Samantha sits herself down on the edge of Robert's bed.
"Me! Me!" The boys shout.
"Okay get comfortable up." Samantha says with a laugh.
The boys push the pillows' up the head board and they all lie along the bed against the headboard.
"So what story do you want?"
"The first ever one you told us!" Robert shouts.
"Really? I always tell you that one." Samantha questions as she smiles at her brothers, who were eagerly waiting the story.
"That's because it's the best." Christopher states.
"Okay. You both ready?" The boys nod, Samantha clears her throats and begins;
"There once was a boy called Peter Pan. He lived in a far of place called Never Land. I may hear you ask where is Never Land and how do I get there? Well it's . . ."
"The second star to the right and straight on till morning" The boys shout with Samantha.
"That's right. It's a place where mermaids, pirates and Indians live. There was one special thing about Never Land if you go there you will never grow up. Take Peter Pan for example, he had been living in Never Land for so many years, he could not count but he did not look a day over fifteen."
Samantha carries on with the story until the boys fell asleep.
Silently she lifts Robert into his bed and tucks him in.
Samantha sighs as she pulls on a white vest top and a pair of old tartan pyjamas. Silently she places herself on the window seat and could not resist staring out of the window over the roof tops of London and the gently glowing starts.
Out of habit she found herself staring at the second star to the right.
"If only Peter Pan, Tinkerbell and everyone else were really real, imagine the adventures we could have."
Samantha yawns and as her eye lids felt heavy and closed, Samantha rested her head on her arms and fell into a dream filled sleep.