Story: The Reunion
Author: Her Guardian Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, or any of its characters.
Summery: Wendy is growing up, but her heart still belongs to Peter Pan. What happens when she mysteriously receives a letter from Hook begging Wendy to come visit Peter?
Prologue
Five years have past since Wendy's adventures in Neverland. Wendy, as did the Lost Boys, left their windows open all the time; they still believed that Peter might one day keep his promise and come for a visit. Wendy was still in the Nursery while all seven of her brothers shared various rooms in the house, Slightly still lived with Aunt Millicent of course, and kept his window open as well. John, Curley, Nibs and Tootles worked at the bank for their father, Mr. Darling, while Slightly, Michael and the twins were still attending school.
Mr. Darling was now the vice president at the bank and although he had the funds, both he and Mrs. Darling felt it best to remain as they had been before Mr. Darling's promotion. It probably helped that the children acted like proper young adults, all the while pleading that they never move to where Peter could not find them. Therefore, the family, despite their social standings, would always remain in their now, slightly too small, but loving home.
John and Wendy were both very well sought after, but their hearts belonged to Princess Tiger Lily and Peter Pan. Even now, Wendy wore her gold chain that had her acorn resting gently against her heart. Slightly, although very handsome, was standoffish when it came to anyone outside of the family and so was left alone. The rest of the Darling boys could care less about such frivolous things as girls and marriage. As it was, Michael and the Lost Boys helped keep the suitors at bay for their three siblings, to the frustration of their parents. Peter never did come back for Wendy as he promised, but then, if he had NEVER returned, there would be no story.
Wendy the Author
(Chapter One)
Wendy sat at her desk in the nursery working on the first part of her story, as she had once told her Aunt Millicent, she was writing the world's greatest story. The first part would be of a young girl who lived a normal, dull life, which was suddenly changed by a flying boy. Pausing at the sound of her family's laughter in the parlor, Wendy walked over her bed, lifting up the squeaky floorboard that hid her most precious possessions. Pulling out some loose papers, she sat down and began to work on her latest song. During the past five years, Wendy had written many songs about love, adventure and loss. Today, for the first time since before Peter, she felt almost happy.
Neverland
She thrived on the stories,
Of the boy who never grew up.
Imagined what it would be like,
To fly threw the night sky.
Late one night,
When adulthood threatened her way of life,
A strange boy dressed in leaves,
Gave her a way to escape her strife.
A wonderful land called Neverland,
Where one never grew old.
Months she spent there,
Not a care in the world.
Everyday with spent with him,
Everyday she fell farther in love.
That was all she got out before her mother knocked on the door, quickly she hid her secrets, rushing to the table pretending to write her book as she calmly called her mother in. Mrs. Darling reminded her of the party she was to attend tonight, and gently guided her daughter to the bathroom. Wendy knew she was to find a husband at these parties, but she couldn't force herself to lie to her suitors. Her heart, and her special kiss, had already been given to another, and no one else would be able to begin to compare to the boy of her dreams. She was unable to hold back the feeling that Peter would one day come for her, and she could have both her love and her life here in London.
As Wendy watched her mother help her prepare for the evenings events, she couldn't help but feel that her mother was hiding something. Every time her mother mentioned Captain James Hook in her stories, or Wendy told her own, her mother got a sad, far away look on her face and seemed to be near tears. There would always be stories that her mother would keep from her, but she couldn't help but wonder how her mother and Captain Hook would fit into one. Wendy also couldn't help but notice that Captain Hook and her father looked an awful lot alike, almost identical if Hook had ever cut his hair and shaved off his facial hair.
Concentrating on the task before her, Wendy put on her simple, yet elegant, dress that looked much like the nightgowns she used to wear, the two main differences were that these were an ivory color with green ivy dancing across it and that her dress didn't have any frills on the sleeves or hem. She put on her matching slippers and her choker that had an emerald gem hanging off it. As her mother kissed her cheek, she headed out into the night determined to let the world know that no one controlled Wendy Moria Angela Darling… except possibly one infamous Peter Pan.