A/N: Some of it follows the actual film but other parts are from my own twisted imagination, so anything you recognise - I don't own. Have fun reading and I hope you enjoyed every minute ;)
Stars littered the endlessly blue sky which the Boy Who Never Grew Up soared under, weaving in and out of tall houses in West London. This was the posh part, he had found when observing the city during the last few months. There was a particular house he always stopped outside of course, as was natural. He spent his nights outside the open window, listening to the wonderful tales of the girl who lived there. It was three storeys high and housed, from what he could gather, a man, a woman and three children. The father would often sit by the fire with a tumbler of Malt Whiskey clasped in his hand, staring into the flames with a melancholy expression. The mother spent most of her time around the piano, her delicate fingers floating up and down the keys, a smile on her face. As for the children, they were more interested in dressing up and playing pirates. He heard the girl's voice and grinned.
"Cinderella flew through the air, far from all things ugly and ordinary. When she landed at the wall, she found herself most impertinently surrounded by pirates. There was Alf Mason, so ugly his mother sold him for a bottle of Muscat, Bill Jukes, every inch of him tattooed," Wendy widened her eyes for effect.
Peter zoomed closer, concealed around the edge of the window, careful not to be seen.
"And, cruellest of them all...Hook!" She curled her forefinger and held it up to the boys who scuttled back on the floor nervously, in awe of her story which she had told countless times, "Eyes blue as Forget-Me-Nots, save when he clawed," She swiped her hand down through the air, "your belly with the iron hook he has instead of a right hand, at which time his eyes...turn...red." She finished, now leaning over the pair. Nana the dog whined.
"Girly! Said Hook," John stood, picking up a sword and pointing it at his older sister, "We have come for ye glass slippers." He walked towards her, the end of the sword just under her chin. Wendy held an amused but defiant look in her eyes.
"Who are you to order me about, and call me girly?" Wendy said, her mock anger bursting out. She brought up a sword of her own and brushed John's to the side, watching playfully as he stepped forward to spear her. Wendy once again deflected his blow and they battled enthusiastically. Michael stood to the side in his bear costume, accompanied by Nana who was barking, and shouted encouragement at both sides, jumping up and down in glee.
"Come on up!" John yelled.
Wendy replied loudly, "He came at her-" as John decided to charge at Wendy. She ducked just in time and he ended up stabbing the bookshelf, novels toppling down on top of her back. Peter watched from outside but turned his attention to Tink for a second, who had flown down by him. Nana saw this and barked at her as Peter raised his eyebrows in a taunting gesture. Tink soared away and the children all rushed to the window.
They pushed the window up and peered out into the darkness but there was nothing there but snow covered trees. They looked up too but there was only the night's sky. The three sighed in defeat and walked back inside.
They jumped simultaneously as a large and annoying cuckoo clock, none of the children had ever liked, burst out on them, signalling 8 o'clock. They heard the door open below and slumped slightly. None of them particularly treasured their Aunt Millicent's visits. The three rushed to the bathroom, only to be beaten by Nana. Michael jumped on her back and charged the bathroom door.
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The children gathered downstairs, once washed and in their bathrobes. They didn't necessarily like their Aunt, but they sure loved the songs they used to sing as a family.
Mrs Darling finished the end of her song and Mr Darling rushed over to the children who were running around Aunt Millicent, "Yes alright, alright! Less noise, let's settle down."
"Wendy's turn." John cried out, jumping onto the sofa. "You must tell a story!" Michael added. So Wendy jumped into the centre of the room, hands clasped in front of her and a huge smile on her beautiful face.
"Cecco, who carved his name on the Governor at Goa!" John said, prompting a story from her. "Noodler, with his hands on backwards!" Michael added, using his hands to make his point clear.
"Heavens!" Aunt Millicent nearly shrieked.
Michael saw and turned to her, "Hook!" he yelled.
"Hook?" She asked.
"Hook!" John said, curling his forefinger like Wendy and crawling over to her, "Who's eyes turn red as he guts you." John drew his finger across the soft belly of Michael's bear.
"Upon my soul, how children are educated nowadays!" Aunt told the parents, trying to laugh but failing.
"I'm afraid I'm not learned at all, Aunt," Wendy exclaimed. "But I do know a thing or two about pirates! My unfulfilled ambition is to write a great novel in three parts about my adventures!"
"What adventures?" Aunt Millicent asked, her expression almost horrified.
"I have yet to have them...but they will be perfectly thrilling!"
"Child," Her Aunt cut across, "Novelists are not highly thought of in good society. And there is nothing so difficult to marry as a novelist."
"Marry?" Wendy and Mr. Darling echoed.
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That evening had been one of the worst visits from their Aunt ever. But as Wendy lay in her bed she tried to forget about what she had heard. Apparently she was to spend less time with her brothers, and have her own room, which Wendy thought was beyond ridiculous. That night of all nights was one she wanted to escape the most from.
Wendy turned her head slightly as she felt something ghost over her lips. Her eyes opened slowly and was met with the sight of a floating boy above her bed. She gasped and he flew back in surprise. Nana came out of her bed barking and their attention snapped to her. She chased Peter out of the window but before he could get away her mouth clamped down on the feet of his shadow. Wendy fell out of her bed watching the pair. Peter was pulled back but as soon as he hit the wall the window collapsed, cutting him from his shadow. Wendy ran over to the window but saw nothing outside, just some frost covered trees and rooftops.
That evening she had met a beautiful boy by the name of Peter Pan. She had ended up sewing his shadow back on and in return he sprinkled them with golden fairy dust and taught them how to fly and then suddenly things started to look up for the trio. John crashed into the doll's house but there were bound to be mistakes made somewhere. But whenever the children fell to the ground Peter would always grab Tinkerbell and shake her above their head, letting them float up into the air again. Nana became so startled by the flying shapes in the bedroom window that she broke through her chain and ran up to the door, barking.
"Come away. Come away to Neverland." Peter whispered, standing on the window frame.
"Oh," Wendy looked slightly dismayed, "What about Mother?" She asked, and the three slowly sunk lower.
"Father?" John asked.
"Nana?" Michael asked. There was a soft thud as they hit the ground.
"There are mermaids." Peter said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Mermaids?" Wendy cried, her face alight. She started to float again.
"Indians." Peter added in the same tone.
"Indians?" Michael rose into the air again.
"Pirates!" Peter nearly growled in excitement.
"Pirates?" The three cried, soaring into the air again.
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A scrawny parrot with a wooden leg crawled across the deck of the Jolly Roger. All the crew were frozen over with ice from the ever decreasing temperature. Pan had been gone too long this time. The parrot stumbled over to Smee, the first mate, and squawked loudly in his ear. Smee shrieked. He brought out two pistols to fire at it but none of the bullets hit it. He sighed and walked over to the edge of the deck, staring out into the vast nothingness of the never ending ice.
But suddenly it cracked into huge segments, rippling the entire ice block. Then the sun shone down from in between the cold, grey clouds. Smee ran back inside, a smile on his face.
He pushed open the Captain's door slowly, spotting him lying face down on his desk.
"Captain?" Smee asked tentatively.
"Captain," Smee walked forward, "As I was sitting wide eyed on my watch, I notice it was winter time on the water but spring time on the shore. I says to meself, that's early for spring to be a stir - spring's not due 'till three pm! Check the time yourself, Captain, and-" He placed his pocket watch on the desk but as soon as it touched the wood it was smashed repeatedly by a large metal hook.
Captain Hook raised his head to glare at Smee from under his dark, wild locks.
"I was dreaming, Smee." He snarled. "Of Pan."
"Of Pan, Captain?" Smee asked quietly.
"And in my dream," Hook continued, "And in my dream, I was a magnanimous fellow...full of forgiveness." He brought a wine goblet to his lips, setting his right stump on the table, the arm cut off just under the wrist. Smee eyed it warily.
"I thanked Pan for cutting off my hand, and for giving me this fine hook," He took the leather holster and slung it onto his shoulder as Smee came over to help. "For disembowelling, and ripping out throats." He finished, Smee pulling his hair away from his neck.
"And other such homely uses," He added, "As combing my...hair." He grimaced as he tightened the lever, securing the hook on his hand.
"So Pan did you a favour, Captain?" Smee asked brightly.
"A favour?" Hook asked, a thoroughly unimpressed look on his face, "He threw my hand to a crocodile," He said, walking forward. Smee took a step back.
"Beast liked it so much it's followed me ever since, licking it's lips for the rest of me." He clicked the Hook into place.
"You call that a favour?!" Hook roared, towering over the smaller man who had turned silent.
"N-no, no...no." Smee stuttered, as Hook brought up his hook and pushed Smee's glasses further up his nose.
"Thank you." Smee said uncertainly.
"Thank Lucifer the beast swallowed a clock." Hook hissed. "If it wasn't for the ticking it would have had me by now. Why did you wake me Smee?"
"I said Captain, the ice is melting, the sun is out and the flowers are all in bloom-"
Hook spun around, "He's back!"
A/N: Tell me what you think!