Mystery in London
I do not own Peter Pan or any related characters
A Peter/Wendy fic that takes place in London, Peter is in London as he has been banished from Neverland as a result of Wendy's kiss which is making him grow up. It also involves a little mystery as one of the lost boys gets framed for a crime they didn't commit, and Peter relucantly helps Wendy to clear his name, and discover that while London may not be Neverland, maybe its not as bad as he thinks it is. Reviews welcome
Note: Not abandoning my other stories, I just got this one in my head right now, and I'm probably gonna revise my other ones which I'm writing since I'm not really happy with how they are turning out thus far.
Chapter 1
He was suppose to be the boy who never grew up, the eternal child, where did it all go wrong, well it happened because of a girl named Wendy, Wendy Moria Angela Darling. It was because of her that he got banished from his precious Neverland, not forever, he hoped it wasn't forever, but the fairy council told him that his uncontrollable emotions were causing much unrest on the island. He was told he had to decide once and for all where he really wanted to be and after the time he was having in London all he wanted to be was back home.
"Hey Peter its your turn lad" a follow boy wearing a wool cap and rags told him, Peter looked at the boy then stretched his head side to side.
"You want any weapons" the boy asked him, pointing to a collection of brawling weapons including chains, switchblades and brass knuckles
"No thanks" Peter said as he stepped out to walk into the underground arena where a bunch of people, many of them boys but some of them also men were all shouting and making bets
Another boy who happened to be bigger and much more meaner then him looked right at him and smiled
"I'm going to have fun with you punk" the boy said as he twirled two chains and wrapped them around his fists
"You are so going to get it"
"I've heard that before" Peter said cracking a smile
The boy charged at him taking two swings both which Peter managed to dodge with ease, as he went in for yet another punch, Peter responded by kicking him right in the stomach. The boy tried backhanding Peter, but Peter ducked under his fists and then did an uppercut right into the boys face which sent him flying backwards.
"Had enough?" Peter asked
"Not even close" the boy screamed getting up again trying to take two more swings at Peter who this time dodged him by doing two backwards cartwheels, though this resulted in Peter being backed up against the wall, the boy smiled thinking he had Peter cornered, when he tried to strike Peter did flipped right over him, before he could turn around Peter had started kicking and punching him till he was finally down for the count.
"The winner is Peter Pan" said the boy in the wool cap who had been bought Peter out to the rig in the first place
All the boys cheered and Peter couldn't help be crack a little smile, it reminded him of the old days when the Lost Boys use to cheer him on and while fighting in an underground arena wasn't much, it was the closet thing he could get to the old days of fighting pirates and Indians.
Wendy sat in her room staring out the window, she so wanted Peter to come back and visit but he had never come she started to fear that maybe Peter had really forgotten about her. If only he had come back with her, if only had just given growing up a chance, maybe she tried to push him just a little to hard, but when she kissed him she knew that he was capable of everything that both Hook and even herself had thought him incapable of.
She had hoped that maybe if he came back that those feelings would get stronger, that maybe he would one day tell everyone that he was staying, how all the boys would love for Peter to stay, how she would love him to stay to show him there was nothing wrong with growing up.
"Wendy time for bed" Mary told her walking into her now private room "You have school in the mourning"
"Yes mother I know" Wendy responded
Mary looked up at the opened window, "still waiting for that boy?" she asked
Wendy nodded "I keep hoping he might come back, but I fear he has forgotten me" Wendy said sadly
"As much as you want to save everyone Wendy" Mary told her "you can not save someone who isn't willing to save themselves"
"But mother" Wendy said
"I know Wendy, I can see how you feel about him, first love is never easy, but eventually you will move on, just like everyone else"
Wendy nodded solemnly at her mother, Mary gave her a reassuring smile "come now dear, it is time for bed" Wendy crawled into bed and Mary turned the lights off for her
Down from the street Peter looked up and saw the lights turning off, he would have flown to the window if he could still fly but he no longer had any pixie dust or happy thoughts, he felt like he was truly lost. He slowly started to head in the direction of the place where he would always go to think, to the one place in London that still felt like home, Kensington Gardens.
To Be Contiuned