I'm going to put this as a crossover to the movie Hook, because this goes more into the future after the Peter Pan story. I started coming up with this story after watching different versions of Peter Pan. I was thinking of what would happen if Danny was in Peter's shoes. I think it would make an awesome story with a few twists to it. Please don't kill me ok. Review please!
Neverland was the place I lived most of my years at. The truth is, I'm over three centuries old technically and I've been at the age of fourteen for three centuries. I can remember my birth mother, but I can never see her again. It took centuries for me to actually grow up again and start finishing puberty. I have been living in London for over twenty years and I'm wondering a lot of things. I'm wondering if the boys miss me at all or think that I've abandoned them. Obviously, they know that I decided to live my life in London and start growing up, literally.
Now I bet you are wondering why, if I want to grow up why I decided three centuries ago to live in Neverland in the first place. Both reasons are very obvious. I wanted to stay in Neverland, because I wanted to be a kid forever. Once I got sick and tired of being a kid and not doing anything with my life, I decided to grow up. The truth is, I wanted to be a father. That's the main reason why I decided to grow up.
Now, I am thirty-six years old with three kids. Yeah, I've been pretty busy. I'm a married man with a beautiful wife and three beautiful kids. I got exactly what I asked for in London, children. Now I must introduce myself. My public name is Danny Fenton. In Neverland, people would call me Peter or Pete. I preferred Pete. My wife's name is Sam Manson, or at least that's her public name. My children are called Elizabeth, James, and Cindy. Elizabeth and James are twins. They're fourteen years old, the same age I was when I moved to Neverland. Cindy is ten years old. The kids are young, but they grow up fast. It maybe a moment before they realize who Sam and I really are.
This story I am going to tell you is the story about how I faced my kids growing up like I grew up. It wasn't that I didn't want them to grow up, but growing up was coming so quickly. I also was facing reality that, even though I wasn't in Neverland anymore, there was still someone who was looking for me. I was in bed with my wife asleep and woke up early in the morning at six. That's the thing about living in London, you have to wake up at a curtain time.
Sam was moaning on the bed while I was getting up and putting my robe on. I walked downstairs to get coffee and have breakfast ready before work. Boy do I hate being an adult. There's no time for playing and fun anymore. I've had too much of it for three hundred years. Just thinking about it made me laugh. I heard Mom coming downstairs with her cane. Now, in case you get confused, it's my adopted mother. I've known her since she was fourteen herself. Needless to say, I had a small crush on her during the time. Just don't tell any of your friends.
My mom is Maddie Fenton. Her Neverland name was Wendy. She thought that name was beautiful. I'd visit her once a year, and then she grew up gray old. When I decided to grow up, I was fourteen, still, and she was in her sixties. By that time, I was already with Sam and we were planning on getting married anyway. Ok, so I purposed to Sam when we were still fourteen, but give me a break. I'm not as young as I look, literally and I was planning to get married at twenty years old.
Anyway, Mom sat down at the table while I was making eggs and toast.
"Mmmm, that smells good sweety. Are you making your famous fried eggs?" Mom asked.
"You guessed it. You always did like my cooking," I bragged.
Mom rolled her eyes. She really did like my cooking since she first met me. We were the same age during the time.
"Actually, you would flip your eggs when you cooked over easy."
I grinned childlike. My spatula dug into the fried egg and flipped it onto the top to cover the yoke. Mom started chuckling after I did that.
"I maybe thirty-six, but I still got it," I bragged again.
"Even in London, you never grow up," Mom teased before I rolled my eyes.
"Good morning everyone," Sam yawned while climbing down the stairs. She sat at the table while I put out the plate with fried eggs over easy. "Mmmm, that looks good."
"I made some for the kids too," I grinned before counting down, "three, two, one."
"Hey Dad, hey Mom, is breakfast ready?" Cindy asked excitedly before the twins started shoving with her in between.
"Hey, I was here first!" Elizabeth argued.
"No way! I was!" James argued back.
"Kids, let your sister through," I ordered before Cindy got out from the mess and sat down at the table. "Now, you two behave, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir," Elizabeth and James obeyed before quietly sitting down at the table.
"Now, let's eat," I said while sitting myself at the table.