Summary: Even though her dear best friend had probably forgotten all about her, Wendy had an intuition that her life could handle being anything but ordinary and dull, even if monotony was threatening to swallow her existence at the moment. But she could have never foreseen such a remarkable trail of events that occurred. Nothing was ever commonplace with her, now, was it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the characters associated with it.
She could not wrap her mind around it. It is an illusion or a dream. Yes. Surely, it cannot be anything else. Soon she will wake up to her mother's gentle prodding.
However, that did not happen.
And the notion of all this being a hallucination of her more than active imagination shrank as moments passed. She refused to let it bother her. Why was she worrying? She was here again. After losing hope to see this haven ever again, with all of its magic and mysteries, Neverland had called to her. The place that had fueled her ambitions, her passions and her desires since she was but a little naive girl.
She still thought that she was naive, but at the age of 21, Wendy Darling had vivid perceptions of what life really entailed.
One moment she was drifting off to sleep in the warm and snug bed in her room, safe and sound at her home, and the other, she was waking somewhere entirely else, but not by morning smells and chirrups. It was still night-time, you see.
She frowned in her sleep. When did her bed become so hard and who let the windows open? These cold winds would surely freeze her. She opened her eyes, then and the particular surroundings that met her eyes really had her frozen in her place, as this was definitely not how her room back home looked like.
Those vague recollections from her past came back to her with a multitude of torrents in so fierce a manner that she gasped back and struggled to find her footing. Was her mind playing tricks? How could it be so cruel? Had someone drugged her? She remembered her last meal. Ah...Mother was unlikely to do that. As minutes dragged by, her tired mind realized that she really was there. Just as she had been in her childhood.
It was indeed the Jolly Roger.
She tried to calm herself and deal with the situation at hand like an adult, as she was. Putting a cautious step ahead, as if it may disappear if she so much as moved, she took in her surroundings. When it did not 'disappear' as she had so foolishly thought, she explored a bit with gentle footsteps. She put her arms around herself to prevent from shivering in the cold wind.
Good Lord! She was barefoot and still in her nightgown.
Still cursing her luck she looked ahead. Yes it was Neverland alright.
Though it was probably midnight, she still could make out the landscape that serenaded the island and hear the soft ripples of the ocean. So she really was here.
But how?! What forces brought her here?
Was it Neverland..er.. magic?
She wondered that her theory might be rather far-fetched, but stopped dead when 'her own ability' came to her mind...which had shown signs of origin after she had left Neverland the first time around and since, had evolved magnanimously.
She had not told anyone about it at home for she feared her dear ones would probably frown at it, thinking her odd. For if they could not believe in fairy-tales and Neverland, there was no way they would take this positively.
Or maybe she was being too paranoid, overestimating their reactions.
She had tried, oh, how she had tried to tell them, but every time she started to say something, it was, as if, she'd run out of words or suddenly been shoved into an inner blind panic.
She could not make herself do it, not when she knew that her brothers did not exactly share any sort of ability. They, too, had been there with her, then why only her?!
It might be because they had forgotten about their adventures and passed them as a "wild fancy of their juvenile minds".
That's what kept her trap shut, she realized.
The fear of rejection.
As another gust of cold wind blew, she broke out of her reverie and tightened her arms.
A muffled noise from behind startled her, and she did what any normal lady faced with same situation would do.
Scream.
Hard.
Panic-stricken still, she recognized the familiar grandfatherly man who was gaping at her as if he had not seen something like her ever.
"Mr Smee?" She asked tentatively.
He looked bewildered.
"Who might ye be miss, an' wha' are ye doin' here?"
She gaped.
Did he not recognize her? But that cannot be. It's not as if they were meeting for the first time!
She was broken out of her reverie as more voices and clatters of feet approached them. Pirates, she realized looking at them. She vaguely remembered some of the faces from before, but the rest were fairly new ones. So pirates were still here...
Wendy tried not to think just why she always found herself in the worst of situation. Instead, she strained to decide the next course of action when her thoughts were AGAIN interrupted by a voice from behind all the men.
A deep, authoritative and...slightly annoyed (as it sounded at the moment) voice.
A voice that made her freeze in shock, for there was no way she could have mistaken it. She had not hoped to hear it for the rest of her existence.
"Smee?! Just what is going on here?"
And when the owner of said voice followed shortly thereafter, separating the stream of his crew, she had to mentally marvel at her strength that she did not faint. Instead her jaw dropped considerably low, her eyes going as wide as saucers.
There was no mistaking the tall and elegant form of Captain James Hook.
A/N: This is my first story. No flames please! More chapters to come soon. Would love the feedback!