N/A I am very very very nervous about this story! I actually original made my fanfic to make a peter pan one so I hope it works out well, go easy on me and if you don't like it you might like my other stories at least so check out my profile!
Peter sighed to himself. He looked at beautiful London from his seat on the hour hand of Big Ben. The hand shifted down a bit and loud bells went off as they do every hour. Peter lost his balance a bit from the slight shift but he wasn't scared. You see when one can fly heights aren't much of a problem. He just simply glided off the hand and checked the time. 3'o clock he smiled. Better get back home before they get worried about me.
Whenever he was out for long hours late at night the lost boys had a tendency to fear irrationally that there leader might leave them. Especially on his many nights time visits to London. Of course he hadn't told them this was another visit to Wendy which would trigger even more worries and fears. But he might as well get on his way back any way. He realized as he started his flight back that after this particularly long visit it hadn't been such a good idea to sit and look at the view, even if it was just for a short while.
Unfortunately this was when London looked its best, and the best way to look at it was up high, and at night there would be less people watching him. For people seemed to believe in things less at night claiming when they saw things like him they needed more sleep or it was just a dream. Peter laughed, to think people actually believed he was just a dream. A strange dream at that, a flying boy who lived on a star called Neverland; with pirates, fairies and mermaids. The children believed it but for some reason the adults just saw it as a strange fantasy meant for dreams and only that.
He found it less insulting and more entertaining every time Wendy's son in law scolded her for telling such ridiculous tales to his children before bed. As she did tonight she would always just smile and wink at the window where he perched listening.
"Sometimes our wildest dreams and fantasies are the ones we should believe in the most." She had told the him just hours ago when he had done so. He had responded as always when she said something like that, with a sigh and soft smile before leaving her to sit on her rocking chair and laugh. "Oh peter how my daughter could have married such a man?" He had laughed as well and had flown in to sit next to her. Not on a chair of course for he was perfectly capable of sitting on air. "How can she love someone who believes in only numbers and logic?" She said the word logic with an extra amount of sarcasm. Peter had smiled and reminded her that he was kind and good to her daughter, and that he had taken his new wife's mother in at a moments notice despite how batty he thought she was. "Me batty?" she had laughed "And I assume his children are as well since they also share my belief in you?" Peter had nodded.
"Well you never know, I could just be made up!" This caused her to laugh incredibly hard as peter flew around the room in circles doing flips and tricks. They then discussed other things that "weren't real" like fairies and mermaids and flying. A discussion even Tink, (who wasn't here because she unlike the lost boys knew where peter was really going and wasn't quite fond of Wendy) would have enjoyed.
And as he grew closer to Neverland Peter smiled again at the whole idea of it. "Not real am I?" he rolled his eyes "Now that, is unbelievable."