This is my first Peter Pan fan fiction, but at the end of the movie I was
hoping that it would end this way and when it didn't I decided to rewrite
it my way lol. Please enjoy and review when you are done to tell me if I
should continue once again. The next chapter will be Peter's point of
view. This story is based on the end when Mrs. Darling thinks that she is
dreaming once again that her children have returned. They have been gone
so long that she forgets about them enough to make them invisible to her.
"Mother we are back! We have returned to you!" Wendy cried, staring at her lovely mother, who was staring right back, and through them.
"Yes mother! Can't you see us?" Michael sobbed. But Mrs. Darling just turned and looked out of the window.
"They will never return, it has been too long." She said and closed the window, latching it.
"She doesn't see us!" John said, "She can't see us!" Tears welled in all of their eyes. Mrs. Darling walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"No one will enter this room again, it will stay as it has always been." They heard her say, then there was a click and the door was locked.
"Why can't she see us, doesn't she love us anymore?" Michael said, sitting down on the floor.
"Of course she loves us, but-but, just as grownups can't see Peter, the can't see us...because they have forgotten about us." Wendy said, trying to keep the tears back.
"Then there is nothing else to do except return to Neverland." John said, matter-of-factly but Wendy could see the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Yes we shall return to Neverland, at least there we will not be forgotten. John, Michael, think happy thoughts. Think of Peter and the Lost boys and the fairies." The two boys closed their eyes and slowly started to rise off of the ground. Wendy went to their dressers and packed a large bag full of their clothing, picking out her favorite dress and jewelry. She opened the window and took her brothers' hands. "Ready, 1, 2, 3" They all said and jumped out of the window, into the cold and crisp air. "Aim for that star!" Wendy cried and they shot up into the clouds and into space, shooting past stars, until they finally tumbled into Neverland.
Except this wasn't the Neverland that they had left full of fluffy pink clouds and sparkling blue waters. No, the clouds had turned black and the waters were a sickly green and turbulent.
"We have to find Peter, we have to tell him that we have returned!" Wendy shouted over a burst of thunder. The three children shot down towards the forest dodging tree branches until they finally reached the secret hide out. Wendy pulled the lever and they stepped inside. "Peter we have returned!" Wendy cried, but the common room was empty. It looked as if a tornado has come through. Chairs and tables were lying on their sides, the rugs were bunched up and scattered all throughout the room, and in the middle of it all was Peter's pan pipe, broken in half. Wendy stooped and picked up the two pieces, stroking them lovingly. Then she started to run through all of the rooms. In the last room, on a bed of animal furs she found the twins sleeping. Gently she woke them and they stared blurry eyed at her.
"Mother!" They cried in unison and jumped on her. "You have returned!"
"Yes I have returned." She laughed and hugged them back. "Where is Peter, why is it stormy outside?"
"We don't know where Peter went." They both said, looking sad.
"It is stormy because he is sad and angry." A voice said behind her. Wendy turned to see Tibs looking sadly at her.
"Oh Tibs, where has he gone?" Wendy asked, embracing him.
"He said that he was going to go find us a new home, but we think that he has abandoned us." Tibs said, pulling away. "Can you find him, Wendy, make him happy again?" he asked.
"I'll do my best, what direction did he head?" Wendy asked.
"He left towards the east, towards Black Castle." Tibs said.
"Okay I shall return as soon as I find him. John, Michael, stay here and get warm." Wendy said and grabbed some clothes out of her bag. Ducking behind an animal skin curtain, she changed into a pair of her brother's drawstring pants and a long sleeved shirt. It was the first time that she had worn pants but she needed to be able to move and dresses were so restricting.
The wind was strong and buffeted Wendy around but she knew where to go, the turrets were so high that once could see them from anywhere around. She arrived in minutes; her determination to see Peter was so great that it sped up her flying. Black Castle was just as scary as when she had seen it before and only her will to be with Peter again allowed her to pass through the giant black archway. The inside was darker than outside and only the few lightning bolts lighted her way. She flew around looking for Peter, too afraid to call out his name when some lightning allowed her to see a dark figure sitting up high on a balcony with its back to her. She could tell it was Peter by the spiky hair. Holding a cry of delight in Wendy sped up to the balcony and set eyes upon her beloved Peter.
He was sleeping, leaning up against a pile of bricks. He looked the same as ever except there were dirty streaks down his cheeks that she could tell were from tears. Her heart broke in that instant and she let out a small sob. The sound awoke Peter and in an instant his blade was at her throat.
"Evil spirit be gone! Do not torment me with images of HER!" He cried.
"Peter it is me, Wendy, I have returned to you!" Wendy cried, fear and sorrow gripping her heavily beating heart. Something changed in Peter's face; the anger went away and was replaced by sadness.
"We-Wendy?" Peter stammered and he drew the dagger away a fraction of an inch.
"Yes Peter!" Wendy cried reaching out to touch his face, he jerked away then relaxed as she spread her hand out on his face. Then the blade dropped and she was in his arms. She buried her face into the bare skin of his shoulder and he held her tightly as if he would never let go. When he finally did however, he put her at arms length and stared at her disbelievingly.
"How- why?" He stammered again. She saw tears welling up in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" She asked. He quickly wiped the tears away.
"Because I thought that I would never see you again.... and I wasn't crying."
"Oh Peter lets go back to the hideout and I will tell you and they boys everything."
"Okay, but how do I know it is really you?" Peter asked, standing up.
"I-I don't know, you will just have to trust me." Wendy said.
"Or you could give me back my thimble." Peter said shyly, the color rising in his cheeks.
"I think it is your turn to give me one in return, I have given you enough things." Wendy said and smiled. Peter leaned forward and their lips met. Wendy closed her eyes but Peter did not. He did not want to miss a moment of this because he feared it would all just disappear in an instant. When they pulled away Wendy was no longer chilled from the cold, instead she was warm and happy because she was with her one true love once again.
"Mother we are back! We have returned to you!" Wendy cried, staring at her lovely mother, who was staring right back, and through them.
"Yes mother! Can't you see us?" Michael sobbed. But Mrs. Darling just turned and looked out of the window.
"They will never return, it has been too long." She said and closed the window, latching it.
"She doesn't see us!" John said, "She can't see us!" Tears welled in all of their eyes. Mrs. Darling walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"No one will enter this room again, it will stay as it has always been." They heard her say, then there was a click and the door was locked.
"Why can't she see us, doesn't she love us anymore?" Michael said, sitting down on the floor.
"Of course she loves us, but-but, just as grownups can't see Peter, the can't see us...because they have forgotten about us." Wendy said, trying to keep the tears back.
"Then there is nothing else to do except return to Neverland." John said, matter-of-factly but Wendy could see the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Yes we shall return to Neverland, at least there we will not be forgotten. John, Michael, think happy thoughts. Think of Peter and the Lost boys and the fairies." The two boys closed their eyes and slowly started to rise off of the ground. Wendy went to their dressers and packed a large bag full of their clothing, picking out her favorite dress and jewelry. She opened the window and took her brothers' hands. "Ready, 1, 2, 3" They all said and jumped out of the window, into the cold and crisp air. "Aim for that star!" Wendy cried and they shot up into the clouds and into space, shooting past stars, until they finally tumbled into Neverland.
Except this wasn't the Neverland that they had left full of fluffy pink clouds and sparkling blue waters. No, the clouds had turned black and the waters were a sickly green and turbulent.
"We have to find Peter, we have to tell him that we have returned!" Wendy shouted over a burst of thunder. The three children shot down towards the forest dodging tree branches until they finally reached the secret hide out. Wendy pulled the lever and they stepped inside. "Peter we have returned!" Wendy cried, but the common room was empty. It looked as if a tornado has come through. Chairs and tables were lying on their sides, the rugs were bunched up and scattered all throughout the room, and in the middle of it all was Peter's pan pipe, broken in half. Wendy stooped and picked up the two pieces, stroking them lovingly. Then she started to run through all of the rooms. In the last room, on a bed of animal furs she found the twins sleeping. Gently she woke them and they stared blurry eyed at her.
"Mother!" They cried in unison and jumped on her. "You have returned!"
"Yes I have returned." She laughed and hugged them back. "Where is Peter, why is it stormy outside?"
"We don't know where Peter went." They both said, looking sad.
"It is stormy because he is sad and angry." A voice said behind her. Wendy turned to see Tibs looking sadly at her.
"Oh Tibs, where has he gone?" Wendy asked, embracing him.
"He said that he was going to go find us a new home, but we think that he has abandoned us." Tibs said, pulling away. "Can you find him, Wendy, make him happy again?" he asked.
"I'll do my best, what direction did he head?" Wendy asked.
"He left towards the east, towards Black Castle." Tibs said.
"Okay I shall return as soon as I find him. John, Michael, stay here and get warm." Wendy said and grabbed some clothes out of her bag. Ducking behind an animal skin curtain, she changed into a pair of her brother's drawstring pants and a long sleeved shirt. It was the first time that she had worn pants but she needed to be able to move and dresses were so restricting.
The wind was strong and buffeted Wendy around but she knew where to go, the turrets were so high that once could see them from anywhere around. She arrived in minutes; her determination to see Peter was so great that it sped up her flying. Black Castle was just as scary as when she had seen it before and only her will to be with Peter again allowed her to pass through the giant black archway. The inside was darker than outside and only the few lightning bolts lighted her way. She flew around looking for Peter, too afraid to call out his name when some lightning allowed her to see a dark figure sitting up high on a balcony with its back to her. She could tell it was Peter by the spiky hair. Holding a cry of delight in Wendy sped up to the balcony and set eyes upon her beloved Peter.
He was sleeping, leaning up against a pile of bricks. He looked the same as ever except there were dirty streaks down his cheeks that she could tell were from tears. Her heart broke in that instant and she let out a small sob. The sound awoke Peter and in an instant his blade was at her throat.
"Evil spirit be gone! Do not torment me with images of HER!" He cried.
"Peter it is me, Wendy, I have returned to you!" Wendy cried, fear and sorrow gripping her heavily beating heart. Something changed in Peter's face; the anger went away and was replaced by sadness.
"We-Wendy?" Peter stammered and he drew the dagger away a fraction of an inch.
"Yes Peter!" Wendy cried reaching out to touch his face, he jerked away then relaxed as she spread her hand out on his face. Then the blade dropped and she was in his arms. She buried her face into the bare skin of his shoulder and he held her tightly as if he would never let go. When he finally did however, he put her at arms length and stared at her disbelievingly.
"How- why?" He stammered again. She saw tears welling up in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" She asked. He quickly wiped the tears away.
"Because I thought that I would never see you again.... and I wasn't crying."
"Oh Peter lets go back to the hideout and I will tell you and they boys everything."
"Okay, but how do I know it is really you?" Peter asked, standing up.
"I-I don't know, you will just have to trust me." Wendy said.
"Or you could give me back my thimble." Peter said shyly, the color rising in his cheeks.
"I think it is your turn to give me one in return, I have given you enough things." Wendy said and smiled. Peter leaned forward and their lips met. Wendy closed her eyes but Peter did not. He did not want to miss a moment of this because he feared it would all just disappear in an instant. When they pulled away Wendy was no longer chilled from the cold, instead she was warm and happy because she was with her one true love once again.