This is a short scene taking place one year into George and Mary Darling's marriage. It is based off of Peter and the Starcatcher's series, Peter Pan by JM Barrie, Disney's Peter Pan and Peter Pan Return to Neverland movies and finally the live-action 2003 Peter Pan. This one-shot incorporates aspects from all of these sources. I DO NOT OWN ANY PETER PAN ANYTHING. I've always thought deeply about the darling family, Mary in particular (or Molly) if you've read the series by Barry and Pearson. I hope you enjoy my take on Mary Darling. ~~~~~~ stargazingwendybird
"Mary I think it's time we start a family"
Mary lifted her eyes to her husband. The two were sitting on a sofa by the fireplace. The only sounds were coming from the crackling flames.
"On one condition" The beautiful 25 year old woman said with a smile.
"Me too"
"We'll say it together" They took each others hands.
"On the count of three"
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three!"
"We stay in this house" "We move out of London"
"What?" They both said
"How could you imagine leaving London, George?" Mrs. Darling exclaimed.
"Mary we can't stay here forever."
"But this is the house I grew up in, it's where I have my most precious memories, and where I want my children too as well."
"Then isn't it time to grow up and make new memories in a new house?" His words stung her, though she knew what he meant. She let go of his hands.
"George this house is all I have left of my father. It means everything to me."
George looked down at his lap.
"I know it does."
"Why do you want to leave London, what's pushing you away?"
"Same reason you have for staying. Memories I guess."
"But George your life... this house... they've been full of good memories. Memories of us."
"No..Memories of him..."
"Him?"
"You know perfectly well who I'm talking about."
"George really..."
"But it's true isn't it? That's why you want to stay."
George rose from the sofa and paced around the room. This was a subject they hadn't brought up in many years.
"George! I'm here with you! I want to start a family with you! Don't you see? I love you!"
"But you love him too. It's been ten years and you still love him."
She got up quickly and waved her hands in the air, pleading.
"He could never love me the way you do!" Mary pointed to the window by the fireplace, "He doesn't know what love is!"
"I know that I can never be like him Mary. I'm not him. But don't you see! That's why I want to leave! Your hoping he'll come back!"
"He's never coming back George!"
She suppressed a sob and a sad smile made its way to her face.
"He's never coming back." She reassured him.
Mary stepped towards her husband as if she were comforting a young scared child and she were his mother.
"You don't ever have to worry George. I love you. I love you so much it's hurts me to have to convince you."
And convince him she did. She took her delicate hands and slid them around his neck. She pressed her lips to his and squeezed not only him, but her tears back from sliding down her cheeks.
"Mary..." George breathed out when she stepped back.
"I would love to start a family with you. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Right now it's late and we're both tired."
George did love her. He loved her from the minute their parents introduced them. He and his beautiful wife walked upstairs hand in hand. The moonlight shone through the quiet house. Mr. Darling proceeded to walk down the hall to the washroom while Mary lingered in their bedroom. Only seconds passed before she felt her feet taking her to the nursery. Her nursery, the nursery her father had made for her 25 years ago. Holding her breath she walked in and closed the door behind her. As she made her way to the window and almost magical feeling overcame her.
She took the latch and opened it, the cool London air breezing through her hair. The stars twinkled above, one in particular. Something told her she wasn't alone.
She felt him. She could sense him.
"I know your there" Mary spoke quietly to the night sky.
"Actually I'm in here" the voice behind her didn't surprise her much. She turned hoping to see a youthful and proud face but instead found a confused and detached set of blue eyes.
"You're here." Mary stated. She quickly walked to the door and checked to see if George had left the bathroom yet. The water was still running. She walked back into the nursery almost hoping he had been an illusion.
"Is it true?" He said
"Is what true?"
"That your going to have children?" The fifteen year old boy looked down at the small bed in the corner of the room.
"It's what I want, yes." Mary leaned against the seat by the window frame.
"Boys or girls?"
"Oh I don't know, I don't get to choose"
"Oh" He sat down on the end of the bed and put his forearms on his legs.
"Why are you here? It's been so long" When Mary asked this the boy looked up with confusion.
"I felt..."
"What?"
"I don't know" he said this with much frustration and paced the room much like George did earlier. It pained her to see him without his cocky grin and playful air.
"You'll have to leave soon. I wish I could talk to you."
"Well I don't, you're a grown up now. I don't want to talk to grown ups." A few seconds of silence passed before he whispered, "You broke your promise."
"What..."
"Is it true? Do I really not know what it is?"
"What?"
"What he feels for you"
"Oh... well..."
"I'm sorry" this was new, as far as Mary remembered, the boy never apologized.
"I'm sorry too for whatever you heard. I don't believe your incapable of love" Once again his confused eyes met hers, as if grasping for something out of reach.
"I can't even say the word"
"It's not something you say, it's what you feel."
"Everything feels wrong" He couldn't have been more correct.
Mary decided she had to do something and say goodbye before George came. Her heart was heavy and tears were threatening to come.
"You have to go now"
She walked with him to the window. He stood with his back to her, a mere inches way. Mary rose above the boy by at least four inches. Suddenly he turned around and faced his eyes to hers.
"I'm sorry I can't... I don't know..."
He faltered
"It's alright" Although it was definitely not alright for her. She looked at him again and was taken aback by a look of determination.
"This is for you"
He kissed her. Gently, innocently, perfectly. That magical feeling multiplied. Those tears she held back before came spilling out. Their hands entwined and held on to what could never become reality. The 10 years seemed to vanish and Mary was once again a 15 year old girl. When he broke away she said what she had held back for 10 years. What she could never say to George with the same emotion and certainty.
"I love you Peter." The moment she said it, he seemed to have matured well beyond his years. Years of wisdom were hiding behind those beautiful eyes.
"I know." He squeezed her hands to let her know everything would be alright. He wouldn't be gone forever, because even that was too long for Peter Pan to stay away from this house.
With that he turned his back and stepped off the window sill. He lingered in the air and turned back.
"Madame" he bowed.
She returned his gesture with a curtsy and a smile.
"Goodbye Mary." He turned and soared across the night sky, following a twinkling yellow light that seemed to be guiding him home. Mary put her hands on the window sill and followed his path to that beautiful star.
"Goodbye Peter. I'll always believe in you."