As you look at Wendy, you may see her hair becoming white, and her figure little again, for all this happened long ago. Jane is now a common grown-up, with a daughter called Margaret; and every spring cleaning time, except when he forgets, Peter comes for Margaret and takes her to the Neverland, where she tells him stories about himself, to which he listens eagerly. When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.
J.M Barrie
Chapter One: Peter Meets Sasha
The first time he saw her was when she was seven years old. Of course, no one knows his exact age for sure, but it can be said by some that he was around the age of twelve at the time.
Sasha Cohen was with her mother Margaret, and her father Oliver, visiting her mother's relatives in England at the time. Although Margaret, herself, was British, her husband and her three children were American. They were raised and born in a state called California. This was the first time any of Margaret's children had ever been to London.
"We're here!" Mrs. Cohen stated happily as the cab driver pulled into the drive way of the enormous town house.
Sasha shivered and placed her golden blond hair underneath her light blue snow cap. Being from Southern California, Sasha and her two older brothers, Ian and Trent, were not use to the cold weather. Sasha was the first one to get out the cab and immediately ran up the stoop to ring the door bell.
Little did she know that at the time she was being watched from high above, on the roof top by a young, magical boy. Her grandmother Jane was the first one to greet little Sasha. Jane's eyes were twinkling as her grand-daughter walked into the foyer.
"Oh my sweet child, you look exactly like your mother did at that age." Jane spoke fondly but Sasha just rolled her eyes. She knew she looked exactly like her mother, from the golden blond hair to the light brown eyes. In fact, all of Margaret's children had blond hair and brown eyes. Jane hugged Sasha and then walked over to Margaret who was brushing the snow off of her coat.
"My daughter, it is so good to see you again…and it is so good to have children in the house again." Jane spoke quietly.
There was a silent pause, while Margaret glared at her mother and then changed her expression to a smile and hugged her. Sasha stared at them with curiosity.
"I am not a child." Spoke Ian, who was two years older than Sasha.
Trent and Sasha were only one year apart in age.
"Of course you're not…" Jane chuckled placing her arm on her grandson's shoulder.
"Shall we go into the living room?" Oliver, who had been standing quietly in the corner, piped up. He closed the front door and stood beside his wife, shivering from the cold.
"Perhaps we should let the children go to the nursery and rest, it's been a long flight after all." Jane replied, once again looking down at Sasha.
"Yeah!" Sasha and Trent agreed.
The siblings gathered their luggage and quickly made their way up the long wooden staircase. They giggled together as they walked into the large nursery. Ever since they were little kids, they had heard stories from their mother and then many adventures she had in the nursery. The nursery was practically famous in her mother's stories.
"Wow, this is bigger than our entire condo!" Trent exclaimed tossing his suitcase on one of the three beds.
"I know! Look at all these toys Grandma has up here. Wow, even real swords!" Sasha responded dancing about the room in circles.
How on earth did she expect them to get any rest with a room full of toys? Sasha asked herself. She picked up a fake crown from one of the shelves and jumped on top of the bed beside her brother.
"I am a grand princess!" She told him.
Trent jumped off the bed and grabbed one of the swords from the toy chest in the corner of the room. "And I am the most fierce-some pirate in the world, Snake Eyes!"
He chased her around the room with the sword, until Sasha picked one up for herself and began to fight with him.
"You'll never take me alive!" She exclaimed, "I have spent my summers in Spain with the king practicing sword fighting, just in case I ever got abducted."
Trent grinned evilly at her and ran a hand through his short blond hair. "Argggh! I dare you to stop me!"
….
Jane smiled softly to herself as she stood in the doorway of the nursery watching her two grandchildren. It wasn't long before she noticed a familiar shadow in the window…one that belonged to a certain boy.
His name was Peter Pan and he had spent many years at the window just to catch any story that happened to be told. He had almost given up since the house had not been occupied with children in thirty years. Things were different on this night, and Jane secretly knew that he would appear. Unfortunately, Margaret also knew…
"Mother? What are you doing?" Margaret (or Marge as her husband fondly called her) inquired walking down the hallway.
"Just watching my grandchildren playing happily." Jane turned and smiled at her grown daughter.
"Mother, I don't think Sasha should sleep in the nursery with the boys. I think that she should have her own bedroom to sleep in." Marge stated brushing back her hair. She leaned against the doorway and looked at her own daughter.
"Look at her Margaret, she is so happy, how are you going to take that away from her?"
"Fine for just tonight…but if anything happens…" Marge trailed off.
"He hasn't been around for thirty years, and I don't think he's ever coming back. Rest assured…just let Sasha play." Jane whispered.
"Goodnight Mother." Marge replied and walked back down the stairs to join her husband.
Jane waited until she was downstairs before quietly entering the nursery. There was a definite shadow in the window. She smiled to herself and sat down on one of the unoccupied beds.
Sasha and Trent collapsed happily on the carpet, tossing their swords to the side. Sasha rolled on her side and looked up at her grandmother, "this room is so cool!"
"My mother and her brothers grew up in this room, and then I did with my siblings and then your mother and her siblings. Oh how I wish you children could have grown up in this room…"
Sasha sat up and crossed her legs, "Dad doesn't want to live in England."
"Come on Sash, let's play with the swords again!" Trent spoke rising to his feet.
"Well this time I want to be a pirate too! Red Handed Jill!" She replied picking up one of the swords.
Jane looked up, placing her hand over her heart, "where did you hear that name child?" She walked over to her grand-daughter and looked down at her.
"I don't know, somewhere. Maybe from one of Mom's stories, why?" Sasha stared curiously at her grandmother.
"Nevermind, excuse me children." Jane replied and slowly left the nursery.
Sasha and Trent exchanged quiet glances, "what was that about?"
"I don't know…everyone has been acting weird ever since we got here." Sasha replied, drawing her sword once again.
Trent picked up his sword and circled around his sister. He lifted it up and they began to pretend to fence. "I say Red Handed Jill! Girls aren't suppose to be pirates!"
"Oh yeah? That's what you think Snake Eyes! In case you haven't heard I am the most feared pirate in the Spanish Main!" Sasha roared, pretending to stab him.
"Oye! You got me!!" Trent cried, clutching his side and pretending to double over in pain.
"Will you two grow up?" Ian shouted interrupting their game. He marched into the room and sat down on the bed Jane had been occupying earlier.
"Ouch." Sasha winced falling on the ground.
"Now that hurts." Trent added, collapsing beside her.
They turned to each other and giggled. Ian sat on the bed and rolled his eyes at his younger siblings. Trent and Sasha had always got along but for some reason Ian refused to join in their silly games.
"Come on we have to brush our teeth and get ready for bed, Dad's orders." Ian spoke, getting to his feet and hovering over them.
"Aww!" Trent protested, getting up and walking over to the window. He opened it and peered outside at the dark sky, "it's still day light in California!"
"Come on!" Ian groaned tugging Sasha's arm.
"We're not done playing!" Sasha replied pointing at the toys on the floor.
Ian shook his head and picked up the golden crown Sasha had on earlier. "You are now!" He spoke and threw it across the room. Unfortunately, it landed out the window.
"Ian! Grandma's gonna kill you! That crown was older than her!"
"Fine then if you're so concerned, you go out in the cold and retrieve it while Trent and I use the bathroom!" Ian retorted.
Sasha fought the urge to kick her older brother, and walked over to the window. She climbed over the edge and landed on the balcony, brushing the snow off of her jeans. She shivered as she sought the crown. She peered over the balcony and saw nothing but a blanket of snow, she turned around and gasped.
"Who are you?" She demanded pointing at the boy, who was sitting on the roof.
He was rustic, in fact quite leafy in appearance. Wearing clothing made entirely out of English ivy. His hair was a sandy blond color and very messy. He jumped down from the roof top and stood in front her. Sasha backed up all the way so she was against the railing.
"Who are you?" He replied.
"Uhn uhh, no way am I telling you my name. What exactly are you doing hanging outside the nursery window anyway?" She replied, trying to hid her fear.
"I am a friend of Jane's." He responded inching closer to her. Sasha had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even for her age.
"Oh yeah? How come I've never heard of you before?" She inquired trying to inch closer towards the window.
"How come I've never heard of you before?" He retorted and then noticed the crown on the snowy ground. He picked it up and in doing so, Sasha had made her way to the window, just in case she needed to scream for her brothers.
"Where did you get this? It belonged to Wendy Darling." He spoke looking back up at Sasha.
"I know that, Wendy was or is, my great-great grandmother…but she passed away long before I was born. How on earth could you have possibly known that this crown was hers anyway?"
"What is your name?" He inquired again as Sasha gripped the window ledge.
As much as Sasha found it slightly odd that there was a boy randomly outside her window, she was also slightly intrigued too. How did he get there? after all the balcony was three flights up.
"uhm…Sasha Cohen. What's yours?" She replied looking down at the crown.
"My name is Peter, Peter Pan." He told her, bowing down.
"Aren't you cold Peter? I mean I know I'm freezing and you're wearing less clothes than I am."
"I am not bothered by the snow. I just came to hear some stories. Do you know any good stories?"
"Oh course! I know lots of stories!" Sasha replied, smiling at him.
"Maybe you could share them with me." Peter told her, smiling back at her.
"I'd like that." Sasha nodded her head in agreement. She no longer felt scared to be with this strange boy, in fact she found a new friend.
"Sasha?"
He inched closer towards her so that their faces were almost touching, again Sasha grabbed the ledge.
"Yes Peter?"
"I should like to give you a thimble…" He whispered.
"uhm, Okay…" Sasha trailed off staring at Peter curiously. Didn't he ever hear of a sewing machine? No one ever used thimbles anymore. What a weird gift to give a person!
Peter leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips. Sasha leaned back in surprise, that was no thimble.
"Peter?"
"Yes Sasha?"
"Why did you call that kiss a thimble?" She asked, slightly confused.
"I, uh, thought there were called…" He trailed off.
….
"Are the kids in bed yet? We have a big day tomorrow, we're going to sight-seeing all over London." Oliver told his wife.
They were both in the kitchen with Jane, making themselves some warm tea. Marge placed her mug on the counter and turned towards her husband, "I'll go check on them."
She adjusted her yellow robe and slowly walked up the stairs. From the top of the stair well, she could hear Trent in the bathroom shouting about pirates. She breathed in deeply and walked towards the bathroom door. Trent was stranding in the bathtub pointing at Ian, who was brushing his teeth. Marge froze staring at her sons and then gasped, "where's your sister?"
Sasha smiled at Peter, "Peter?"
"Yes?"
"I shall like to give you a thimble in return."
She closed her eyes and waited to be kissed again, instead she was being tugged violently into the nursery. She opened her eyes and looked at up her frightened mother.
"Sasha Regan Cohen! What on earth are you doing?" Margaret demanded.
Sasha looked out the window to find Peter had gone away. She looked up at her mother disappointingly, "I was retrieving this."
She held up the crown and told her mother that Ian had thrown it out the window. Marge let go of her and marched over to the window she peered her head out and then closed it shut, locking it. "Go get ready for bed! You're sleeping on the second floor in the guest room."
Sasha sighed and gathered her toiletries from her suitcase. As she was brushing her teeth she began to wonder whether she had dreamt up the whole meeting with Peter Pan, or not.
J.M Barrie
Chapter One: Peter Meets Sasha
The first time he saw her was when she was seven years old. Of course, no one knows his exact age for sure, but it can be said by some that he was around the age of twelve at the time.
Sasha Cohen was with her mother Margaret, and her father Oliver, visiting her mother's relatives in England at the time. Although Margaret, herself, was British, her husband and her three children were American. They were raised and born in a state called California. This was the first time any of Margaret's children had ever been to London.
"We're here!" Mrs. Cohen stated happily as the cab driver pulled into the drive way of the enormous town house.
Sasha shivered and placed her golden blond hair underneath her light blue snow cap. Being from Southern California, Sasha and her two older brothers, Ian and Trent, were not use to the cold weather. Sasha was the first one to get out the cab and immediately ran up the stoop to ring the door bell.
Little did she know that at the time she was being watched from high above, on the roof top by a young, magical boy. Her grandmother Jane was the first one to greet little Sasha. Jane's eyes were twinkling as her grand-daughter walked into the foyer.
"Oh my sweet child, you look exactly like your mother did at that age." Jane spoke fondly but Sasha just rolled her eyes. She knew she looked exactly like her mother, from the golden blond hair to the light brown eyes. In fact, all of Margaret's children had blond hair and brown eyes. Jane hugged Sasha and then walked over to Margaret who was brushing the snow off of her coat.
"My daughter, it is so good to see you again…and it is so good to have children in the house again." Jane spoke quietly.
There was a silent pause, while Margaret glared at her mother and then changed her expression to a smile and hugged her. Sasha stared at them with curiosity.
"I am not a child." Spoke Ian, who was two years older than Sasha.
Trent and Sasha were only one year apart in age.
"Of course you're not…" Jane chuckled placing her arm on her grandson's shoulder.
"Shall we go into the living room?" Oliver, who had been standing quietly in the corner, piped up. He closed the front door and stood beside his wife, shivering from the cold.
"Perhaps we should let the children go to the nursery and rest, it's been a long flight after all." Jane replied, once again looking down at Sasha.
"Yeah!" Sasha and Trent agreed.
The siblings gathered their luggage and quickly made their way up the long wooden staircase. They giggled together as they walked into the large nursery. Ever since they were little kids, they had heard stories from their mother and then many adventures she had in the nursery. The nursery was practically famous in her mother's stories.
"Wow, this is bigger than our entire condo!" Trent exclaimed tossing his suitcase on one of the three beds.
"I know! Look at all these toys Grandma has up here. Wow, even real swords!" Sasha responded dancing about the room in circles.
How on earth did she expect them to get any rest with a room full of toys? Sasha asked herself. She picked up a fake crown from one of the shelves and jumped on top of the bed beside her brother.
"I am a grand princess!" She told him.
Trent jumped off the bed and grabbed one of the swords from the toy chest in the corner of the room. "And I am the most fierce-some pirate in the world, Snake Eyes!"
He chased her around the room with the sword, until Sasha picked one up for herself and began to fight with him.
"You'll never take me alive!" She exclaimed, "I have spent my summers in Spain with the king practicing sword fighting, just in case I ever got abducted."
Trent grinned evilly at her and ran a hand through his short blond hair. "Argggh! I dare you to stop me!"
….
Jane smiled softly to herself as she stood in the doorway of the nursery watching her two grandchildren. It wasn't long before she noticed a familiar shadow in the window…one that belonged to a certain boy.
His name was Peter Pan and he had spent many years at the window just to catch any story that happened to be told. He had almost given up since the house had not been occupied with children in thirty years. Things were different on this night, and Jane secretly knew that he would appear. Unfortunately, Margaret also knew…
"Mother? What are you doing?" Margaret (or Marge as her husband fondly called her) inquired walking down the hallway.
"Just watching my grandchildren playing happily." Jane turned and smiled at her grown daughter.
"Mother, I don't think Sasha should sleep in the nursery with the boys. I think that she should have her own bedroom to sleep in." Marge stated brushing back her hair. She leaned against the doorway and looked at her own daughter.
"Look at her Margaret, she is so happy, how are you going to take that away from her?"
"Fine for just tonight…but if anything happens…" Marge trailed off.
"He hasn't been around for thirty years, and I don't think he's ever coming back. Rest assured…just let Sasha play." Jane whispered.
"Goodnight Mother." Marge replied and walked back down the stairs to join her husband.
Jane waited until she was downstairs before quietly entering the nursery. There was a definite shadow in the window. She smiled to herself and sat down on one of the unoccupied beds.
Sasha and Trent collapsed happily on the carpet, tossing their swords to the side. Sasha rolled on her side and looked up at her grandmother, "this room is so cool!"
"My mother and her brothers grew up in this room, and then I did with my siblings and then your mother and her siblings. Oh how I wish you children could have grown up in this room…"
Sasha sat up and crossed her legs, "Dad doesn't want to live in England."
"Come on Sash, let's play with the swords again!" Trent spoke rising to his feet.
"Well this time I want to be a pirate too! Red Handed Jill!" She replied picking up one of the swords.
Jane looked up, placing her hand over her heart, "where did you hear that name child?" She walked over to her grand-daughter and looked down at her.
"I don't know, somewhere. Maybe from one of Mom's stories, why?" Sasha stared curiously at her grandmother.
"Nevermind, excuse me children." Jane replied and slowly left the nursery.
Sasha and Trent exchanged quiet glances, "what was that about?"
"I don't know…everyone has been acting weird ever since we got here." Sasha replied, drawing her sword once again.
Trent picked up his sword and circled around his sister. He lifted it up and they began to pretend to fence. "I say Red Handed Jill! Girls aren't suppose to be pirates!"
"Oh yeah? That's what you think Snake Eyes! In case you haven't heard I am the most feared pirate in the Spanish Main!" Sasha roared, pretending to stab him.
"Oye! You got me!!" Trent cried, clutching his side and pretending to double over in pain.
"Will you two grow up?" Ian shouted interrupting their game. He marched into the room and sat down on the bed Jane had been occupying earlier.
"Ouch." Sasha winced falling on the ground.
"Now that hurts." Trent added, collapsing beside her.
They turned to each other and giggled. Ian sat on the bed and rolled his eyes at his younger siblings. Trent and Sasha had always got along but for some reason Ian refused to join in their silly games.
"Come on we have to brush our teeth and get ready for bed, Dad's orders." Ian spoke, getting to his feet and hovering over them.
"Aww!" Trent protested, getting up and walking over to the window. He opened it and peered outside at the dark sky, "it's still day light in California!"
"Come on!" Ian groaned tugging Sasha's arm.
"We're not done playing!" Sasha replied pointing at the toys on the floor.
Ian shook his head and picked up the golden crown Sasha had on earlier. "You are now!" He spoke and threw it across the room. Unfortunately, it landed out the window.
"Ian! Grandma's gonna kill you! That crown was older than her!"
"Fine then if you're so concerned, you go out in the cold and retrieve it while Trent and I use the bathroom!" Ian retorted.
Sasha fought the urge to kick her older brother, and walked over to the window. She climbed over the edge and landed on the balcony, brushing the snow off of her jeans. She shivered as she sought the crown. She peered over the balcony and saw nothing but a blanket of snow, she turned around and gasped.
"Who are you?" She demanded pointing at the boy, who was sitting on the roof.
He was rustic, in fact quite leafy in appearance. Wearing clothing made entirely out of English ivy. His hair was a sandy blond color and very messy. He jumped down from the roof top and stood in front her. Sasha backed up all the way so she was against the railing.
"Who are you?" He replied.
"Uhn uhh, no way am I telling you my name. What exactly are you doing hanging outside the nursery window anyway?" She replied, trying to hid her fear.
"I am a friend of Jane's." He responded inching closer to her. Sasha had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even for her age.
"Oh yeah? How come I've never heard of you before?" She inquired trying to inch closer towards the window.
"How come I've never heard of you before?" He retorted and then noticed the crown on the snowy ground. He picked it up and in doing so, Sasha had made her way to the window, just in case she needed to scream for her brothers.
"Where did you get this? It belonged to Wendy Darling." He spoke looking back up at Sasha.
"I know that, Wendy was or is, my great-great grandmother…but she passed away long before I was born. How on earth could you have possibly known that this crown was hers anyway?"
"What is your name?" He inquired again as Sasha gripped the window ledge.
As much as Sasha found it slightly odd that there was a boy randomly outside her window, she was also slightly intrigued too. How did he get there? after all the balcony was three flights up.
"uhm…Sasha Cohen. What's yours?" She replied looking down at the crown.
"My name is Peter, Peter Pan." He told her, bowing down.
"Aren't you cold Peter? I mean I know I'm freezing and you're wearing less clothes than I am."
"I am not bothered by the snow. I just came to hear some stories. Do you know any good stories?"
"Oh course! I know lots of stories!" Sasha replied, smiling at him.
"Maybe you could share them with me." Peter told her, smiling back at her.
"I'd like that." Sasha nodded her head in agreement. She no longer felt scared to be with this strange boy, in fact she found a new friend.
"Sasha?"
He inched closer towards her so that their faces were almost touching, again Sasha grabbed the ledge.
"Yes Peter?"
"I should like to give you a thimble…" He whispered.
"uhm, Okay…" Sasha trailed off staring at Peter curiously. Didn't he ever hear of a sewing machine? No one ever used thimbles anymore. What a weird gift to give a person!
Peter leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips. Sasha leaned back in surprise, that was no thimble.
"Peter?"
"Yes Sasha?"
"Why did you call that kiss a thimble?" She asked, slightly confused.
"I, uh, thought there were called…" He trailed off.
….
"Are the kids in bed yet? We have a big day tomorrow, we're going to sight-seeing all over London." Oliver told his wife.
They were both in the kitchen with Jane, making themselves some warm tea. Marge placed her mug on the counter and turned towards her husband, "I'll go check on them."
She adjusted her yellow robe and slowly walked up the stairs. From the top of the stair well, she could hear Trent in the bathroom shouting about pirates. She breathed in deeply and walked towards the bathroom door. Trent was stranding in the bathtub pointing at Ian, who was brushing his teeth. Marge froze staring at her sons and then gasped, "where's your sister?"
Sasha smiled at Peter, "Peter?"
"Yes?"
"I shall like to give you a thimble in return."
She closed her eyes and waited to be kissed again, instead she was being tugged violently into the nursery. She opened her eyes and looked at up her frightened mother.
"Sasha Regan Cohen! What on earth are you doing?" Margaret demanded.
Sasha looked out the window to find Peter had gone away. She looked up at her mother disappointingly, "I was retrieving this."
She held up the crown and told her mother that Ian had thrown it out the window. Marge let go of her and marched over to the window she peered her head out and then closed it shut, locking it. "Go get ready for bed! You're sleeping on the second floor in the guest room."
Sasha sighed and gathered her toiletries from her suitcase. As she was brushing her teeth she began to wonder whether she had dreamt up the whole meeting with Peter Pan, or not.