James sat in a chair next to Sylvia, at her home. It was the night of the play Peter Pan. James held Sylvia's hand in his. "James, please go to your play. I already feel horrible about not being able to go, but if you can't go then that is something even worse!" Sylvia said looking at him, and frowned a little.
"Sylvia, I'm fine. The play is nothing compared to you. Your more important to me." James replied, and stroked her forehead a little with his free hand. She sighed, and looked away, off into the distance, down the hall.
"Well, then when you do go back…could you please find Peter for me?" She asked.
"Of course." He replied softly. They sat there for a moment, in silence not speaking a word to each other.
"Anything I can get you? Tea? Blankets? Anything?" James asked, wanting to be sure she didn't need anything more. She sat there as if thinking for a bit, then shook her head. "No…I don't think so," She started, "Well…I have wanted to visit Neverland…and you did promise to take me there, someday.." She added, and looked at him.
He smiled a bit and looked at the ground. "That, I did." He said smiling at her.
"Maybe…Not tonight though…maybe soon?" She sighed, and rested her head on the pillow and seemed like she was going to sleep.
James whispered in her ear, as she began to sleep. "Sometime soon, I promise." He then gently set her hand on her side, and kissed her forehead.
Mrs. du Maurier walked up to James, after he shut Sylvia's bedroom door. "Thank you Mr. Barrie, now when you find Peter bring him home, if you would please. Thank you." She said.
"Of course Mrs. du Maurier." James said with respect. "I'll bring him home right away, take care of Sylvia please." He said, and put his coat back on and went to head back to the theater.
The play was over, and the after party was now going on. James walked through the crowd, being complimented on about the play. People laughed, and talked about their favorite parts.
They thought that with those children in the theater it'd be a living nightmare. They then saw James knows what he is talking about, or writing about. James searched for Peter, but that wasn't very easy. Peter is very small.
"Oh, Mr. Barrie." Called a voice. James turned to see Mrs. Snow.
"Oh, Hello Mrs. Snow," He said, and looked around, "Where's Mr. Snow?" He asked. Mrs. Snow frowned, and looked a little away from James' eyes.
"I'm afraid he has left us…Mr. Barrie." She said, and looked back into his eyes. James frowned.
"I'm…so sorry Mrs. Snow. Please if there's anything I can do let me know." He said smiling a little at her.
"Oh, Why thank you! You're too kind Mr. Barrie." She said and smiled.
He smiled, and looked behind her, spotting Peter in the distance, and two ladies talking to him. "Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Snow, but I'm afraid I have to go. Again I'm so sad to hear the news about Mr. Snow" He bowed, and headed for Peter.
"Psst. Peter!" James said, leaning down toward Peter. He turned.
"How was it?" James asked smiling.
"It was nice. Thank you." He said smiling back, and his dimples showing. (A/N: I think he's such an adorable child.)!
"It's about our summer together!" James said grinning a bit.
"The summer we all had together. With mom." Peter smiled back, and looked around as people were staring.
"Aw, this must be Peter Pan!" A lady in a pink dress said, laughing a bit with others.
"I bet he's magical too!" Said a man, and more laughter filled the air.
Peter looked a bit puzzled, and then said- "I'm not Peter Pan…he is!" Peter then nodded at James, and smiled bigger. The people laughed again, and complemented Peter.
"He's so adorable." One said, and James smiled, thanking them.
"Come on Peter let's go home to your mom." James said, and him and Peter left the after party to take him back just as Mrs. du Maurier had asked.
"How is she?" He asked as soon as George answered.
"Much better now, would you like to come in?" George asked.
"oh, I think I'll come by tomorrow…Porthos is still home." He said and waved goodbye to Peter. "Peter, don't forget to tell your mom about the play…she'd like that." He said smiling.
"Okay Uncle Jim, I'll tell mother you're coming tomorrow then?" George asked, reassuring.
"Aye, just for a wee bit though." He added.
They said their goodbyes, and James walked home to Porthos.
A/N: I'd like it if I got reviews…I mean I really love to write, but I don't think I would If I didn't have people telling me that I needed to keep writing. Please tell me what you think. I have only watched this movie twice, so I am not perfect on names. Or perfect at anything to be exact, so Don't blame me for a simple mistake please ;;; thank you! R&R Please.