Author note: I am revisiting this story from years ago. Watching The OA reminded me of my love for Jason Isaacs' characters. Also have a toddler now and watched this movie a bit ago. I first started this story when I was 20. I'm 33 now and have made some changes. My goal is to finish this story!
I obviously do not own any characters or ideas from Peter Pan. I just thought that the movie Captain Hook (Jason Isaacs) was/is man pretty and maybe he wouldn't be as mean if he had a lady friend... maybe... ;-) My 'OC' is kind of a mix between Sybil from Downton Abbey- a bit rebellious to her family but very kind with a good heart- and Evie from the Mummy (and where I got the name)- proper but adventurous.
Evelyn stood at the sitting room window watching the snow fall softly to the ground. She was waiting for her Aunt and Uncle Darling to go to their dinner party. Her Uncle was working on being promoted at work, so she was there to stay with their children for the evening.
"Evelyn, dear, the children have been put to bed and should give you no hassle," her Aunt told her.
Her Aunt, Mary, was the younger sister of her father, and they had agreed that Evelyn needed practice in taking care of children. So, since she was a spoiled youngest child, she was recruited to look after her cousins on this important night.
"George!" Mary called. "Hurry! We're going to be late!"
George rushed to the door, pulling on his coat. "My dear, why did you not tell me of the time!"
"George, calm down. We will be fine," she told him calmly, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Right. Well, we must be off. Goodnight, Evelyn. We will be back later tonight, so do try to get some sleep," he told her in his fatherly tone.
"I will, Uncle. Have fun! Goodnight!" she called after them into the cold night air.
As Evelyn made her way around the house, putting little things back into their place, she let her mind wander. She replayed the past few days in her head. A year ago, Evelyn had been launched fairly successfully into society. She was a pretty girl and had her fair share of suitors. However, none of these young men kept her interest. She was a dreamer. A romantic. She refused to settle for any man. She wanted to fall in love.
Evelyn had never been in love, but she knew that when she did fall in love she would feel it. However, love was not the priority of her parents. Getting her married was priority. More importantly, getting her married to a rich man high in society was priority. Her family was not poor, but they were not rich by any means. Her mother always said that Evelyn could not have been so pretty for nothing, and that if any of her children were going to marry well it would be Evelyn. This did not turn out to be the case. Both of Evelyn's siblings married first, and to well-born matches, as Evelyn had no interest in the matter.
Over the past few days there had been a new suitor for Evelyn. Phillip Cutting was everything that her mother had hoped for. He was handsome, smart, and, most importantly, rich. Evelyn agreed that these were qualities that Phillip did possess. However, Evelyn found that he was a bit conceited and thoroughly boring! She told her parents of this. Her mother and father told her that she was ungrateful, and that if Phillip ever asked for her hand in marriage that they would agree to it. Evelyn did not expect Phillip to ever want to marry her. Even though most everyone agreed that Evelyn was a very sweet girl and quite a beauty, she did not feel that way. Therefore, she knew (or secretly hoped) that Phillip would not propose. She was wrong.
The night before she was to spend the evening looking after the Darling children, Evelyn and her parents were invited to dine with Phillip and his parents. It was then that he had privately asked her father for her hand in marriage and then announced it to the dinner table later. Evelyn was horribly shocked, but everyone took her attitude as stunned delight. Once she got home, Evelyn told her parents that she would not marry him. Her parents told her that she would. She would or she would be out in the streets. With that her fate was sealed. She was to be married to a man she did not love.
Evelyn picked up a few toys on her way upstairs, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. She was about to close the door to her guest room when she heard some clatter from the nursery. She figured that the children had resumed their playtime, and she debated whether or not to stop them. It had not been very long ago since she was considered a child. She was almost twenty years of age, but she was still sharing some of the same troubles as her younger cousin, Wendy. They were both being pressured by their parents: Wendy to grow up, Evelyn to get married and have a family of her own.
It was not until Evelyn heard the second clatter that she decided to go into the nursery to perhaps join in on the fun. When she opened the door a big surprise was awaiting her. The children were actually flying around their room, and a strange boy was flying with them. However, when they all noticed her, her little cousins crashed to the floor, and the boy floated down ready for a fight.
"Wh-what's going on in here?" Evelyn asked, once she found her voice.
"Evie! We found a boy who can teach us to fly!" Wendy exclaimed excitedly, floating back up into the air.
The boy grinned and sprung up into the air as if to prove that he could fly.
Evelyn was speechless for a moment while the boy showed off, but she soon, once again, found her voice, "What is your name, boy?"
"Peter. Peter Pan," he replied, zooming down to land in front of her.
"He's going to take us to a magical place!" Michael, the littlest, told her, while doing somersaults in the air.
"Michael!" Wendy and John exclaimed from the ground.
"Oh, no... you all will not be going off to some 'magical place' with a strange boy!" Evelyn resumed her caretaker role.
"Oh, but please! There are fairies and mermaids-"
"And pirates and Indians!" John interrupted Wendy.
"Really?" Evelyn questioned.
"Of course!" Peter smiled as if fairies and mermaids existed in their world. "Neverland is a wonderful place, and I wish to take Wendy there to tell me stories."
"And I refused to go if he would not allow John and Michael to come too," Wendy informed her.
"So, we are all going!" John completed.
"I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to go. Your parents and my parents would not be very happy with me if I ever let anything happen to you by neglecting my duties," Evelyn told them.
All four children were firmly on the ground looking quite unhappy.
Evelyn suddenly had an idea. "Well, I guess I would not be neglecting my duties if I am allowed to come along as well..." she smiled.
"You cannot go! You are a grown-up!" Peter told her.
"She is not very old, Peter. She is only a few years older than I," Wendy pointed out.
Peter contemplated it all in his head. He studied Evelyn a bit. "Oh, ok!" he gave in, obviously just to please Wendy. "Tink, you know what to do."
Evelyn stepped back a bit when a gold ball of light came zooming towards her. Once she realized that this 'gold ball' was actually a small fairy, she relaxed a bit. The fairy called Tinkerbell sprinkled Evelyn with her pixie-dust, and shortly after Evelyn was floating in the air.
"So, you're already thinking happy thoughts..." Peter remarked. "She is good at this," he whispered to Wendy. He then instructed them to keep those happy thoughts.
Soon, the five of them (six including Tinkerbell) were flying high in the skies of London.