Title - Wishing On A Star
Chapter title - Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Sci-Fi
Disclaimer - I do not own the Peter Pan books/movie/legend in anyway shape or form. I only own my original characters. For this chapter, Phoebe, Percy, Phillip and Penelope Brown and Nick and Molly Walters and their parents.

Summary - Penny Brown has no happy memories and wishes to never grown up. Whilst she's nannying her neighbors a certain boy and his pixie hear her sing and make a wish. They take her to Neverland to make her wish come true. What adventures will they have? Will Penny stay forever? (Set in present day.) (Peter/OC)

A/n - I absolutely love Peter Pan, especially now I'm eighteen and wish I didn't have to grow up. :(
I've had this fic planned for a while but only decided to finally write it since spending yesterday watching 'Peter Pan' (Disney), 'Peter Pan: Return To Neverland', 'Hook' and 'Peter Pan' (2003). I was in the mood and decided to get writing.
You can imagine any version of Peter you like, x Please read and review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

"Where do you think she'll end up?" An amused tone.
"Probably working in McDonald's or something." A snort of laughter.
"Look at her, just sitting there like a sloth." Disgust.

None of these things ever bothered the girl. As she usually did at these parties held by her parents, she sat in a chair detached from the guests and hummed songs to herself. They thought she didn't know what was being said about her but she did. She was all to aware of how her parents friends and colleagues thought her the runt of their family. With an older brother who is a successful doctor, a father who is the chief of medicine and a mother who is a locally famous, pristine housewife. Yes, she was the family's Martha Stewart and her husband loved to show her off.
Phoebe and Percy Brown were the local 'it' couple with what everyone had expected to be perfect children. Phillip Brown their eldest child had exceeded expectations. Then there was Penelope Brown. Just turned sixteen and trying, at all costs, to avoid the inevitable. Growing up.

"Penelope!" Her mother hissed at her without even turning her head to look at her. "Stop humming, you look deranged."
"Maybe I am." Penelope made her eyes meet in the middle, pouted her lips and turned her head to the side.
"Stop it! Right now!" Her father now arrived at his wife's side. "Go and get a drink or something."
"Can't I just go to my room?"
"No. We host these parties as a family." Percy turned his back to his daughter. "There's orange juice in the kitchen."

Penelope left the room with a sigh, wrinkling her nose at the feel of her pale blue dress swishing against her shins. She hated dresses and usually refused to wear them. In fact the only dresses she did own were ones bought for her in preparation for the parties her parents often hosted. Most of the time she was wearing jeans or shorts with her usual battered brown doc martin boots. As she headed for the kitchen she caught her reflection in the glass covering her mothers favorite expensive painting. Her auburn hair had been twisted up into a bun with two tendrils hanging down in curls in front of each ear. Diamond stud earrings complimented her hazel eyes well with the slight pink blush her mothers hired make-up artist had applied. Penelope longed to wash her face and let her hair loose but alas, she knew if she did her parents would lecture her.

In the kitchen she dodged past the caterers, found the orange juice in the fridge and tried to hunt down a glass. Eventually she returned to the party and found a new place to sit by the open window. Again, she begun humming to herself and found it amusing to pull faces at anyone who she caught looking at her. On one occasion, as she pulled a face, she heard a strange noise through the window. It was high pitched, almost like laughter but with a strange bell like quality. She searched for the source but found nothing and returned to her little game.

At the end of the night she was sent straight to her room without so much as a 'goodnight' from either parent. Her brother didn't even say goodbye as he left for his own house.
In her room she shed the dress and pulled on her green checkered pajama bottoms and black vest top. She took out her earrings, washed her face and pulled her hair loose. Now comfortable she threw herself onto her bed, lifted her book from the bedside table and begun reading. The book was 'Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets.' She'd loved the book series since she was young since it was so full of adventure, danger and romance. She read the books and imagined herself in them, fighting basilisks and dark lords, making great friends and finding love along the way.
Another story she'd loved for so long was that of a boy. A boy who never grew old and lived in Neverland. Second star to the right and straight on till morning. Penelope thought, had she had different parents she wouldn't have been so interested in going to Neverland. But with the life she'd had she did nothing but dream of ceasing her aging. She even thought she might be able to fly should she have any happy memories whatsoever.
Penelope could only remember being happy when at Mr and Mrs Walters house. She often nannies their two twin children, Molly and Nick. The Walters were firm believers in staying young at heart despite how old your body grew. Molly and Nick being seven years old were still too young to worry about getting older and Penelope helped ensure that they never would have that worry. She told them stories and sung them songs, played games with them and gave them all her love. Well who else except the Walters twins would she give her love to? Her family didn't deserve an ounce and she had no friends at school.
After finishing the last of the book, Penelope took one last look out of her window and snuggled down to sleep.

The following evening was a happy one for Penelope. It was the last Friday night of the month which meant the Walters' were off out and she was going to take care of the twins.
"You should tell the Walters that you won't be doing this for free anymore." Her brother commented from his seat at the dining table.
"They offer me money every time. I always refuse it." Penelope said nonchalantly.
"You what?"
"I don't believe a child should be paid for doing something they enjoy."
"You are not a child anymore. You're sixteen and for some ridiculous reason refused to go to college. You have to get a job soon."
"I'm not old enough."
"You're a young adult."
"I'm still a child." Penelope stood abruptly, sending her chair toppling backwards. "I'm going to pack my overnight bag."

"I'll kill you, you scallywag!" Molly Walters jumped up onto her bed, plastic sword in hand and scarf tied over one eye. "This is for takin' me treasure!"
"You've been working on your pirate voice!" Penelope grinned as she entered the room.
"Penny!" Molly and Nick shouted in unison forgetting their game and rushing over to hug her.
"We're going now kids. Be good for Penny." The Walters' kissed each child on the head before departing.

Penny spent the evening playing games and telling wonderful stories with Nick and Molly. Little did they know that just outside the open window was a boy and a pixie, listening to every joyous word. Peter Pan and Tinkerbell could often be found outside that window listening to Penelope's stories and games. For Peter it was a wonderful reminder of his past adventures but for Tink it was just another girl to take Peter away from her.
As the evening drew on and the sun set, Penelope put the children into bed and curled herself up on the window seat. Once again she begun humming to herself, looking up to the familiar second star on the right.

Nick, who was not yet asleep sat up, sneaking a glance at his sister who was also still wide eyed. With identical grins, they sat up straighter.
"Sing to us, Penny." Molly requested.
"You two are supposed to be asleep." Penny smiled softly, knowing they never went to sleep the first time they were put to bed.
"Sing us to sleep then. Please." Nice begged, clasping his hands together and squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

Again, Penelope heard the strange bell like laughter from outside of the window. She stuck her head out but again, found nothing. She stood, moving over to Molly and tucking her back in to bed.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high." She sang as she turned and tucked Nick in too."There's a land I heard of once in a lullaby." She moved back over to the window seat, looking up into the sky. She never noticed Peter and Tink hovering just to the side of her, enchanted by her soft voice. "Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true."
"Is this song about Neverland and Peter Pan?" Molly asked sleepily.
"If you want it to be."
"Is that who you sing it about?" Nick asked.
"Yes." Penelope smiled, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why can't I?" She glanced over her shoulder to see the sleeping faces of the twins. Again, she looked to the stars. "If happy little bluebirds fly, beyond the rainbow why oh why can't I?." With a gentle sigh she settled down in the window seat, pulling a woolen blanket over her lap. "I wish upon a star, more than anything that I could go to Neverland and never have to grow up."

Disclaimer - I do not own 'Harry Potter' or the song 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow.'