DISCLAIMER;I do not own anything and I never will. The only thing I own is my imagination and that is all. Everything else belongs to its rightful owners. I am not getting any credit out of other people's creations.
AUTHOR'S NOTE; I originally got the idea for this pairing when I was trying to think of crossovers to vid to as I make videos for YouTube. However, I never got round to doing a vid for them and I decided to try my hand at writing for them instead. I'm hoping it turns out as well as it sounds after planning! I think it's the perfect pairing, no matter how much I love the idea of Wendy and Peter. It's going to begin with Sara telling the girl's a story and Peter over hearing, then it will skip to when she's been forced into servitude. There are two changes that I need to point out to you. It's nothing major, but just something I'm going to make clear now. The first one, is that I'm going to make their ages a little bit older, making them roughly around 15, perhaps 16, even Peter. I've decided twelve year old boys do not kiss the way Peter kisses Wendy. The second change, is I'm going to have the Boarding School in London. That was where it originally was in the book anyway, the film just lied and changed it because it was easier. This is going to be a blend of the book and film of Little Princess. I'm using Sara from the film, but you'll find that the ending is going to be from the book, not the film because it was easier to end it that way.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2; Okay, I kind of hate how this started. I really wanted to get this FanFiction stated because I've got all the chapters planned and I'm totally psyched for it, but this did not start out as well as I wanted it to. I hate this Chapter; it's icky and feels lifeless but I promise, it will get a lot better or at least, the way it's planned makes me feel like it will. xD
PAN'S LITTLE PRINCESS;
Peter Pan/Sara Crewe & a bit of Becky/Nibs
Sara Crewe had thought no hope would come, but then he did. He heard her stories, he heard her pain and most of all, he heard how much she reminded him of Wendy and he couldn't help himself. Pan was always a selfish boy after all; if he wanted something, he assumed he deserved it.
CHAPTER ONE; NOT WENDY'S STORIES
The night's sky of London was bitter and cold as it whipped against his bare flesh, the leaves that he wore for clothing rustling in the breeze was washed over his form. It had been a long time since he travelled over the streets of this English city. He wasn't even travelling at the moment, but perched on top of a large building. He believed it was a school and therefore, he was half tempted to do some form of damage to it, but he managed to resist that temptation. Instead, he sat upon it, taking a break from flying while distant eyes stared out at the view of London. The last time he had been back here, it had been to say goodbye to the one person who had truly meant something to him. Don't get him wrong, he had the boys and he could never forget his little fairy, but Wendy had been something special. She had been...his or at least, he thought she had been. Peter Pan was famous for his immaturity, for being a boy who refused to grow up, refused to feel anything. There hadn't been a problem with that until Wendy came away to Neverland with him. She changed him; she gave him the ability to feel emotions he didn't even know the name of and he wasn't a fan of it, he had to admit. He liked being carefree, without a worry in the world. He hated having to feel anything but that. Ever since Wendy had returned to her parents, he had felt...empty. Her laughter wasn't there to fill his heart anymore. Had it been love? No. Peter Pan did not understand love, nor was he sure if he would ever feel it because he was so young, in both body and mind. But he had cared for her; deeply cared for her, in fact and he missed having that. He missed having someone to care about. He didn't care about the boys and Tink the way he had cared for Wendy, after all.
Why was he back here? Was he simply trying to torture himself? No, he wasn't. In all honesty, he had come here to see her; to see if she still told her stories. It felt like forever since he had laid eyes upon Wendy, but he had changed his mind half way. What if she looked older? What if she had grown up and married and all the other icky stuff that came with being an adult? He didn't want to see Wendy like that. He wanted to remember her happy and young and as a free spirit. He didn't want to witness her any other way so now, here he was, merely travelling around the cold London, not quite wanting to go back to Neverland just yet. Even if he didn't see her, just by being here, flying over areas he knew she walked among, made him feel close to her again. A young boy he might be, but he wasn't as stupid as he acted, not inside underneath all the depths that he kept hidden. Sniffing slightly, he let out a sigh, listening to the sounds of Tinkerbell who was perched on his shoulder, glistening from time to time but respectfully not tugging at his ear just yet and nagging him to go.
He listened closer, just picking up on all the different sounds that surrounded him; for such a busy town, this place was incredibly quiet at night time. It was so...boring, if he was completely honest. Why somebody would chose to stay here when they had the option to go somewhere as magical as Neverland was beyond him. He would never figure out the answer. The more he listened, the more he began to hear though and just beneath him, he could hear the sounds of...laughter, giggling and...he was pretty sure that other sound was called music. His eyebrows drew down into the faintest of frowns and his legs began to uncross. He crouched forward, his knees pressing against the roof tiles while his hands stretched out to grab onto the edge, his head peering over as he attempted to get a closer listen. The open window that the noise were sneaking out of wasn't too far down, somewhere between the attic and the bottom floor, he could tell because it was the only room that had light pouring out of it. Tinkerbell jingled next to him, hovering in the air with a look of curiosity on her face and that was when he heard her voice for the first time. Not Tinkerbell's obviously, but...Sara Crewe's. Of all the times he had returned back to London and hesitated on this roof top, he'd never heard this voice before. This voice so full of life, full of imagination...it reminded him of her.
"Charlotte turned to her father and said 'father, you are right. I must put away my foolish fancies and childhood wishes, but I simply won't do it. I'm sorry, father, but when I marry, it will be for love.' And with that, Charlotte ran from the house. Waiting outside for her was the handsome stable boy Pierre whom Charlotte had secretly adored."
Okay, so the story was just about stupid love and it didn't involve him. Both of these facts left Peter pretty damn disappointed, but it was a story none the less and he couldn't help but find himself becoming most intrigued. It had been so long since he heard a story. "Come on, Tink." He whispered quietly under his breath, slipping off of the roof with ease, floating in mid air before lowering himself down, flying with such skill where he had been doing it for years. His feet landed elegantly on the ledge just outside the open window and he kept his back pressed flat against the wall, standing by the side of the open window, occasionally getting hit in the face with the curtains but making sure to stay away from view, not wanting somebody to catch him.
"Together, they escaped to the coast and quickly set sail to the Island of Tahiti! But when they were half way there, their ship was attacked by a band of horrible pirates!" The female voice continued to tell the story, getting more excited by the minute and at the mention of pirates, Peter's face broke into a boyish grin. Tinkerbell jingled next to him in surprise and he quickly shushed her with a wave of his hand before tip toeing that little bit closer to the open window. His head turned ever so slightly and he peered around the corner, getting a small look into the room. Everybody seemed so proper; all dressed in the same uniform style clothes, all of them with bows in their hair, their backs perfectly straight while a scary looking woman played the harp and a chubby one fanned herself as if she was in a much hotter place than London. His glistening eyes of mischief soon fell upon the person that was reading though; the person whose voice had captured his attention so easily. She wasn't reading from a book or anything like that; she was reading from her mind, making it up as she went, much like Wendy used to her. Her face was lit up with pure enjoyment, her imagination running wild with her as she found herself getting lost in her story and she had the entire room clinging on to her every word. Pan supposed she could be seen as pretty, if you were into that thing, but of course...he was a teenage boy who didn't quite understand hormones. The only thing he was into was rolling in dirt and climbing up trees. But, that didn't change the fact that her timeless beauty was similar to Wendy's. He couldn't help but make all these comparisons as he continued to listen.
"Rather than be eaten alive – "
Peter made a face when she said this and exchanged a look of disgust with Tinkerbell. Since when did pirates eat people? Hook had never threatened to eat him! That was just gross! His nose un-creased itself and he turned back to watch as she continued to tell her story. He had been hoping that because she'd brought pirates into it, he would somehow come into it, but it would appear that wasn't the way. It was stil about this silly Charlotte and her beloved Pierre.
"Charlotte and Pierre threw themselves into the raging sea and as they began to drown, they held each other close and swore their undying love."
All the girls in the room sighed and even Tinkerbell seemed to fall silent, actually perching herself on his shoulder and crossing her legs, a dreamy look upon her glittery face as she even got caught up in it. "Girls." Peter muttered under his breath with a sneer, rolling his eyes, clearly not as drawn in as everybody else by the idea of undying love being sworn during a deathly peril. Pfft; love was for losers. Love was for adults and he was certainly not one of them, nor did he ever plan to be one.
"But then, when all seemed lost, a group of mermaids appeared!" The girl continued to gush and Peter couldn't help but smile slightly. Okay, so it sucked more than ever that he wasn't in this story – he should be in every story as far as he was concerned – but still, it was pretty interesting to hear about all the pirates and mermaids. It was almost like she was talking about Neverland, but including stupid adults in it and missing him completely. "The mermaids rescued them and – "
"Enough!" A voice that was almost as stern as Hook's cut through the air and interrupted the story completely. Tinkerbell jumped with a jingle and was suddenly off of his shoulder, floating in the air again instead and looking blushed, almost embarrassed that she had got so caught up in the silly story. She pulled at Peter's ear in an attempt to get him to fly off with her, but he batted her away with a hand, frowning with disappointed eyes at the horrendous adult that had ruined the story with her silly grown up ways.
"What are you doing?" The grey haired woman demanded, glaring down at the little girl who had just been speaking.
"I couldn't bear to see Charlotte marry that awful man!" Sara Crewe breathed out with wide eyes, shaking her head furiously to emphasize her point. "So I imagined a different ending."
"You imagined it?!"
Peter hated the way the older woman drawled out the word 'imagined'. It was almost as if the word greatly offended her; as if it was a disgusting taste in her mouth. Did she not realise the magic of imagination? Did she not realise that stories like these, the ones that escaped reality, were the best sort of things to listen to? How dare she act like this? It was such a typical...adult thing to do. He silently poked his tongue out in the direction of this woman even though he knew she couldn't see it. He felt the need to do it to the other girls as well; he had noticed how they had all scurried back to their places, hanging their heads in shame, not one of them daring to defend their friend. As far as he was concerned, they were traitors. The Lost Boys defended everything he did...or at least they would but then, nobody ever really dared to defy him now that Hook was gone. Adventures were actually pretty hard to come across back in Neverland now. It was still a magical place; it was just a little boring. Perhaps they were just missing a mother; missing their stories. Perhaps this girl here could come help them. She liked to imagine things, maybe – no. He sternly stopped these thoughts. He vowed that he would never, ever bring a mother to Neverland again after everything with Wendy. Him and the Lost Boys didn't need a mother. They didn't need anyone, they had each other.
"Don't you ever do that, Miss Minchin? Believe in something just to make it seem real?"
Peter smiled at this girl's bravery; even when everybody else had backed down, she was still voicing her point and she was refusing to back down, refusing to just give in to this evil Miss Minchin's stern glare and cold tone. Her eyes were wide with innocence, but at the same time, there was a real look of determination there, proving that she meant everything she said. Pan liked her; she was nice. She was different and she was...well, he wasn't sure if she was a lot like him or a lot like Wendy. It was almost a bit of both and perhaps that was the real reason why he liked her so much.
"I suppose that's rather easy for a child that has everything." Miss Minchin sneered and that look of bravery seemed to vanish off of Sara's face. Instead, she looked down put, as if the carpet had been pulled out from underneath her feet. Peter felt angry; he felt compelled to defend her because none of her so-called girls were doing it for her, but he didn't dare. He remained at the side lines, stood outside the open window and merely watching in silence, ignoring the way Tinkerbell kept grabbing at his hair and pinching his ear in frustration because she was bored and wanted to go back to Neverland. "But from now on, there will be no more make believe in this school during reading time or any other time! Now off to bed, all of you, this instance!"
"No make believe?" He whispered under his breath in complete horror. His life was built around make believe! He practically lived for make believe! He couldn't even imagine not having it. How could the woman demand such a thing? It was...well, he couldn't think of a word smart enough to describe it, but it was something! His wide eyes darted back in the direction of the strange girl that he didn't know and he half expected her to protest. For a second, he thought she was going to, but when she noticed that everyone was resigning themselves to bed, she seemed to sigh in defeat, realising she was on her own and merely standing up, beginning to follow the others. Peter wasn't sure whether he was disappointed in her for not standing her ground like she bravely had done moments ago or if he pitied her for having to live in such a world; a world where imagination appeared to be a crime rather than encouraged like it was supposed to be. He licked his lower lip and without even realising he was doing so, he followed her, leaving the window ledge that he was on and gliding upwards to the window above. He peered in, his nose pressing against the glass as he watched the large group of girls shuffle their way up the stairs. His breath fogged up the window, but he ignored it, tilting his head to the side and pressing his ear to the close thing, faintly being able to hear the conversations that were going on inside.
"I've never heard a story like that in my life!"
"I bet you know loads of stories like that don't you, Sara?"
"My father used to tell them to me all the time back in India. I know millions! About love, adventure, danger – "She seemed to bounce up and down, her walking coming to a stop as she turned to face the three girls that were talking to her. That excited expression from earlier was back on her face and Peter found himself grinning in response, looking just as excited at the thought of more stories.
"Sara, will you tell us them? We can wait until Miss Minchin goes to bed and then come into your room. We promise we'll be quiet, we promise!" One of the girl's gushed.
"Okay." Sara agreed and he noticed there wasn't much hesitance in her voice. Oh, she was a rule breaker as well; he was beginning to like this girl. "But not tonight. Miss Minchin already has it in for us after reading time, but tomorrow night definitely, as long as it's just you three! After dinner, okay?"
The three girls nodded in unsion, before all of them seemed to depart in different directions, practically skipping to their room, all of them excited for the next day; all of them desperate to hear more of these tales that Sara kept locked away in her head and the girls weren't the only ones that couldn't wait either. Peter was impatient and cursing the fact she hadn't agreed to tell them more tonight but that didn't stop the grin from fading from his face as he quickly moved away from the glass of the window, flying himself back up to the roof and hovering there. "Tomorrow night." He muttered to himself, making a note to remember this with a nod of his head. The three girls wouldn't be the only ones listening tomorrow night. Making a loud craw, disturbing the peaceful air without much care in the world, Peter began to zoom towards the second star to the right, laughing loudly; laughing in a way that he hadn't laughed for ages and Tinkerbell watched with a slightly look of despair on her face. She knew what path this was going to head down and she wasn't exactly pleased. This was going to prove itself to be a repeat of the Wendy-episode and while she wanted her dear friend to be happy...she hated the moping that always followed afterwards. With a huff and a palm-slap to the head, the little fairy followed, jingling in disapproval as she did so while Peter just called back that she worried too much.
As he disappeared in the distance, his yellow fairy following, the wide eyes of Sara Crewe stared out the window in awe. She hadn't seen him, but she could have sworn she heard a boy out there, laughing and calling out in the strangest of ways. Her head canted to one side and she searched night's sky, but the only thing she could find, was a star that shined brighter than the others. Her lips smiled upwards and she shook her head, turning away from the window and disappearing into her room with a small hum.
COMING UP NEXT; Peter visits the Boarding School for what must be the seventh time now, but this time when he returns, he's in for a big shock; Sara's life has been turned upside down and he feels compelled to help her, but does she want his help?
