Never is an Awfully long Time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan, all credits go to the fabulous J.M Barrie , I only own Madison, Abel, Miranda, reverend Cartwright...(though he's not very important...) and those characters you've never heard of...
Author's note: This is my very first Peter pan, fic. I must admit I decided to write one after seeing the 2003 movie...Jeremy Sumpter is totally cute, or what? Now I'm reading the book, so I did my job... lol! Please be nice I accept constructive criticism, not flames, ok? Good, on with the story.
The world lacks magic
Chapter one: The beginning of the end.
"Dear brothers, we are gathered here to say goodbye to our beloved Abel Darling." Said reverend Cartwright, his words like a million knifes to Madison Darling's heart.
It all started one cold afternoon of the month of November, November the 7th to be more precise.
Madison walked home. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened during the course of that day, or the course of that week, in fact, it had been a very pleasant time for the Darling-Baldeheart family.
When Madison got home, she knocked at the door and Carol, the housemaid, who had took care of Abel and her ever since Madison had a memory, opened. Madison was very fond of Carol, she had practically raised Abel and her since her parents were away working most of the time.
Carol was an old woman. Her white hair was streaked with grey and her eyes were of a deep green color. Her wrinkled face still held the beauty she had when she was younger.
Madison could recall that day perfectly, it was engraved on her mind. After noticing the silence in the house, Madison asked Carol where was Abel, since he usually was home when she arrived from school, and he wasn't exactly what one calls quiet.
When Carol didn't answer, Madison began to worry, and started looking for her little brother.
"Carol? Carol, where's Abel?" Madison had asked. "Carol, why are you so quiet? Why won't you answer me?...Carol?"
It wasn't that Carol was evil and liked to see Madison suffer, but it was to prevent the girl from suffering that she kept quiet
"He's... he's sick." Carol finally said.
"What do you mean sick..."
"Sick like last time Maddi..."
"NO! He can't be...he, he took his medicines, he was going to be alright...he wasn't supposed to get sick again..." With that said, Madison collapsed, crying her heart out. Last time Abel was sick, he almost died. Meningitis was a very complicated decease, it was miracle Abel survived in the first place, but now Abel was sick again, nothing mattered anymore, the possibilities of him surviving were almost nonexistence Abel was at the hospital that afternoon, and late at night he was brought home. Doctors said he wouldn't make it through the night, but he did ,in fact, he lived for a few days. Abel died the 11th day of the 11th month at eleven ,eleven in the morning.
Madison wished he had died the same day he was brought from the hospital. Do not misunderstand me, Madison loved her little brother Abel, more than anything, but Meningitis is terrible. Every night (or sometimes during the day.) Abel suffered from hallucinations. It was awful.
Madison could remember that during one of his moments of lucidity she had told him the story of a boy who never grew and lived forever in magical and fantastic adventures. Abel loved fairy tales, but now none of this mattered, Abel was gone and forever, and forever is an awfully ling time.
"We can be sure Abel is with our lord right now, watching over us, knowing that one day we will meet him in heaven." Reverend Cartwright said raising his hands to the air to empathize what he meant. "Let us pray, our father who art in heaven..."
Madison sighed, her thoughts turned inwards, her blue eyes sore and red from crying.
Once the mass was over, a great tumult of people clad in black exited the church and made their way to the nearby cemetery.
Madison walked besides her mother, Miranda. She wasn't what you could call motherly. She criticized every single aspect of Maddi's life, from the way she dressed to the way she walked. Madison had always thought Mrs. Darling didn't love her one bit, in fact she was almost sure her mother didn't hadn't want her in the first place.
Her mother cried quietly, thick tears strolling down her stern face. Mr. Michael Darling cried even more quietly, for he had not let anybody see him cry.
Madison sighed deeply, she didn't like to show herself weak to another people, she needed nobody's pity. She had to be strong, she had to be mature, for Abel, for her family. She clutched her jaw tightly.
The funeral was beautiful, in a sad way that is. The tomb was neatly decorated with forget-me-nots and some white roses. The speeches were touching, and everything was as I said beautiful.
After the funeral, Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Madison returned home. During the journey, the family remained awfully quiet, and once they were home nothing seemed the same.
Madison, immediately went upstairs, to the nursery where Abel and her slept. The sky was already showing the night's first stars. The window was closed. Madison walked towards the window and opened it, just like Abel liked it.
She sighed, there was just so many things in that room that remained her of Abel, as a matter of fact, everything in that room remained her of Abel.
"Maybe, it's time to leave the nursery, time to grow up." Madison muttered to the night. This time tears spilled over her freckled cheeks. And as she collapsed on the window frame, more tears fell, but no one was there to see this, except for a boy lurking in the shadows a strange light flying around him. He looked at the crying girl, and felt the urge to fly in and comfort her, but he, Peter Pan contained from it.
The girl kept crying until she felt asleep. Peter sighed, she remained him of his Wendy. "Speaking of whom." He muttered. "I really must be going now. Come on, Tink."
But his fairy, Tinkerbell, just couldn't take her eyes off the crying girl. She said something to the boy, but to those who didn't knew fairy speech, this only sounded like a tinkling sound.
"I don't know, Tink," The boy said. "...she's really sad isn't she?... no she'll be alright... no Tink, we really must be going, I want to see Wendy...no, I don't think so...why?...I don't know...ok, fine, let's go..."
and with that said the strange boy named Peter Pan flew into the dark starry sky, his fairy, following close behind, until they couldn't be seen anymore.
A/n: ok, that was chapter one...hope you liked it, please review, and tell me what you think. Oh I almost forgot to tell you, this story might be slightly AU (alternate universe...) cause Wendy won't have a daughter, and won't be married, you'll soon find out why...sorry for any spelling mistake, incoherence or anything. This won't be a Mary-sue, I had to kill Abel cause i needed something to make Madison grow up... or realize she'll soon have to.
*Next chapter: Wendy receives an unexpected visitor, who has changed...wonder who could that be??
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan, all credits go to the fabulous J.M Barrie , I only own Madison, Abel, Miranda, reverend Cartwright...(though he's not very important...) and those characters you've never heard of...
Author's note: This is my very first Peter pan, fic. I must admit I decided to write one after seeing the 2003 movie...Jeremy Sumpter is totally cute, or what? Now I'm reading the book, so I did my job... lol! Please be nice I accept constructive criticism, not flames, ok? Good, on with the story.
The world lacks magic
Chapter one: The beginning of the end.
"Dear brothers, we are gathered here to say goodbye to our beloved Abel Darling." Said reverend Cartwright, his words like a million knifes to Madison Darling's heart.
It all started one cold afternoon of the month of November, November the 7th to be more precise.
Madison walked home. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened during the course of that day, or the course of that week, in fact, it had been a very pleasant time for the Darling-Baldeheart family.
When Madison got home, she knocked at the door and Carol, the housemaid, who had took care of Abel and her ever since Madison had a memory, opened. Madison was very fond of Carol, she had practically raised Abel and her since her parents were away working most of the time.
Carol was an old woman. Her white hair was streaked with grey and her eyes were of a deep green color. Her wrinkled face still held the beauty she had when she was younger.
Madison could recall that day perfectly, it was engraved on her mind. After noticing the silence in the house, Madison asked Carol where was Abel, since he usually was home when she arrived from school, and he wasn't exactly what one calls quiet.
When Carol didn't answer, Madison began to worry, and started looking for her little brother.
"Carol? Carol, where's Abel?" Madison had asked. "Carol, why are you so quiet? Why won't you answer me?...Carol?"
It wasn't that Carol was evil and liked to see Madison suffer, but it was to prevent the girl from suffering that she kept quiet
"He's... he's sick." Carol finally said.
"What do you mean sick..."
"Sick like last time Maddi..."
"NO! He can't be...he, he took his medicines, he was going to be alright...he wasn't supposed to get sick again..." With that said, Madison collapsed, crying her heart out. Last time Abel was sick, he almost died. Meningitis was a very complicated decease, it was miracle Abel survived in the first place, but now Abel was sick again, nothing mattered anymore, the possibilities of him surviving were almost nonexistence Abel was at the hospital that afternoon, and late at night he was brought home. Doctors said he wouldn't make it through the night, but he did ,in fact, he lived for a few days. Abel died the 11th day of the 11th month at eleven ,eleven in the morning.
Madison wished he had died the same day he was brought from the hospital. Do not misunderstand me, Madison loved her little brother Abel, more than anything, but Meningitis is terrible. Every night (or sometimes during the day.) Abel suffered from hallucinations. It was awful.
Madison could remember that during one of his moments of lucidity she had told him the story of a boy who never grew and lived forever in magical and fantastic adventures. Abel loved fairy tales, but now none of this mattered, Abel was gone and forever, and forever is an awfully ling time.
"We can be sure Abel is with our lord right now, watching over us, knowing that one day we will meet him in heaven." Reverend Cartwright said raising his hands to the air to empathize what he meant. "Let us pray, our father who art in heaven..."
Madison sighed, her thoughts turned inwards, her blue eyes sore and red from crying.
Once the mass was over, a great tumult of people clad in black exited the church and made their way to the nearby cemetery.
Madison walked besides her mother, Miranda. She wasn't what you could call motherly. She criticized every single aspect of Maddi's life, from the way she dressed to the way she walked. Madison had always thought Mrs. Darling didn't love her one bit, in fact she was almost sure her mother didn't hadn't want her in the first place.
Her mother cried quietly, thick tears strolling down her stern face. Mr. Michael Darling cried even more quietly, for he had not let anybody see him cry.
Madison sighed deeply, she didn't like to show herself weak to another people, she needed nobody's pity. She had to be strong, she had to be mature, for Abel, for her family. She clutched her jaw tightly.
The funeral was beautiful, in a sad way that is. The tomb was neatly decorated with forget-me-nots and some white roses. The speeches were touching, and everything was as I said beautiful.
After the funeral, Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Madison returned home. During the journey, the family remained awfully quiet, and once they were home nothing seemed the same.
Madison, immediately went upstairs, to the nursery where Abel and her slept. The sky was already showing the night's first stars. The window was closed. Madison walked towards the window and opened it, just like Abel liked it.
She sighed, there was just so many things in that room that remained her of Abel, as a matter of fact, everything in that room remained her of Abel.
"Maybe, it's time to leave the nursery, time to grow up." Madison muttered to the night. This time tears spilled over her freckled cheeks. And as she collapsed on the window frame, more tears fell, but no one was there to see this, except for a boy lurking in the shadows a strange light flying around him. He looked at the crying girl, and felt the urge to fly in and comfort her, but he, Peter Pan contained from it.
The girl kept crying until she felt asleep. Peter sighed, she remained him of his Wendy. "Speaking of whom." He muttered. "I really must be going now. Come on, Tink."
But his fairy, Tinkerbell, just couldn't take her eyes off the crying girl. She said something to the boy, but to those who didn't knew fairy speech, this only sounded like a tinkling sound.
"I don't know, Tink," The boy said. "...she's really sad isn't she?... no she'll be alright... no Tink, we really must be going, I want to see Wendy...no, I don't think so...why?...I don't know...ok, fine, let's go..."
and with that said the strange boy named Peter Pan flew into the dark starry sky, his fairy, following close behind, until they couldn't be seen anymore.
A/n: ok, that was chapter one...hope you liked it, please review, and tell me what you think. Oh I almost forgot to tell you, this story might be slightly AU (alternate universe...) cause Wendy won't have a daughter, and won't be married, you'll soon find out why...sorry for any spelling mistake, incoherence or anything. This won't be a Mary-sue, I had to kill Abel cause i needed something to make Madison grow up... or realize she'll soon have to.
*Next chapter: Wendy receives an unexpected visitor, who has changed...wonder who could that be??
