This story begins the morning after the children return home from
Neverland. But what if Wendy was simply never meant to grow up? What if she
made the wrong choice? This is my first fanfic so pretty plz be nice and
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Wendy Darling turned and sighed, her deep slumber coming to an end. She frowned, her eyes still closed...something was wrong...something wasn't quite right...instead of the soft layers of grass and leaves she had expected to be lying on she felt the smooth sheen of satin sheets...gone was the fresh, natural scent of the ocean and forest, in it's place was a slightly intoxicating aroma of perfume and lavender oil. Slowly...oh, so slowly Wendy opened her eyes and caught her breath in her throat, the memories of the previous night rushing back...Peter, fighting Hook...Peter, falling...Peter, lying on the deck of the Jolly Roger...Peter, launching himself into the air...Peter, waving goodbye...Peter...gone, "Peter..." Wendy whispered, tears welling up in her eyes, a lump forming in her throat, her heart aching. She sat up and looked around, she was in her own bed, in the nursery, the sunlight streaming in through the still open window. She gazed at the floor, smiling somewhat through her tears; there, scattered all around the room were the lost boys and her brothers, Slightly curled up in her aunt's arms in the rocking chair and in John's bed, still sleeping, a faint smile evident on her beautiful face was her mother. Wendy shifted her eyes to where her father lay, his arms around Michael and Nibs, the look on his face was one she hadn't seen in years, he looked serene and happy, the strain on his face gone, he looked somehow younger.
Wendy lay back down, her hands clutching her sheets, "I should be happy, I'm back where I belong, with my family...a future..." she pondered, "so why does my heart feel as though it will break? Why am I crying as though I shall never be happy again?" Wendy sighed heavily, she knew why; Peter was no longer there, she would never again hear his smug, but irresistible voice, never again see his beautiful sun-kissed, adorably scruffy hair or see his admittedly conceited, trademark grin. Oh, yes, he had promised to visit her, but...inwardly Wendy shook her head, she knew Peter would forget her, even by now she was probably nothing but a dream to him.
As the sleeping forms in room began to stir and awake Wendy hurriedly dried her eyes and drew the covers over her head, pretending to be asleep. Through the cover of her blankets she heard the sleepy voices grow louder and more excited as the boys began to charge around the room in typical form, then the soft shushing of the adults as they herded the boys out of the room, obviously intending to let Wendy rest. As Wendy sat on the edge of her bed and ran her fingers through her tangled, honey coloured locks she heard, through a strange, dull roar in her ears; the sounds of the happy, eager children and her father trying, and failing, to calm them down. With a heavy heart, Wendy put on her dressing gown, but even with it's weight around her shoulders she still felt chilled to the bone.
Well that's the first chapter, I know it's pretty short, but the next one will be longer!! Please review and let me know if I should even bother to continue lol
Wendy Darling turned and sighed, her deep slumber coming to an end. She frowned, her eyes still closed...something was wrong...something wasn't quite right...instead of the soft layers of grass and leaves she had expected to be lying on she felt the smooth sheen of satin sheets...gone was the fresh, natural scent of the ocean and forest, in it's place was a slightly intoxicating aroma of perfume and lavender oil. Slowly...oh, so slowly Wendy opened her eyes and caught her breath in her throat, the memories of the previous night rushing back...Peter, fighting Hook...Peter, falling...Peter, lying on the deck of the Jolly Roger...Peter, launching himself into the air...Peter, waving goodbye...Peter...gone, "Peter..." Wendy whispered, tears welling up in her eyes, a lump forming in her throat, her heart aching. She sat up and looked around, she was in her own bed, in the nursery, the sunlight streaming in through the still open window. She gazed at the floor, smiling somewhat through her tears; there, scattered all around the room were the lost boys and her brothers, Slightly curled up in her aunt's arms in the rocking chair and in John's bed, still sleeping, a faint smile evident on her beautiful face was her mother. Wendy shifted her eyes to where her father lay, his arms around Michael and Nibs, the look on his face was one she hadn't seen in years, he looked serene and happy, the strain on his face gone, he looked somehow younger.
Wendy lay back down, her hands clutching her sheets, "I should be happy, I'm back where I belong, with my family...a future..." she pondered, "so why does my heart feel as though it will break? Why am I crying as though I shall never be happy again?" Wendy sighed heavily, she knew why; Peter was no longer there, she would never again hear his smug, but irresistible voice, never again see his beautiful sun-kissed, adorably scruffy hair or see his admittedly conceited, trademark grin. Oh, yes, he had promised to visit her, but...inwardly Wendy shook her head, she knew Peter would forget her, even by now she was probably nothing but a dream to him.
As the sleeping forms in room began to stir and awake Wendy hurriedly dried her eyes and drew the covers over her head, pretending to be asleep. Through the cover of her blankets she heard the sleepy voices grow louder and more excited as the boys began to charge around the room in typical form, then the soft shushing of the adults as they herded the boys out of the room, obviously intending to let Wendy rest. As Wendy sat on the edge of her bed and ran her fingers through her tangled, honey coloured locks she heard, through a strange, dull roar in her ears; the sounds of the happy, eager children and her father trying, and failing, to calm them down. With a heavy heart, Wendy put on her dressing gown, but even with it's weight around her shoulders she still felt chilled to the bone.
Well that's the first chapter, I know it's pretty short, but the next one will be longer!! Please review and let me know if I should even bother to continue lol