A/N: Hello, all who is reading! I forgot a disclaimer on my first chapter, so here it is.
I do not own Peter Pan. Every plot, character and idea belongs to J.M Barrie, the fantastically amazing author. Although this time, in my version of Peter Pan, some of the plots are my idea. By the way, if you've ever seen the 2003 version of Peter Pan with Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd-wood, this is what I'm writing after. So it's set in the 2003 Peter Pan. So please, enjoy this chapter!
Peter Pan- Chap 2. Neverland
With a fresh new cut underneath her left eye, Wendy miserably got into the cold, unfamiliar sheets of her bed. She was now in her new room, and immediately missed John and Michael.
She didn't want to grow up, she didn't want to become a lady, and she most certainly didn't want to spend all of her time with Aunt Millicent. That's exactly what she'd been doing, having lady-lessons with her awful Aunt, who felt the need to slap poor Wendy on the bottom at least twice every lesson.
Wendy's plan was to pretend to go to sleep in her dreadfully unchildish room, wearing a tank top and plain white shorts for the adventures she would surely experience, but once her family were settled in bed, she would slip out of her room and into the nursery with John and Michael, where she would hope her knight in shining green leavery would come to rescue her. While she was going over this in her head, she smiled to herself. I am being quite immature..
She couldn't care less, though. Immature was exactly what her parents didn't want her to be, so she was all for it.
Once she deemed everyone asleep, she got out of bed and quietly crept to her door. Luckily the doors didn't squeak, for when she pulled it open, no sound was to be heard.
She tiptoed down the hallway, dodging the spot on the floor where she knew creaked, and reached the nursery door with no trouble.
Much to her happiness, the door was opened ajar, so she slipped inside and saw the very boy that had consumed her thoughts for the past twenty-four hours, waiting at the window.
Wendy closed the nursery door, and quickly ran to the thankfully unlocked window, flinging it open and beaming at Peter.
He flew in, signature smirk playing on his lips. "Wendy, I have come for you!"
"Oh, Peter!" Wendy cried. "M-may John and Michael come?"
Peter looked at Wendy questioningly, and she laughed. "My brothers!"
Realisation finally dawned on Peter's face, and he looked almost.. relieved? "Why, of course."
Wendy beamed again, and ran to her brother's beds to wake them up. "John, Michael, wake up! Peter Pan is here to take us to Neverland," John and Michael groaned and turned themselves away from Wendy's cries. "For good!"
At this, Peter quickly went to Wendy and grabbed her upper arm, guiding her to the other side of the room.
"For good? You really mean it?" asked Peter in disbelief.
Wendy looked at Peter confusedly. "Yes, of course. What else did you expect?"
Peter looked excited now. "N-nothing," he replied. Then, hesitating slightly, he put a hand out to Wendy's bruised face, but she flinched away. "Wendy, what happened to your face?" Peter looked genuinely concerned, which was a new feeling for him. He was quite shocked at himself, but quickly dismissed the thought.
Wendy had a faraway look in her eye as she refused to answer Peter, and then she gave a sort of grimace.
Clearing her throat, she says, "Can, uh, we please just wake John and Michael and leave here."
Peter was slightly distressed. Why would a young teenager like her be acting like this? Were her parents not loving? Perhaps they weren't. "Ok." Peter replied, flying upwards and sitting cross-legged upside down on the ceiling. Wendy immediately felt herself smile as she looked up at Peter. He smiled back, and she felt her heart flutter.
Quickly walking back over to her brothers, Wendy started shaking them harder. "Come on, you two!"
John sat up in bed, obviously frustrated. "What, Wendy?" His eyes wandered to the ceiling, where Peter was still sitting upside down, and his mouth dropped open. Wendy laughed.
"Now do you see, John? Peter's here to take us away for good! Peter Pan, to Neverland! Oh, John, we won't have to live here in this ghastly place!"
So that's why she wouldn't speak.. Peter thought to himself. He flew down to meet John, and bowed down low.
John's eyes were wide, his mouth still open. Then, without warning, he scrambled out of bed and ran at Peter, who looked positively alarmed, and saluted him.
Wendy laughed louder, and then said, "Now all we have to do is wake Michael up."
Peter looked rather reluctant, which made Wendy laugh again, and he stayed back a bit with John staring admiringly at him.
One yawning John Darling and a once-again uncomfortable Peter Pan later, they were ready to leave.
Peter was about to fly out the window when Wendy stopped him. "Peter! H-how do we get to.. to Neverland?"
Peter looked confused for a moment, but then said, "Oh, yeah! You just think happy thoughts and they lift," Peter flies upwards and does a somersault. "You into the air!"
John gasps and then quickly jumps onto his bed. "Pirates, swords," he jumps off his bed. "Napoleon!"
It looks for a moment as though he's flying, and John makes a noise of triumph as he flaps his arms in the air. But then he starts to sink, and finally tumbles into the dollhouse.
"John, be careful!" Wendy hisses. "Not so loud!"
Peter laughs, then says, "I just remembered. You need something else.." he scratches his head in contemplation, then clicks his fingers. "Fairy dust!"
"Fairy dust?"
"Fairy dust!" then Peter whistles and a little ball of light comes whizzing in from the window.
On closer inspection, the three Darling siblings saw that it was a fairy. She had golden blonde hair in a pretty little bun, and a pea-green dress. She was absolutely adorable, and her name was Tinkerbell.
Wendy gasped. "An actual fairy is in this very room!"
Tinkerbell stared menacingly at Wendy. Obviously she didn't like seeing other girls around Peter.
Nevertheless, Peter grabbed Tinkerbell, much to the little fairy's angry jingling, and shook her over John and Michael, sending little sprinkles of golden dust over them. They immediately lifted into the air, and Michael whooped and cheered.
Wendy laughed and smiled up at them, and then turned around because she felt Peter tap her on the shoulder. He smiled at her, and held out his hand to reveal the same dust that had been sprinkled on Wendy's brothers. Peter blew the fairy dust in Wendy's face, and instead of having an unpleasant sneezing fit, she merely lifted off the ground like her brothers.
"Wey hey!" John cried happily. "I say, I will have to go to the bathroom before we leave."
"Me too!" Michael interjected, and the boys flew out the room. Wendy hoped they were smart enough to be quiet about it.
Wendy turned to Peter, and he was looking interestedly around her room.
"Uh, Peter," Wendy said, stepping a little closer to him. "I appreciate you taking my brothers and I away from here. I would very much like to give you a.. to give you a kiss."
Peter stared blankly at Wendy, and then held out his hand.
Wendy stared puzzled at it. "Don't you know what a kiss is?"
"I shall know when you give me one."
Wendy stared at Peter, trying to figure out if he was joking or not, and decided to play along with his game. She placed a thimble in Peter's hand, and he looked down at it.
No emotion whatsoever, but Wendy was barely containing her giggles.
"I suppose.. I should give you one now." Peter said slowly.
Wendy smiled. "If you like." Then she leaned forward and closed her eyes. Peter looked at her with a confused expression, and picked an acorn off his leaf clothing. Holding it up to Wendy's face, he cleared his throat.
She opened her eyes quickly and stared at the acorn, just staring.
Then a smile broke out on her pretty face, and she took the "kiss" from Peter. "Thank you."
Wendy ran to her dressing table, and got a chain to put the acorn on. "How old are you, Peter?"
"Can't be too sure. Time means nothing in Neverland. I think fifteen. Wait, yeah. Fifteen." Peter replied.
Just then, Michael and John came in quickly, looking panic-stricken. "Quick! Go, we have to leave now! They're awake!"
Wendy's eyes went wide with horror, and she quickly extracted a happy thought from her mind; The first time she saw Peter. That was all she had, for who can have such a happy childhood if you're beaten and hurt for most of it?
Wendy flew up, along with Peter, John and Michael, just as Mr and Mrs Darling, clad in their pyjamas and dressing gowns, burst into the room.
"Get back here!" Mr Darling spat, sprinting to the window, but he was too late.
All he could see now was four specks and a hint of light, flying into the distance.
He gave a cry of outrage and ran out of the room.
Wendy laughed along with her brothers as they flew through the chilly London air. She'd never felt so free.
Wendy was enjoying herself so much she didn't even see Big Ben right in front of her, and she screamed and put her hands up in front of her.
Luckily though, Peter grabbed her arm and swerved her away from the big, clanging building into the safety of space. Yes, they were traveling so fast they could already see poor little Pluto, as small as ever!
Peter told John to hold his ankle, and pass it on.
"Michael, hold onto my ankle!"
"Wendy, hold onto my ankle!"
And they were whooshing at such a speed that Wendy thought her face would fly off. But it was exciting, and Wendy laughed with Peter as John and Michael screamed for all they were worth.
"Hold on as tight as you can!" Peter shouted back at them.
There was a flash of blinding light and then they were all falling, except for Peter, of course, through the air. They landed on some pink, fluffy clouds and took in their surroundings.
Clear, forget-me-not blue sky, pink, fluffy clouds, the beautiful yet eerie sound of mermaids singing below.
This could only be Neverland.