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Note: This takes place during the movie, not before or afterwards
This is right after peter's swim in the mineral dust and his first flying lesson. This will have a longer timeline that the movie for the fic's purpose.
Michael was the first to open his eyes. His brother and sister followed suit. They gazed around the world. It wasn't their world, it was another. A strange world that had once only belonged to fairy tales but now stood before them.
"Wendy?" John stuttered. "We're not in London anymore, are we?"
Wendy shook her head. She wasn't sure exactly where they were, but it was definitely not London. The sky was not the light blue with puffy clouds, instead it was a paint canvas filled with bright reds and yellows.
Trees, beautiful trees like she had never seen before stood around her. Before she could utter a word, Her bothers had darted around. From the distance she heard small laugh, and a tiny jingle. Within a blink, a large knife or a small sword, whatever it was she could not make it out, was in right in front of her and her brothers.
Michael and John froze. Wendy felt herself freezing as well. A boy with raven and silver streaked hair stared at them. He was the holder of the weapon. His eyes were dangerous, and mischievous. Unsure of what to do, She glanced over at her brothers.
This wasn't the type of danger she imagined, for this was real. Michael clung to John. Usually when frightened, mother would hold them tight, Nana would rub against their legs, and father would say that nothing could harm them, because he wouldn't let them. But here they were, no mother, no Nana and no father.
Wendy summed up the small amounts of courage she had. She was elder; it was up to her to keep her brothers safe. Frightened for her life, Wendy stepped in front of her brothers. Holding her head high, she pushed them back a bit.
"Do not harm my brothers" She declared. The boy she was addressing to glanced up and down her and her brothers, examining them.
Peter looked them over. These children were from London, he could tell. He also saw how they were wearing their school uniforms; they were obvious of a higher class. A small pang filled his stomach. It reminded him how people of higher classes, especially the true wealthy, had looked down upon he and his crew when they were pickpocketing. His thoughts flooded back to his crew, his friends, how they were here, and how Jimmy was….practically gone.
He lowered his weapon. They weren't going to harm him, he knew that for a fact, they were probably to spoiled to even move a muscle. The girl, obviously the oldest one, held her head as if she were a lady. She was almost one, not quite at the age yet, like he was not quite at the age to be man either. He was still a boy, and she was still a girl, and now that she and her brothers were neverland, they wouldn't age a day.
"Who are you?" He asked.
The taller boy, with the dark hair and glasses, moved away from his sister.
"I'm John" He said. He reached out his hand. Peter stared at it. The children definitely were raised with manners. Peter didn't shake it, he kept his stance.
The youngest and smallest boy leaped away from girl as well.
"Hello, I'm Michael" The boy chirped. Peter smiled at the young boy. The kid reminded him of Fox when he had first met him, and once again a sadden memory flooded into his mind. He brushed it away, turning to the girl.
"Wendy" She muttered. She wasn't quite sure what to make of this strange boy. He had silver in his hair and on his face, in fact it was all over his clothes as well.
Peter mouthed her name to himself. It tumbled around over and over, it echoed around for a moment, as if it were a name he was always supposed to know
"Peter" He replied.
"Pleasure" Wendy responded with a bland tone. She felt his name on the tip of tongue. She wanted to repeat out loud, but she swallowed the word, hoping it wouldn't slip out.
Peter put away his knife and slowly walked around them. "So, you were brought here by the orb as well"
"That's what that thing was!" Wendy exclaimed. He nodded his head.
"It brought me and my crew here" Peter explained. John and Michael had their turn of pushing their sister behind them.
"Is there any way back to London?" John inquired. Peter nodded his head, and explained that there was a second one on the island. For a moment their faces were lit up, only to be let down when Peter explained that he had no idea where it was.
"Is your crew safe?" Wendy asked.
Peter blinked at the girl. Her eyes were daring him to do something stupid, each time he looked at them. They reminded him of islands, small bits of green surrounded by blue.
"Will you take my brothers to them" She said. Wendy's head was throbbing. All she knew was that she was responsible for the fate of John and Michael. Whatever happened to her didn't matter as long as they went home safe and sound.
John and Michael had once again been distracted by the fascinated scenery. John was gazing at things such as plants and rock formations while Michael was simply repeating that everything was pretty.
Wendy looked over at peter, staring at his eyes. They were dark, tortured, but innocent and child-like. It frightened but excited her. His eyes were telling her to run away, runaway from all things that only adults had to worry about.
She waited for him to answer her. It was almost like an eternity waiting. His head was at war within itself it seemed. But fortunate for her, the battle had calmed down long enough for him to say he would take her brothers to safety. He kept glancing over at Michael though.
"But you'll have to wait" Peter said causing the girl to frown. "Till tomorrow" He had done that partly because of his wound and partly because he knew it would annoy her.
This girl drove him mad, once again bringing a memory of him and Jimmy. They had discussed about this, one time, how certain girls existed only to drive boys mad. He had always thought Jimmy was making it up, but now he understood.