A/N: Here's the second part. And of course, please review, but don't flame!
Oh, and I'm not forgetting it this time;
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan. Peter Pan was created by J. M. Barrie.
- The Nursery -
Wendy just finished telling a story to the boys, when she thought she heard something by the window. Could it be…? She rushed to the window, and looked outside.
Nothing.
She sighed. She was beginning to imagine things. Just as she turned around to tell the boys that it was time to go to bed, she heard something again. This time she was sure that she had not imagined it. She ran back to the window. Just as she looked out, she saw something green slip away above her. She looked behind her, at the boys, who were all wrestling with each other, and not really focusing on anything else. Then she leaned out of the window, and said softly:
"Peter? Peter, is that you?"
Slowly Peter floated down from the roof.
"Peter, what are you doing here?" Wendy asked, keeping a straight face, even though inside she was jumping with joy.
"I just… You know… I just came to hear a story. It's been really quiet in the hide-out since you all left." Peter said, blushing a bit.
"Oh." Wendy felt a bit disappointed that the stories were his only reason. "Well, the next time that you come, you can just come in. You are going to come again, right?" Wendy asked, suddenly worried. He had to come again. What if he wouldn't come anymore now that she had found out that he had been listening again? Nonsense, she told herself. Her discovering he was listening was no reason for him to stay away. She was just being paranoid.
"Of course." Peter said. "But I'm perfectly fine with listening by the window. I don't want to be inside when your parents come in."
"Oh, but that's no problem." Wendy said quickly. "They never come in before it's time to go to bed. Besides, I don't think Mother would mind you being here very much."
"I don't know. Well, see you next time, Wendy." Peter said, before abruptly turning around and flying away. Wendy sighed, before turning around and seeing all the boys stare at her. After a few seconds a silence, they all suddenly began to talk, to ask questions and to scream excitingly.
"Wendy, was that Peter?"
"It was Peter!"
"Why was Peter here?"
"Is Peter coming back?"
Wendy laughed. "Boys, calm down! Yes, that was Peter, and he'll come to visit us soon again! He wants to hear stories too." All the boys cheered.
Suddenly a booming voice sounded through the room: "Who is Peter and why and when is he coming?" It was Mr. Darling.
"Peter is our leader!" Tootles yelled enthusiastically. "And he's coming to hear Wendy's-"
At that point Slightly had clapped his hand over Tootles' mouth.
"Peter is no-one father, honestly. He's just someone we made up!" Wendy said quickly. A bit too quickly.
"It most certainly didn't sound like that." Her father said angrily. "So this Peter-person is the reason why you always keep the window open? Does he climb up the wall or something? Well, I'll tell you something, young lady! I don't want you seeing someone who apparently isn't even decent enough to come through the front door. That window is going to get a new lock. And I shall be the one with the key!"
Wendy paled. If the window was closed, then it wasn't possible for Peter to listen to her stories! And then he wouldn't come back anymore…
"Oh no, please father, don't!" She pleaded, but to no avail. Her father was already walking away, not responding. Wendy panicked. She had to speak to Peter. But Peter had just left. She could only hope that he would be back before the new lock would be placed, so she could at least warn him that he should be careful if he ever tried to come once again. Because her father would be on his guard from now on.
It had been silent for a while, but now all the boys had started to talk, scream, run and panic. Wendy sat down, feeling too numb to do anything.