Wendy gazed out the window, hoping that Peter wouldn't forget to come, as
he did from time to time. She turned away from the opening to gaze at her
skinny, pale descendent who was tossing restlessly in her sleep. Though she
was in therapy, Tabitha never had gotten over her mother's death, and she
was slowly dying. Wendy did not know how she knew this, but she did.
Tabitha was dying, she had lost a large piece of her soul that afternoon
those three fateful years ago and she couldn't live without it.
A boy's elven featured face peeked into the window.
"Hello Wendy-lady!" Peter called, floating upside down outside the window. "I've come for Margaret for the spring cleaning!"
Wendy smiled sadly and moved off the seat, letting Peter fly in. "Peter, Margaret's already grown up. And she's been dead for the past three years."
Peter's face fell. "But who will be my mother then? Who will sew me pockets and tell me stories?"
"I don't know Peter. I think Margaret's daughter has already grown up too much to come to Neverland. She's fifteen, and I wonder if she has any happy thoughts left." Wendy replied, reaching out to touch the boy's face. "You can try though, Peter."
Peter was already flying over to the bed where the girl in question slept. "She's asleep, Wendy-lady! The rest of you were never asleep!"
"Wake her up then Peter." Wendy replied, and whispered under her breath. "I hope you can help her… She needs to have a childhood."
Peter gently shook Tabitha's shoulders, while Wendy looked at him closely. "Peter.. Have you gotten bigger? You are no longer the nine-year-old boy I flew off the Neverland with those many years ago, of that I am certain."
Pan glanced over at Wendy, ignoring her question. "She won't wake up."
Wendy got up from her seat and took a glass of ice water from beside Tabitha's bed. She pulled down the covers and threw the water over the girls sleeping form. Tabitha shrieked and sat up, glancing at the digital clock from beside the bed. She turned to her great-grandmother, glaring daggers.
"Why in the bloody 'ell did you wake me up so rudely on a Saturday morning at three AM?!" She spat.
"Watch your mouth, young lady. Tabitha, Peter's here for you." Wendy glared back at her great-granddaughter. "Say hello to Tabitha Summer Moira Pan Arantee, Peter Pan."
Tabitha looked incredulous. " What? Peter…? Blast it... Who the 'ell... ?" She glanced over to where Peter was standing, slightly in shadow. Her eyes widened and she rubbed them briefly, then she shook her head and turned back to her grandmother. "Uh... Can I go back to sleep now?"
Wendy sighed and nodded. Tabitha was fast asleep in the blink of an eye. Her great-grandmother turned to Peter. "I'm sorry Peter. If you really want her as a mother, you may have to stay here for a bit longer. She'll be up before dawn, and coherent as well."
Peter nodded, a bit bewildered by Tabitha's actions. "The Lost Boys will be able to get along without me for a little bit. The old codfish has been quiet for a bit."
Wendy took him downstairs to wait for Tabitha to wake up.
A boy's elven featured face peeked into the window.
"Hello Wendy-lady!" Peter called, floating upside down outside the window. "I've come for Margaret for the spring cleaning!"
Wendy smiled sadly and moved off the seat, letting Peter fly in. "Peter, Margaret's already grown up. And she's been dead for the past three years."
Peter's face fell. "But who will be my mother then? Who will sew me pockets and tell me stories?"
"I don't know Peter. I think Margaret's daughter has already grown up too much to come to Neverland. She's fifteen, and I wonder if she has any happy thoughts left." Wendy replied, reaching out to touch the boy's face. "You can try though, Peter."
Peter was already flying over to the bed where the girl in question slept. "She's asleep, Wendy-lady! The rest of you were never asleep!"
"Wake her up then Peter." Wendy replied, and whispered under her breath. "I hope you can help her… She needs to have a childhood."
Peter gently shook Tabitha's shoulders, while Wendy looked at him closely. "Peter.. Have you gotten bigger? You are no longer the nine-year-old boy I flew off the Neverland with those many years ago, of that I am certain."
Pan glanced over at Wendy, ignoring her question. "She won't wake up."
Wendy got up from her seat and took a glass of ice water from beside Tabitha's bed. She pulled down the covers and threw the water over the girls sleeping form. Tabitha shrieked and sat up, glancing at the digital clock from beside the bed. She turned to her great-grandmother, glaring daggers.
"Why in the bloody 'ell did you wake me up so rudely on a Saturday morning at three AM?!" She spat.
"Watch your mouth, young lady. Tabitha, Peter's here for you." Wendy glared back at her great-granddaughter. "Say hello to Tabitha Summer Moira Pan Arantee, Peter Pan."
Tabitha looked incredulous. " What? Peter…? Blast it... Who the 'ell... ?" She glanced over to where Peter was standing, slightly in shadow. Her eyes widened and she rubbed them briefly, then she shook her head and turned back to her grandmother. "Uh... Can I go back to sleep now?"
Wendy sighed and nodded. Tabitha was fast asleep in the blink of an eye. Her great-grandmother turned to Peter. "I'm sorry Peter. If you really want her as a mother, you may have to stay here for a bit longer. She'll be up before dawn, and coherent as well."
Peter nodded, a bit bewildered by Tabitha's actions. "The Lost Boys will be able to get along without me for a little bit. The old codfish has been quiet for a bit."
Wendy took him downstairs to wait for Tabitha to wake up.