Peter Pan Fanfiction

Everything But The Girl - Chapter Four

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John gasped and Michael let out a tiny yelp before I covered his mouth with my hands. "This is uhm... Peter," I told him, calmly. The sprite landed on my pillow with her hands on her hips, defiantly bobbing her head back and forth, making jingling noises. "And Tink," I added. "They are from my stories, remember?"

Michael shook his head, no. John stroked his chin, then put a finger in the air exclaiming, "Oh, yes! I remember, but none of the characters had any names. That is, except for Wendy." He looked around, "By the way, where is Wendy?" I flinched. Right here, John, closer than you think.

Peter tapped his foot and scratched his head in deep thought. "You see now," he replied, "that's what I've been wondering. Gwendolynn -"

"Gwen," I corrected him. It was much too formal to be called Gwendolynn constantly.

"Sorry, Gwen," He went on, "described Wendy so well. I feel like I should know her but I don't. She was never in any of my adventures. Gwen described them all perfectly, though... With the addition of Wendy." He shrugged, "Oh well, I guess we'll make an adventure of meeting her! So, then, boys," he floated up into the air, his boyish smile lit the room. "How about flying?"

John jumped up on the bed, disorienting Tink, who flew off to the window, then sent me a fierce glare before zooming away into the night. "Me! Teach me!"

Peter flew about the room in a circle, nearly grazing the wall paper as he did so, but never sending a thing out of place. "Think of everything you enjoy and admire, everything that makes you happy, makes your heart sore, and your body will sore with it!" He laughed enthusiastically, doing a couple of flips before landing in the middle of the room. "You try!"

John took a running leap of the bed, yelling, "SWOOOORDFIGHTIIIING!" I cringed, waiting for him to hit the ground. But he never did. He was just floating about. "Look at me, Gwen! Look! I'm flyyyyyyying!" He flew around at an unbelievable speed.

"You might want to -" Peter began. Just then, John flew into the wall, head first. "Slow down..." Peter laughed weakly.

Michael jumped onto the bed. "Ice cream!" He shouted and jumped off the bed, doing a couple flips before coming up horizontal. "Woooo!" He whooped and hollered.

"Boys!" I hissed, "You mustn't be so loud! You'll wake Mother and Father!" Another reason NOT to go. What about Mom and Dad? They love me and care for me! And I love them, too. I can't just leave them.

"You're turn, Gwen," Peter hovered next to me, holding out his hand. I began to reach out for it when I sighed and shook my head, withdrawing my hand. "What's wrong, now?"

"Nothing, I can't go. It's wrong." I looked over at the crestfallen faces of my brothers. "You two may go if you like, but at the least, I should stay and make sure they know you're safe." Peter gave me a look, letting the boys plead with me. "I can't! I simply can't!"

Peter landed and walked towards me. "You want to go, don't you?" I didn't answer. "Of course you do, no one talks so much and so adoringly about some where they don't want to go. And you want to have adventures, don't you?" I turned away from him. There was no way he was going to shake my resolve. "Of course you do, who doesn't?" Suddenly, I could feel warm breath on my ear. "And you want to see the mermaids, don't you?" Dang, he got me there. I do want to see the mermaids. "And fight the pirates?" Stop it. "And dance with the Indians?" Stop it, stop it, stop it! He put his hands on my waist, "Fly away with me... We'll never have to grow old or tired and we can always have fun together... Always." Then he turned and flung me out into the air.

I shrieked, pulling my knees into my chest. I clenched my eyes shut and put my hands over my head, but nothing happened. Slowly, I opened my left eye. I was floating. No, I was flying! I was flying! "Oh, how spectacular!" I gasped. My smile faded when I saw Peter's triumphant smirk. "You win this round, Pan," I grumbled, but could not hold back the feeling in my chest that this new found freedom gave me. "Oh!" I murmured. "I need to do something first!" I hurriedly grabbed a pen and paper. "Dear Emily," It read, "He came for me."

Peter jumped up to the window's ledge, "To Neverland!" He crowed loudly, then launched himself off the sill and into the cool morning air. John, Michael and I followed suit.

To Neverland, huh?

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AN: Kind of a short chapter, sorry. I'm going to try to update this as often as I can. Please Review!