Heey Peter Pan LOVERS :) xox here's the next chapter! ENJOY and i will update as soon as possible :) xoxx

14 Oct - for those of you who are wondering about the update but there is no new chapter its because i have just added a little extra to the ending from Melanie's POV. Everything from Peter's POV is the same so those who have read this chapter can just skip ahead to Mel's POV
soz if this confused anyone ENJOY and i will update properly soon :D xox

Chapter 6

Peter's POV

The icy wind sliced at my face as I flew to Earth, passing the other millions of stars and planets. I owed it to Melanie to take this trip considering it was my fault she was trapped in Neverland, even if she didn't know it. It was my fault Hook was able to get out of Neverland in the first place. The curse was my entire fault and it started all because I was bored. I was the reason all the stolen children were kidnapped because I ordered the ship to be covered in fairy dust so it could fly. I did it for Wendy, so she could get home because that was what she wanted and it only led to trouble. I never told anyone that the blame was on me because I was scared of how they would react, that they would be angry. I felt so guilty whenever I saw any of the stolen children but Melanie was special and for some reason I wanted to help her especially, like I owed her more than the other children. 'But you do owe her more' said the voice in my head, 'You are the reason she is so special'. I tried to hide the guilt when I was around her but I was never good at hiding my feelings. Wendy could always tell what was wrong.

A stab of grief pierced my chest at the thought of Wendy and I distracted myself with trying to find Melanie's house. I followed the most recent trail of fairy dust that was still lingering in the air from Hook's trip to Melanie's home. Earth had changed so much since I was last here. There were metal boxes zooming past along black strips on the ground and there was so much noise and light. As I neared houses I could see images and noises coming out of thin rectangular boxes mounted on walls and light coming from little globes in the ceiling. The clothes were so different as well. There were girls wearing pants, some pants that were so short they showed off their entire leg and their shirts were so tight, showing off the curves of their figure. Everything was so informal as well, in Wendy's time it was all about looking presentable and being well mannered but now everyone looked casual and baggy. I zoomed past windows until I found the one I was searching for. The window was already open and lead into a small tidy bedroom; Melanie's bedroom.

I stepped inside and looked around, picking up little bits and pieces off of cabinets and the dresser. There was a bed with a table by its head, a dresser laden with makeup and hair accessories, a chest of drawers and a large bookcase covering an entire wall. There were posters on the walls of different people all dressed up and posing for the picture. Melanie's bed was small, a single, and there was a book resting on the top blanket as if someone had dropped it. I picked it up and studied the cover. I couldn't read but I recognised my own name, Peter Pan was printed on the front cover. Melanie had been reading this book, a book about me, when Hook had kidnapped her. I tucked it into my belt to give to her when I got back. I walked over to the door and opened it a crack. I squeaked like a mouse whose tail had been stood on. Wincing at the noise I slipped through the crack and into a brightly lit hallway, running straight into a tall skinny woman. We both yelped and jumped away from each other. The lady composed herself first.

"What are you doing in my home?" She choked out. "I'll ring the police and have you charged with breaking and entering!"

"Your home? Are Melanie's mum?" I asked. The lady looked taken aback by the question and her eyes welled with tears. She was tall and skinny with rectangular glasses on her nose. She looked nothing like Melanie except that they both had the same shaped face. This woman had black hair and brown eyes with washed out freckles along her nose that made her look younger. There were creases on her forehead from frowning and her eyes were red from crying. Melanie had said she was very protective and worried a lot but behind the stress lines there were creases along her eyes and mouth from years of smiling and laughing. She may have been happy once but now she looked forlorn and worn out.

"Melanie, my dear Melanie." The tears spilled over and she gripped the wall for support.

"I have a message from Melanie." I wanted to get out of here. I couldn't handle adults when they cried and I felt awkward.

"You know where Melanie is!" She gripped my shoulders, "Is she here? Can you take me to her?" She was in hysterics now and was shaking my shoulders roughly. I slid out of her grip and took a step back.

"She's trapped in Neverland and can't leave because of the curse. I came here to give you a message." Melanie's mum was leaning forward now, listening intently to what I was saying but the disbelief was apparent on her face.

"Neverland, buts that's a fairytale."She shook her head in denial. "Tell me what happened to my daughter!" She demanded.

"No, it's true. My name is Peter Pan and your daughter was kidnapped by Captain Hook." I explained, "She can't come home because Neverland has a curse on it so she and the other stolen kids can never leave." I saw the realisation hit her and her eyes widened, "I'm sorry," I added as an afterthought.

"I will never see my baby again." The tears started anew. "But she isn't dead, at least she is alive."

"Melanie gave me a message. She wants me to tell you that she's safe and that she loves you and for you not to worry about her." Melanie's mum looked up.

"You will take care of her?" I nodded. "Tell her I love her and miss her and give her this for me." Before I knew what was happening Melanie's mum came towards me and gave me a kiss. I stepped back in astonishment. She just kissed me! "Promise you will give that to her!" Melanie's mum pleaded. "Promise you will take care of her for me!"

"I promise." I said automatically, knowing I would keep by that promise and take care of Melanie.

"And this," Melanie's mum reached around to the back of her neck and after fiddling for a bit, pulled out the necklace that was hidden under her blouse. "Give her this too." She handed me the necklace and I grasped it in my hand before wrapping it around my belt next to the book.

"She loved that story." Melanie's mum gestured to the book. "I guess it's about you. She always wished to go to Neverland and have adventures there." Melanie's mum looked sadly at the floor, the tears running down her cheek.

"I promise to take her on lots of adventures." I stepped forward and put my hand on her shoulder. She looked up.

"Thank you." Melanie's mum nodded, still crying, and stumbled away into another room. I took that as my cue to leave and went back into Melanie's room, stopping to grab a few of her clothes, books and a picture on shiny paper of her and her mother and a man and little boy I didn't recognise. They looked similar to Melanie. 'They must be her father and brother' I thought to myself. Stuffing all this stuff into a bag I jumped out the window and flew back to Neverland. They whole trip only one thought circled my mind, 'I have to kiss Melanie'.

Melanie's POV

I watched as Peter flew away and disappeared over the tree tops. I went down the passageway and came into the large underground room that served as the living room for Peter, the Lost Boys and the Stolen Children. 'Don't forget you; you live here now as well'. I sighed and walked over to the table in the centre of the room. I was so glad Peter was going to visit my mum but without him here I didn't know what to do. No one had shown me around the underground home so I didn't know where I was to sleep and all the children were off playing games. I wasn't brave enough to go looking for a place to sleep, I was pretty sure I would get lost if I ventured into the tunnels at the end of the room. Looking around I noticed the bookshelf on the side of the room and decided it wouldn't hurt to have a look at the weird objects it displayed.

The first thing I noticed was the silver thimble resting on a cushion of soft leaves. I picked it up. 'This is the thimble Wendy gave Peter'. I felt a pang of sympathy for Peter, he loved Wendy and all he had left of her was this thimble. I also felt something else – jealousy perhaps? I shooed the thought away and replaced the thimble on the bookcase. There were many other little bits-and-bobs on display, a rusty hook with barbs at the sharp end, and some pieces of gold treasure, an old worn teddy bear with one of its eyes dangling by a thread and a length of thread with beautiful shiny pink and white pearls beaded along it.

Eventually I reached the books that were stacked in one corner. I selected the one with the blue hard cover and opened it. It was filled with neat cursive hand writing similar to how my grandmother had written. The letters were fancy and looked as if the writer had taken a lot of care when printing it. I flicked through and noticed a title, 'Cinderella and the Pirates' and about halfway through the book another title read, 'Peter and the Lost Treasure'. I quickly skimmed through the other books and found them filled with stories as well. As I was flicking through a piece of yellowed paper fell from between the pages of one of the books. It was a letter addressed to Peter from Wendy.

Dear Peter,

I know you can't read and that me writing this is probably a waste of time as you will probably never find out what it says but I guess that is why I am writing it. I can't tell you in person so I am taking my mother's advice and writing a letter instead. I think I take comfort in the fact that you can't read what I am writing but part of me hopes that one day you will learn and be able to understand it. You would think that fighting pirates would make me braver but I am still scared to tell you this in person; I love you. But the fact that you can't have feelings deters me from staying here where I can't feel that love in return and I think the urge to go home to mother and father is too great for me to resist. I am sorry to leave but I miss my mother and father too much and I wish to grow up and experience life. I wish you would come with me and I am sorry to be taking the Lost Boys away from you but I'm certain that there will be more silly boys that fall out of their prams and into Neverland. I filled these books with stories of your adventures so that even though I will be gone you will still have our adventures. Like I said before, I know you can't read but I hope one day you learn, and if not, I am sure another mother will come to Neverland soon to tell wonderful stories. And one day you will find someone, another mother, who loves you enough to stay in Neverland, but for now, these books are my parting gift.

Love, Wendy

I rubbed my eyes to stop the tears from overflowing, I had cried enough today. Poor Wendy and poor Peter. Wendy for loving someone who doesn't realise he loves her to and then Peter suffering when he finally realises his feelings and it's too late. I replaced the letter back between the pages of the book it had fallen from and placed it onto the shelf. I picked up the blue book I had first looked at and walked over to the fireplace; sitting in the big comfy arm chair I began to read Wendy's stories. "One day you will find someone, another mother, who loves you enough to stay in Neverland". I was the new mother, Wendy's replacement, though I wasn't here by choice and I wasn't staying because I loved Peter, I was trapped and could never leave. 'I could never really replace Wendy, be the person Peter wants,' I thought sourly. I shouldn't think that, it's not Peter's fault I'm stuck here, and it hasn't been all bad. Oh, who am I kidding, my first experience in Neverland has been crappy, not to mention painful. I looked at the scars on my hand. At least I have Peter who's been kind to me, from saving my life to going to Earth to visit my mother for me. I fell asleep in the chair beside the fireplace with the book in my hands and thoughts of Peter running through my head.