(Author's note: Short on some peoples perspective, but it's finals week and
it's hard to find time to write, 'cause I would rather be sleeping. : )
Anyway, happy chinese new years monkeys! (Yes Sam, that includes you!) So
yes, I don't own Peter Pan..and..err...Huzzuh!)
His Story
It was an amazing feeling that Wendy couldn't describe, and would never be able to. She was flying, and fully concious at that. Weaving through the streets and up and over the houses, she felt free. The clouds were parting, and the moonbeams were sneaking through them. They danced apon her wild hair, sending it glinting behind her in long streaks. She laughed childishly as Peter took her hand and brought her into the sky, straight for the moon.
Peter's smile and laughter had Wendy entranced as they flew up through the clouds. The moon only seemed an arms-length away, but Wendy had no desire to touch it, only to touch him.
Peter took both of Wendy's hands as they leaped out of reality, finding themselves surrounded by the unknowns of other worlds. It was quite a beautiful thing to admire, but both Peter nor Wendy were admiring it, just eachother.
They swirled and danced apon an air that didn't seem to exist. One thing that was stars in one moment, was water in the next, and Peter had always been proud of it. This was his secret passageway, where only those worthwhile could go.
Following nothing in paticular, Peter flew under Wendy and led her down to a wall of stars. Like many years before, he smiled and ran his finger along the wall, finding it to ripple as if it were water. Wendy laughed as she followed his hand, feeling the cold trickle of water under her fingers.
The stars began to dim and blend through with the setting sun. Peter led Wendy up and soon they were among pink clouds, hovering above the beautiful place known as Neverland.
To lay eyes on the place she thought she would never see again only brought tears to her eyes. Peter looked just as happy as she, which made her wonder.
"Peter, where have you been all this time?" She asked lightly as they admired the view. Peter glanced at her, then quickly turned away. "London." He said simply, then began to fly towards the island. She didn't push the subject any further as she followed him.
He landed lightly and looked around as if it had been years since he'd seen the place. Wendy believed it had been that long, and felt pity for him. They walked for some time without a sound to Wendy's surprise, expecting him to fly instead. Once they reached the hideout, Wendy noticed it looked exactly the same as she left it.
"Nothing ever changes..." Wendy spoke as they gazed up at the old tree. Peter turned around and smiled at her, "..except us," he added, reaching for her hand once again. She took it, and he led her to the top entryway, where only flyers such as Peter and Tink could enter. Now Wendy was one of them, and wasn't exactly sure how. She had so many questions, but she knew they could wait.
As she flew through the top entryway, she was amazed at how clean the underground home was. It seemed as if they had never left, only another wonder that Neverland had to offer.
As if reading her mind, Peter smiled, "Tink and the fairies have been keeping things tidy for me." Wendy laughed at his use of the word 'tidy,' realizing how much he really had changed.
Wendy looked at Peter who seemed extremely pleased with himself, then ran her gaze to the floor. "Peter...do you mind doing me a favor?" she asked, putting on her most girlish, luring face she could.
Peter was caught and he smiled, "Anything," he said simply, holding his hands out as if he would offer the whole underground to her.
"Well..." she thought for a moment, knowing what she was about to bring up was a touchy subject, "...since I have told you many stories...I would hope you could tell me one of your adventures...in return?" She wasn't sure if she had stated it correctly, but Peter only beamed, obviously not understanding at all what she was trying to lure him into. "Why of course! Which one would you like to hear? The time I cut off Cook's hand and threw it to the crocodile? Or maybe the time when I saved the Lost Boys from the clutches of the Redskins?" The child in Peter became apparent in him as he floated in the air crosslegged, becoming extremely giggly.
Wendy raised her eyebrows in sympathy, "Uhmm...no. I was hoping you could tell me of your adventures in London..." she stared at him hopefully, putting a sweet smile on her face.
Peter's face fell as he drifted down to the ground. "London? Why?"
"Because I want to know what you have been doing all this time! Where have you been staying? Where did you get the support from? Did you go to school? Did you have a job? Why exactly did you come back? Why didn't you ever visit me? I just don't understand..." Wendy was beginning to become hysterical with her curiousity, and she was trying very hard to control it.
Peter looked at her sadly, realizing he wouldn't be able to hide what happened as he had hoped. "I'll tell you." He said simply, "...but not here."
Wendy looked down at him curiously as he rose to his feet, reaching for her hand once again. She got a lovely chill down her spine every time their hands touched, like his power was soaring through her. He lifted off the ground and flew through the top exit, Wendy right beside him.
The sun had set, yet despite how dark it was, Peter seemed to know where he was going. The soared over the trees at an amazing rate to the other side of the island. Rising smoke could be seen where the Redskins inhabited, and around there a jungle with mysterious, twinkling lights that were scattered about. Wendy remembered the place well...it was where Peter and she had danced with the faeries under the moon.
A wave of sadness hit her as they descended from the sky. They both landed lightly in the jungle, near a giant tree lit with the bodies of the unknown. Peter released her hand and motioned her to follow, puting his finger to his lips as a sign to be quiet. They walked away from the tree and deeper into the forest, where the trees grew taller and more ancient. Wendy could feel a magical aura here, and almost felt like she could use whatever magic there was, untill Peter yanked on her arm and sent her into a sitting position under some thick branches.
He was sitting cross-legged across from her, and it seemed the branches and leaves had enclosed around them, creating a sort of shelter. She wasn't able to see much untill something between them began to glow. It was a simple crystal ball that casted a blue light apon them, and Peter smiled.
Wendy only stared, but didn't question. She just sort of sat there, not exactly sure what to say. Peter took a deep breath and reached for the crystal, casting strange shadows across the floor.
"So you wish to know...what I have been doing all this time..." The crystal in his palm shot out a ray of brilliant colors, as if it was going to help him tell the story. Wendy grew nervous as she watched him, the colors slowly turning darker, and they began to move, transforming into shapes and figures. "I'm not as good as you in telling stories." He said, almost darkly.
The crystal was cracking as it lit up again, becoming brighter and brighter. Soon, the crystal cracked entirely and split, spilling out white light that Wendy couldn't see past. She tried reaching Peter, calling his name, but he wasn't there. The walls of branches weren't there, the ground wasn't there...nothing was there.
Her eyes felt as if they were closed as she attempted to walk on nothing. She could see herself, her nightgown with the thick robe over...but that was all.
Suddenly, it was getting dark, and Wendy had then accepted the fact that she was going blind. That of course, was not the case, for then Wendy was able to see white specs in the now black terrain.
"Stars!" she cried, running towards them. Before she could reach one, something huge sprouted from the ground in great allacrity. She jumped back as she realized it was a building...one she had seen before.
Before she could go deeper into thought, sparkles and mist covered the ground as buildings and sidewalks began to grow and take shapes.
Wendy found herseld standing in the middle of an empty street, the mist and sparkles gone. She had to blink a few times to realize where she was as she looked around. Familiar streets, houses and buildings stood all around her. A rich chime of bells came from behind, and as she turned, she saw Big Ben strike midnight.
She was back.
His Story
It was an amazing feeling that Wendy couldn't describe, and would never be able to. She was flying, and fully concious at that. Weaving through the streets and up and over the houses, she felt free. The clouds were parting, and the moonbeams were sneaking through them. They danced apon her wild hair, sending it glinting behind her in long streaks. She laughed childishly as Peter took her hand and brought her into the sky, straight for the moon.
Peter's smile and laughter had Wendy entranced as they flew up through the clouds. The moon only seemed an arms-length away, but Wendy had no desire to touch it, only to touch him.
Peter took both of Wendy's hands as they leaped out of reality, finding themselves surrounded by the unknowns of other worlds. It was quite a beautiful thing to admire, but both Peter nor Wendy were admiring it, just eachother.
They swirled and danced apon an air that didn't seem to exist. One thing that was stars in one moment, was water in the next, and Peter had always been proud of it. This was his secret passageway, where only those worthwhile could go.
Following nothing in paticular, Peter flew under Wendy and led her down to a wall of stars. Like many years before, he smiled and ran his finger along the wall, finding it to ripple as if it were water. Wendy laughed as she followed his hand, feeling the cold trickle of water under her fingers.
The stars began to dim and blend through with the setting sun. Peter led Wendy up and soon they were among pink clouds, hovering above the beautiful place known as Neverland.
To lay eyes on the place she thought she would never see again only brought tears to her eyes. Peter looked just as happy as she, which made her wonder.
"Peter, where have you been all this time?" She asked lightly as they admired the view. Peter glanced at her, then quickly turned away. "London." He said simply, then began to fly towards the island. She didn't push the subject any further as she followed him.
He landed lightly and looked around as if it had been years since he'd seen the place. Wendy believed it had been that long, and felt pity for him. They walked for some time without a sound to Wendy's surprise, expecting him to fly instead. Once they reached the hideout, Wendy noticed it looked exactly the same as she left it.
"Nothing ever changes..." Wendy spoke as they gazed up at the old tree. Peter turned around and smiled at her, "..except us," he added, reaching for her hand once again. She took it, and he led her to the top entryway, where only flyers such as Peter and Tink could enter. Now Wendy was one of them, and wasn't exactly sure how. She had so many questions, but she knew they could wait.
As she flew through the top entryway, she was amazed at how clean the underground home was. It seemed as if they had never left, only another wonder that Neverland had to offer.
As if reading her mind, Peter smiled, "Tink and the fairies have been keeping things tidy for me." Wendy laughed at his use of the word 'tidy,' realizing how much he really had changed.
Wendy looked at Peter who seemed extremely pleased with himself, then ran her gaze to the floor. "Peter...do you mind doing me a favor?" she asked, putting on her most girlish, luring face she could.
Peter was caught and he smiled, "Anything," he said simply, holding his hands out as if he would offer the whole underground to her.
"Well..." she thought for a moment, knowing what she was about to bring up was a touchy subject, "...since I have told you many stories...I would hope you could tell me one of your adventures...in return?" She wasn't sure if she had stated it correctly, but Peter only beamed, obviously not understanding at all what she was trying to lure him into. "Why of course! Which one would you like to hear? The time I cut off Cook's hand and threw it to the crocodile? Or maybe the time when I saved the Lost Boys from the clutches of the Redskins?" The child in Peter became apparent in him as he floated in the air crosslegged, becoming extremely giggly.
Wendy raised her eyebrows in sympathy, "Uhmm...no. I was hoping you could tell me of your adventures in London..." she stared at him hopefully, putting a sweet smile on her face.
Peter's face fell as he drifted down to the ground. "London? Why?"
"Because I want to know what you have been doing all this time! Where have you been staying? Where did you get the support from? Did you go to school? Did you have a job? Why exactly did you come back? Why didn't you ever visit me? I just don't understand..." Wendy was beginning to become hysterical with her curiousity, and she was trying very hard to control it.
Peter looked at her sadly, realizing he wouldn't be able to hide what happened as he had hoped. "I'll tell you." He said simply, "...but not here."
Wendy looked down at him curiously as he rose to his feet, reaching for her hand once again. She got a lovely chill down her spine every time their hands touched, like his power was soaring through her. He lifted off the ground and flew through the top exit, Wendy right beside him.
The sun had set, yet despite how dark it was, Peter seemed to know where he was going. The soared over the trees at an amazing rate to the other side of the island. Rising smoke could be seen where the Redskins inhabited, and around there a jungle with mysterious, twinkling lights that were scattered about. Wendy remembered the place well...it was where Peter and she had danced with the faeries under the moon.
A wave of sadness hit her as they descended from the sky. They both landed lightly in the jungle, near a giant tree lit with the bodies of the unknown. Peter released her hand and motioned her to follow, puting his finger to his lips as a sign to be quiet. They walked away from the tree and deeper into the forest, where the trees grew taller and more ancient. Wendy could feel a magical aura here, and almost felt like she could use whatever magic there was, untill Peter yanked on her arm and sent her into a sitting position under some thick branches.
He was sitting cross-legged across from her, and it seemed the branches and leaves had enclosed around them, creating a sort of shelter. She wasn't able to see much untill something between them began to glow. It was a simple crystal ball that casted a blue light apon them, and Peter smiled.
Wendy only stared, but didn't question. She just sort of sat there, not exactly sure what to say. Peter took a deep breath and reached for the crystal, casting strange shadows across the floor.
"So you wish to know...what I have been doing all this time..." The crystal in his palm shot out a ray of brilliant colors, as if it was going to help him tell the story. Wendy grew nervous as she watched him, the colors slowly turning darker, and they began to move, transforming into shapes and figures. "I'm not as good as you in telling stories." He said, almost darkly.
The crystal was cracking as it lit up again, becoming brighter and brighter. Soon, the crystal cracked entirely and split, spilling out white light that Wendy couldn't see past. She tried reaching Peter, calling his name, but he wasn't there. The walls of branches weren't there, the ground wasn't there...nothing was there.
Her eyes felt as if they were closed as she attempted to walk on nothing. She could see herself, her nightgown with the thick robe over...but that was all.
Suddenly, it was getting dark, and Wendy had then accepted the fact that she was going blind. That of course, was not the case, for then Wendy was able to see white specs in the now black terrain.
"Stars!" she cried, running towards them. Before she could reach one, something huge sprouted from the ground in great allacrity. She jumped back as she realized it was a building...one she had seen before.
Before she could go deeper into thought, sparkles and mist covered the ground as buildings and sidewalks began to grow and take shapes.
Wendy found herseld standing in the middle of an empty street, the mist and sparkles gone. She had to blink a few times to realize where she was as she looked around. Familiar streets, houses and buildings stood all around her. A rich chime of bells came from behind, and as she turned, she saw Big Ben strike midnight.
She was back.