Chapter Six

Peter Pan

Narrator's POV

The boy peeked around the corner of the window, making sure that he would not be visible from inside the room. At a glance he could see three individual beds which belonged to three individual children; each of which was currently being tucked in by who he figured was their mother. He watched as she would hug them, pull the blankets up to their chins, and kiss them on the forehead before moving on to the next bed. Once she was finished, she walked to the door and shut out the light, saying goodnight before closing the door behind her. It was a moment before a girl's voice was heard from one of the beds, "Goodnight John, goodnight Michael; have sweet dreams."

"Night Wendy" "Goodnight Wendy" the two boys replied sleepily.

"Michael, John, and Wendy.." the boy thought. He knew he must be at the right house. He waited outside the window for a while until gentle snores could be heard. He flew silently through the window, observing his surroundings.

There were no toys in sight. He thought this odd since it was a room for children after all. There were the three beds he had noticed before all on one wall, each with its own nightstand and lamp. There was a desk in the corner on the other side of the room and a bookshelf next to that. The only sign that the room belonged to the three children was the toy chest at the end of one of the beds. Even the walls screamed grown up through the beige paint.

He flew over to the first bed, making sure not to get to close to its occupant. Curled into a ball under the covers was a little boy who couldn't have been any older than five or six. He had straight blond hair and was hugging a doll that looked a lot like the mysterious boy himself.

Next he flew to the bed in the middle. He noted the glasses on the nightstand and that the boy's feet almost reached the end of the small bed. He had short brown hair, similar in style as the blond boy's.

Finally he made his way over to the bed closest to the door. He realized that this bed must belong to the girl he saw earlier. He flew in closer, trying to get a better look at her face which was covered partly by the blanket. Tinkerbell flew closer as well using her light to illuminate the girl's features.

The girl's eyelids started to twitch, the light making it's way into her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering as she tried to shield herself from the bright light in front of her.

Wendy's eyes adjusted and she gasped as she saw the boy inches from her face. He covered her mouth before she could let out a scream. Her eyes darted everywhere, noticing that her brothers were still asleep. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she realized that there was no extra pressure on the bed as there should be if the boy was that close. She let out a muffled noise as she realized that he was in fact floating over the bed.

"Don't scream, I'm not gonna hurt you." The boy said nodding his head before raising both his hands in defeat and floating backwards away from the bed.

"Who..who are you? How did you get in here?" Wendy asked, pushing her back up against the headboard; distancing herself as much as possible from the intruder.

The boy put both hands on his hips, a cocky grin gracing his face. "I, am Peter Pan." he said.

"No, no, no. This isn't happening, you can't be…" Wendy gestured to the floating figure. Her hand fell to the bed as she tried to figure out what was going on. Meanwhile, Peter was watching her. He noticed her slightly upturned nose, and how it crinkled when she was confused. He watched as she tucked a stray piece of her reddish/brown hair out of her face. Wendy looked up, noticing Peter's stare. She cleared her throat and sat up tall, reaching out her right hand, "I am Wendy Darling, nice to meet you…Peter Pan." Peter flew towards her outstretched hand slowly and cautiously. He looked up at Wendy and back down to her hand, not knowing what she was trying to do. "Have you never shaken hands before Peter?" Wendy asked, her head tilted slightly to the side. He removed his green, feathered cap and scratched his head. "Well..of course I have!" He looked uncertainly at Wendy's hand before placing it next to hers and shaking it. Wendy giggled. "No Peter you have to shake my hand, not yours!" Peter blushed before gently taking Wendy's hand and shaking it ever so slightly.

"Much better." Wendy grinned. She looked into Peter's emerald green eyes, thinking about how they sparkled when she remembered her brothers.

"Oh Peter! John and Michael will be so excited to see you!" She started to get out of her bed and put on her slippers.

"Michael is ever so fond of you! He has a doll and everything, of you of course. But it's not a doll for girls, it's more of an action figure I suppose? And John will have so many questions for you, he is so very interested in how it is you can fly!" Wendy smiled as she talked walking over to try to wake up both of the boys. Peter sat indian style 3 feet off the floor with his head rested in his left hand. "Girls talk too much." He said. Wendy turned around to face the floating boy, "Well maybe that's because we just have a lot to say." She went back to trying to wake up John and Michael without much success.

"Here Wendy I can wake them up no problem." He flew in-between the two beds and crowed as loudly as he could. John jumped up, getting tangled in his blanket and falling from the side of the bed and onto the floor. Michael was about to fall off of his bed as well when Wendy caught him. Michael rubbed his eyes, wrapped in Wendy's arms. John was the first to speak, "What in the heavens was that bloody noise?" Wendy smiled and looked to Peter, who was casually floating above the Darlings as if he were laying on his stomach.

"John, Michael, I would like to introduce you to Peter Pan."