Forevermore
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Hey everybody! I've had a Peter Pan obsession
ever since I could talk. I've always wanted to write a
fanfic for Peter Pan but I could never think of an idea.
Then I was watching "Hook" one day, and this story
popped into my head!
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or any of it's
characters. They all belong to the wonderful Mr.
James Barrie. *Bows and worships* I don't own
"Hook" either.
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All the lost boys, Peter, and Tinkerbell sat down in their hideout.
Slightly was leaning against a rather large tree root, reading a book
that Wendy had given him. He sighed, turning the pages in a melancholy
manner. He had already memorized the book, he had read it so many
times.
He looked bordly around the room and found that the twins were playing
marbles and some of the other boys had gathered around to watch. The
rest of the boys were off sleeping. Tinkerbell was in her little house and
Peter was laying in a hammock playing a little wooden flute that Tiger Lily
had made for him.
It had been a year since Wendy, Michael, and John had left them and
gone back to London. Slightly missed them all terribly. He hated the
fact that the other boys seemed to have forgotten that they were ever
there. They went on merrily with their games and if they did miss Wendy,
they never showed it.
On a very rare occation, when she was mentioned, Peter always hurridly
changed the subject. When this happened, Slightly always thought that
he could see a troubled look in Peter's eyes. He often wondered if Peter
really missed her more than he was letting on.
It was a boiling hot day, and there was nothing more to do than to just
sit in the cool shade of their hideout and wait for the heat to let up.
Slightly remembered that when Wendy was here, even on days like this,
there was never boredom. She always had a story ready, or Peter would
take her to show her new parts of the island.
Slightly missed those days terribly, but he had never voiced this to any of
the boys. Snapping his book shut he stood and nervously made his way
over to Peter.
"Peter?" he asked softly. Peter put down his flute and gave him a
quizzical look. Slightly took a deep breath and continued, "Peter, don't
you miss Wendy?"
Instantly, the troubled look returned to Peter's eyes. "No." he said
flatly.
"I was just wondering," Slightly went on hurridly, "if you might go and
bring her back for a visit? I miss her and Michael and John terribly.
She did ask you to come and get her so that she could do our spring
cleaning. Tink told me."
Peter sighed and considered this. Then, his deturmined spirit seemed
to return and he jumped up hurridly, shouting, "Come on, Tink! Let's go
get Wendy!"
He gave the boys a cocky grin as he rose into the air and flew out of the
hideout, Tink trying to keep up.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Peter looked happily at the rooftops of London as he sailed over them. He
had a bit of trouble remembering the way to Wendy's house, but soon he
saw the familier window and darted over to it.
He peered in through the crack in the curtains. He could clearly see John
and Michael asleep in their beds. He couldn't quite see Wendy as it was
too dark, but the lump in the bed told him that she was there.
He opened the window softly and alighted in the room. He walked quietly
over to the bed where Wendy lay, asleep. He could see her face clearly
now, lit by the soft glow of the nightlights that burned above her bed.
In the year that she had been away, she hadn't changed much. Her golden
curls lay scattered on the pillow, rather like a halo. Her face had beautiful
pink tint to her cheeks and her mouth was turned up in a slight smile.
As Peter looked at her, something changed in him...forever. His heart
seemed to beat twice as fast. Peter, who had always avoided any physical
contact with anyone, suddenly found himself wishing that she would throw her
arms tightly around him and never let go.
He took a step back, trying to shake those foolish thoughts from his head.
Wendy's eyes fluttered open and she looked up into his face.
"Peter!" she cried, throwing the cover's back and leaping out of bed. She
ran toward him with her arms out, ready to embrace him. Peter leaped
back away from her, half-heartedly this time.
"Yes, I know." said Wendy sadly. Her smile returned as she continued,
"I've missed you so! I was begining to think that you'd forgotten about
me."
Peter looked at her and noticed the slight changes that had taken place
since he last saw her. Her hair was longer and she was an inch or two
taller. Now, she was only about an inch shorter than he was.
Wendy gave him look for look, noticing how he hadn't changed a bit since
she last saw him. He still wore the same tattered clothes that he had
when he first came to get her. His hair was still wild and unkept.
"Wendy," Peter began, "would you come back and stay with us for awhile?
You could do our spring cleaning and mend our pockets and tell us stories!"
"Of course I'll come." Wendy replied with a smile. "Do you want John
and Michael to come too? Oh, but Peter! I've forgotten how to fly!"
"I'll teach you again." Peter said, trowing the glittering fairy dust upon her.
"Remember, just think happy thoughts, and up you'll go!"
Wendy tried her hardest. Maybe it was because she couldn't think of
anything happy enough, or maybe it was because she was a year older, in any
case, she just couldn't seem to maker herself fly.
"Here," said Peter, extending his hand, "I'll help you."
Wendy reached out very slowly and clasped his hand. Peter jumped excitedly
as they touched for the first time.
"Just concentrate." Peter told her, drifting slowly into the air and bringing
her up with him.
Once she was up there, she seemed to get the hang of it. Carefully, Peter
let go of her hand and she remained floating in the air.
"I'm doing it!" she cried happily. She gently floated downward and made a
graceful landing with Peter next to her.
Before Peter knew what he was doing, he had pulled her into a tight hug.
They stood there with their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Peter's
heart pounding in his chest. He burried his face in her hair, noticing for the
first time that she smelled faintly of rose petals.
"I missed you." Peter whispered, choking back tears.
"I missed you too." she whispered.
Peter felt so warm and happy, standing there with her. They both wished
that the hug could last forever. Wendy pulled back slightly so that she
could look him in the eye.
"Silly Boy," she said smiling, "why are you crying?"
Peter never got the opportunity to answer for suddenly, the window doors,
which had been left open, started to rattle in their hinges. Wendy clung
to Peter in fear as green light and smoke came billowing into the room.
They could see a ship floating on a cloud of the green smoke outside the
window, and on the window ledge, stood a pirate in a red overcoat with a
shiny silver hook where one of his hands should be.
"Hook!" cried Peter. He flew angrily over to him, but Hook was ready for him.
He hit Peter hard with the hilt of his sword, sending him crashing into the wall.
He slid down and lay, in a heap, unconscious on the floor.
"Peter!" Wendy cried, as more smoke filled the room and everything went black.
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A/N: Well...what do you think? Like? Hate? Review and TELL ME!!!!!!!
I wasn't sure how Hook arived since it didn't show that in the movie, so I
did the best I could.
~Serena-chan~
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Hey everybody! I've had a Peter Pan obsession
ever since I could talk. I've always wanted to write a
fanfic for Peter Pan but I could never think of an idea.
Then I was watching "Hook" one day, and this story
popped into my head!
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or any of it's
characters. They all belong to the wonderful Mr.
James Barrie. *Bows and worships* I don't own
"Hook" either.
_______________________________________________
All the lost boys, Peter, and Tinkerbell sat down in their hideout.
Slightly was leaning against a rather large tree root, reading a book
that Wendy had given him. He sighed, turning the pages in a melancholy
manner. He had already memorized the book, he had read it so many
times.
He looked bordly around the room and found that the twins were playing
marbles and some of the other boys had gathered around to watch. The
rest of the boys were off sleeping. Tinkerbell was in her little house and
Peter was laying in a hammock playing a little wooden flute that Tiger Lily
had made for him.
It had been a year since Wendy, Michael, and John had left them and
gone back to London. Slightly missed them all terribly. He hated the
fact that the other boys seemed to have forgotten that they were ever
there. They went on merrily with their games and if they did miss Wendy,
they never showed it.
On a very rare occation, when she was mentioned, Peter always hurridly
changed the subject. When this happened, Slightly always thought that
he could see a troubled look in Peter's eyes. He often wondered if Peter
really missed her more than he was letting on.
It was a boiling hot day, and there was nothing more to do than to just
sit in the cool shade of their hideout and wait for the heat to let up.
Slightly remembered that when Wendy was here, even on days like this,
there was never boredom. She always had a story ready, or Peter would
take her to show her new parts of the island.
Slightly missed those days terribly, but he had never voiced this to any of
the boys. Snapping his book shut he stood and nervously made his way
over to Peter.
"Peter?" he asked softly. Peter put down his flute and gave him a
quizzical look. Slightly took a deep breath and continued, "Peter, don't
you miss Wendy?"
Instantly, the troubled look returned to Peter's eyes. "No." he said
flatly.
"I was just wondering," Slightly went on hurridly, "if you might go and
bring her back for a visit? I miss her and Michael and John terribly.
She did ask you to come and get her so that she could do our spring
cleaning. Tink told me."
Peter sighed and considered this. Then, his deturmined spirit seemed
to return and he jumped up hurridly, shouting, "Come on, Tink! Let's go
get Wendy!"
He gave the boys a cocky grin as he rose into the air and flew out of the
hideout, Tink trying to keep up.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Peter looked happily at the rooftops of London as he sailed over them. He
had a bit of trouble remembering the way to Wendy's house, but soon he
saw the familier window and darted over to it.
He peered in through the crack in the curtains. He could clearly see John
and Michael asleep in their beds. He couldn't quite see Wendy as it was
too dark, but the lump in the bed told him that she was there.
He opened the window softly and alighted in the room. He walked quietly
over to the bed where Wendy lay, asleep. He could see her face clearly
now, lit by the soft glow of the nightlights that burned above her bed.
In the year that she had been away, she hadn't changed much. Her golden
curls lay scattered on the pillow, rather like a halo. Her face had beautiful
pink tint to her cheeks and her mouth was turned up in a slight smile.
As Peter looked at her, something changed in him...forever. His heart
seemed to beat twice as fast. Peter, who had always avoided any physical
contact with anyone, suddenly found himself wishing that she would throw her
arms tightly around him and never let go.
He took a step back, trying to shake those foolish thoughts from his head.
Wendy's eyes fluttered open and she looked up into his face.
"Peter!" she cried, throwing the cover's back and leaping out of bed. She
ran toward him with her arms out, ready to embrace him. Peter leaped
back away from her, half-heartedly this time.
"Yes, I know." said Wendy sadly. Her smile returned as she continued,
"I've missed you so! I was begining to think that you'd forgotten about
me."
Peter looked at her and noticed the slight changes that had taken place
since he last saw her. Her hair was longer and she was an inch or two
taller. Now, she was only about an inch shorter than he was.
Wendy gave him look for look, noticing how he hadn't changed a bit since
she last saw him. He still wore the same tattered clothes that he had
when he first came to get her. His hair was still wild and unkept.
"Wendy," Peter began, "would you come back and stay with us for awhile?
You could do our spring cleaning and mend our pockets and tell us stories!"
"Of course I'll come." Wendy replied with a smile. "Do you want John
and Michael to come too? Oh, but Peter! I've forgotten how to fly!"
"I'll teach you again." Peter said, trowing the glittering fairy dust upon her.
"Remember, just think happy thoughts, and up you'll go!"
Wendy tried her hardest. Maybe it was because she couldn't think of
anything happy enough, or maybe it was because she was a year older, in any
case, she just couldn't seem to maker herself fly.
"Here," said Peter, extending his hand, "I'll help you."
Wendy reached out very slowly and clasped his hand. Peter jumped excitedly
as they touched for the first time.
"Just concentrate." Peter told her, drifting slowly into the air and bringing
her up with him.
Once she was up there, she seemed to get the hang of it. Carefully, Peter
let go of her hand and she remained floating in the air.
"I'm doing it!" she cried happily. She gently floated downward and made a
graceful landing with Peter next to her.
Before Peter knew what he was doing, he had pulled her into a tight hug.
They stood there with their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Peter's
heart pounding in his chest. He burried his face in her hair, noticing for the
first time that she smelled faintly of rose petals.
"I missed you." Peter whispered, choking back tears.
"I missed you too." she whispered.
Peter felt so warm and happy, standing there with her. They both wished
that the hug could last forever. Wendy pulled back slightly so that she
could look him in the eye.
"Silly Boy," she said smiling, "why are you crying?"
Peter never got the opportunity to answer for suddenly, the window doors,
which had been left open, started to rattle in their hinges. Wendy clung
to Peter in fear as green light and smoke came billowing into the room.
They could see a ship floating on a cloud of the green smoke outside the
window, and on the window ledge, stood a pirate in a red overcoat with a
shiny silver hook where one of his hands should be.
"Hook!" cried Peter. He flew angrily over to him, but Hook was ready for him.
He hit Peter hard with the hilt of his sword, sending him crashing into the wall.
He slid down and lay, in a heap, unconscious on the floor.
"Peter!" Wendy cried, as more smoke filled the room and everything went black.
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A/N: Well...what do you think? Like? Hate? Review and TELL ME!!!!!!!
I wasn't sure how Hook arived since it didn't show that in the movie, so I
did the best I could.
~Serena-chan~