Shades of Gray: A Peter Pan Story -- by Cartoon_Drawer
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters from Disney's Peter Pan. Please do not sue me, I simply felt the need to write a story including them! However, all the characters which are not part of Disney's production are mine and I would appreciate no one using them without permission. Thank you!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After sleeping for what could not have been more then twenty minutes, I awoke to what sounded like hushed voices from somewhere close. "Where are they coming from?" I thought to myself. I quietly shifted my position on the floor, though, with my movement the "voices" disappeared. Thinking it was only my imagination playing tricks with me I decided to try and find sleep again. Little did I know my life was about to change forever...
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A chilly breeze was catching the leaves and tree branches outside on the shadowy London streets. This breeze seemed to cast an eerie feeling over the already morbid night, however, there was one thing among the gloom and darkness which was bringing a ray of hope back to the surface; one thing seemed to brighten even the darkest corners of the night sky; and this one thing was a young boy.
Every evening, since before he could remember, this youthful lad had played over the streets of London; yes believe it or not this child could fly. Chasing the wind, playing hide n' seek with the clouds, and telling stories to the moon and stars. Though, tonight, something even more fascinating had caught his eye.
While chasing Moriah*, the boy passed by many different houses but one home in particular stood out among the rest, and it made him stop dead in his tracks hovering outside a small wood framed window. As he peeked through the glass his once happy smile faded and his eyes lost their glow. For inside lay a girl, no older then he, crying upon the floor. The lad, for a time, felt much pain and sorrow for the child laying upon the hard wooden floor boards inside. Though soon his sadness became confusion and he quietly pulled out a make shift pipe. Bringing the pipe to his lips he played a short tune. Once the song had ended he looked toward the sky and smiled as a sparkling light seemed to float down from nowhere, landing near him by the windowsill.
Smiling he gently put the pipes away and held out his hand allowing the glittering object to rest on his palm. Though the small light was not just a star, heavens no. It was much more beautiful then any star could ever wish to be. The tiny shimmer in the lad's hand was not a light at all, she was a pixie. And a very young pixie at that. She had hair the color of daffodils and wore a enchanting, though very risque, gown. However, the most astounding feature she carried was the diamond like aura which illuminated her entire form. As she rested in the palm of her companion the little fairy gave him a questioning glance.
Almost immediately the boy's face turned sad once more and he spoke to his tiny friend, "Look Tink," the youth turned his head toward the window in a motioned glance, "that girl, she's crying. She seems so sad."
Tink, for a moment, looked at the scene which now lay in front of her, then after a bit of time she crossed her tiny arms over her chest, and turned toward the boy with an angry glare. She opened her mouth, but the only thing which emanated from it was the chiming of what sounded like small bells. Though, it was obvious by the boy's expression he understood every little ring coming from her form.
However, the ranting pixie was soon hushed as the boy sensed movement from inside the room. After what seemed like an eternity the boy released the fairy and gave a relieved sigh. He then stared at his still angered little pal, "Well Tink," the boy stated with an exasperated tone, "I don't care what you think about her...I want to try and find out why she's so unhappy. Besides maybe she'll come back with us, and who knows -- she might even know some new stories!"
Before Tink could put in a single jingle the boy was through the unlocked window and sitting on the young females bag. By this time all she could do was frustratedly follow him inside. Landing on his shoulder, she glared evilly toward the still sleeping little girl. Every now and then, however, she glanced at her companion and with each glance she became even angrier, for he kept the same fascinated look on his young face.
Though suddenly, both fairy and boy went toppling over as the young girl awoke with a scream after seeing the two very strange intruders watching her. The youthful lass glared at them, mainly the boy, with a confused and frightened glance.
"Wh...who are y..you?" she shakily asked.
The boy, a bit shaken himself, stood dusting himself off, "I'm Peter Pan," he stated matter of factly reaching down for his hat, "I was playing outside your window and heard you crying."
The girl looked at him open-mouthed then spoke again, "Outside my window is two stories u...." she trailed off as the boy, or Peter, lifted himself into the air and seemed to float right in front of her. The young lady's expression then changed from one of confusion to horror as she continued, "Oh my God, I'm dead, aren't I? How can this be?? I was asleep and then..."
Peter allowed himself to listen to her ramblings for a bit of time, gently gently floated to the floor, walking toward her. At this movement the girl stopped babbling and started backing up against the nearest wall to her, trembling as she did so. Peter saw her fear and decided very quickly, as he usually did, to comfort her with a hug; much to Tink's dismay.
"Don't worry," he spoke with comfort in his voice, "you're not dead and no one is going to hurt you. I..." Suddenly his words were cut off by an incessant chiming and he let his grasp around the girl loosen as he turned in the direction of the ringing. "Hush Tinkerbell! You really shouldn't be so jealous all the time!"
The girl, in turn with Peter, looked toward the chiming sound, seeing a glittering light illuminating the corner of her room. The girl's eyes wide as she realized everything in front of her really was real. With a questioning face she looked at the boy in front of her, "Peter Pan?"
The elvish boy turned back to look at her once more, smiling brightly as he did so, "That's me!" he pointed to himself, then stood with his fists planted on his hips, though he soon resigned to a more comfortable position in the air, sitting Indian style mid-float, "But enough about me...I'm curious, who are you?"
He looked at her then, one hand under his chin and waited for an answer to his question. The girl carefully thought about Peter's question, not really sure how to answer it. Though she soon decided, "My name is Skyler Gaudisio and..." Skyler trailed off grasping the golden locket still hanging around her neck.
"And what?" Peter asked almost too impatiently.
She looked up at him with a soft smile, "Nothing, it's nothing really. So...what brought you to my window?"
Peter smiled at her question and began to answer it, however, before he could even utter a word the annoying little light flickered in front of his face blocking his view from Skyler. At the light's movement Skyler received her first peek at the tiny shimmering object in front of the boy, and from this she gathered that it wasn't a light but a pretty little girl...with wings.
"A fairy...!" Skyler announced quietly.
Peter nodded catching the little pixie within his grasp, "Yes...a very annoying little fairy," he directed his speech toward his closed palms allowing Tink to float free of his grip, "I'm real sorry about her, she's just jealous!"
Skyler nodded, smiling toward him and giggling a bit as well. Peter smiled in return then suddenly remembered his whole reason for intruding upon the girl standing in front of him, "Say Skyler," he started though the girl cut him off. "Please call me Sky...I used to know someone who called me by that name."
"Sky then," he began again, "Do you know any good stories??"
He looked at her with a hopeful glint in his eyes and jumped about two feet as she gave a small nod, "That's great! You'll be perfect!! How would you like to come back to Neverland with me and Tink?"
Sky looked at him, then to the floor thinking about his offer, "It has to be better then where ever I'd be going in the morning," she thought to herself. After her short analysis of the situation she glanced back at the boy and once again nodded with a smile. At this nod the boy happily spun in the air crowing, and she couldn't help but smile a bit more at the action.
"Outstanding, now Tink..." the boy called, though not a sound emanated from the room. For the little pixie had already stomped her way out of Sky's bedroom window making her unhappy way back to Neverland, "Oh well, I suppose I'll have to carry you there!"
With that, Peter gently lifted Sky up off the floor, "Hold on!" and standing on the windowsill he jumped letting the wind catch them both and away they flew. The boy very smooth and easy; the girl clutching to the boy's tunic. Though both would eventually make their way to the second star on the right...and straight on till morning.
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A big thanks goes out to Lowell Boston and Dawn Bridges for reviewing chapter one! I really appreciate the support and comments! Please keep reviewing...the more reviews I get the faster I will post the upcoming chapters! Oh yeah and any ideas for upcoming parts would be greatly appreciated -- basically what you guys and gals would like to see in the story!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters from Disney's Peter Pan. Please do not sue me, I simply felt the need to write a story including them! However, all the characters which are not part of Disney's production are mine and I would appreciate no one using them without permission. Thank you!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After sleeping for what could not have been more then twenty minutes, I awoke to what sounded like hushed voices from somewhere close. "Where are they coming from?" I thought to myself. I quietly shifted my position on the floor, though, with my movement the "voices" disappeared. Thinking it was only my imagination playing tricks with me I decided to try and find sleep again. Little did I know my life was about to change forever...
*****
A chilly breeze was catching the leaves and tree branches outside on the shadowy London streets. This breeze seemed to cast an eerie feeling over the already morbid night, however, there was one thing among the gloom and darkness which was bringing a ray of hope back to the surface; one thing seemed to brighten even the darkest corners of the night sky; and this one thing was a young boy.
Every evening, since before he could remember, this youthful lad had played over the streets of London; yes believe it or not this child could fly. Chasing the wind, playing hide n' seek with the clouds, and telling stories to the moon and stars. Though, tonight, something even more fascinating had caught his eye.
While chasing Moriah*, the boy passed by many different houses but one home in particular stood out among the rest, and it made him stop dead in his tracks hovering outside a small wood framed window. As he peeked through the glass his once happy smile faded and his eyes lost their glow. For inside lay a girl, no older then he, crying upon the floor. The lad, for a time, felt much pain and sorrow for the child laying upon the hard wooden floor boards inside. Though soon his sadness became confusion and he quietly pulled out a make shift pipe. Bringing the pipe to his lips he played a short tune. Once the song had ended he looked toward the sky and smiled as a sparkling light seemed to float down from nowhere, landing near him by the windowsill.
Smiling he gently put the pipes away and held out his hand allowing the glittering object to rest on his palm. Though the small light was not just a star, heavens no. It was much more beautiful then any star could ever wish to be. The tiny shimmer in the lad's hand was not a light at all, she was a pixie. And a very young pixie at that. She had hair the color of daffodils and wore a enchanting, though very risque, gown. However, the most astounding feature she carried was the diamond like aura which illuminated her entire form. As she rested in the palm of her companion the little fairy gave him a questioning glance.
Almost immediately the boy's face turned sad once more and he spoke to his tiny friend, "Look Tink," the youth turned his head toward the window in a motioned glance, "that girl, she's crying. She seems so sad."
Tink, for a moment, looked at the scene which now lay in front of her, then after a bit of time she crossed her tiny arms over her chest, and turned toward the boy with an angry glare. She opened her mouth, but the only thing which emanated from it was the chiming of what sounded like small bells. Though, it was obvious by the boy's expression he understood every little ring coming from her form.
However, the ranting pixie was soon hushed as the boy sensed movement from inside the room. After what seemed like an eternity the boy released the fairy and gave a relieved sigh. He then stared at his still angered little pal, "Well Tink," the boy stated with an exasperated tone, "I don't care what you think about her...I want to try and find out why she's so unhappy. Besides maybe she'll come back with us, and who knows -- she might even know some new stories!"
Before Tink could put in a single jingle the boy was through the unlocked window and sitting on the young females bag. By this time all she could do was frustratedly follow him inside. Landing on his shoulder, she glared evilly toward the still sleeping little girl. Every now and then, however, she glanced at her companion and with each glance she became even angrier, for he kept the same fascinated look on his young face.
Though suddenly, both fairy and boy went toppling over as the young girl awoke with a scream after seeing the two very strange intruders watching her. The youthful lass glared at them, mainly the boy, with a confused and frightened glance.
"Wh...who are y..you?" she shakily asked.
The boy, a bit shaken himself, stood dusting himself off, "I'm Peter Pan," he stated matter of factly reaching down for his hat, "I was playing outside your window and heard you crying."
The girl looked at him open-mouthed then spoke again, "Outside my window is two stories u...." she trailed off as the boy, or Peter, lifted himself into the air and seemed to float right in front of her. The young lady's expression then changed from one of confusion to horror as she continued, "Oh my God, I'm dead, aren't I? How can this be?? I was asleep and then..."
Peter allowed himself to listen to her ramblings for a bit of time, gently gently floated to the floor, walking toward her. At this movement the girl stopped babbling and started backing up against the nearest wall to her, trembling as she did so. Peter saw her fear and decided very quickly, as he usually did, to comfort her with a hug; much to Tink's dismay.
"Don't worry," he spoke with comfort in his voice, "you're not dead and no one is going to hurt you. I..." Suddenly his words were cut off by an incessant chiming and he let his grasp around the girl loosen as he turned in the direction of the ringing. "Hush Tinkerbell! You really shouldn't be so jealous all the time!"
The girl, in turn with Peter, looked toward the chiming sound, seeing a glittering light illuminating the corner of her room. The girl's eyes wide as she realized everything in front of her really was real. With a questioning face she looked at the boy in front of her, "Peter Pan?"
The elvish boy turned back to look at her once more, smiling brightly as he did so, "That's me!" he pointed to himself, then stood with his fists planted on his hips, though he soon resigned to a more comfortable position in the air, sitting Indian style mid-float, "But enough about me...I'm curious, who are you?"
He looked at her then, one hand under his chin and waited for an answer to his question. The girl carefully thought about Peter's question, not really sure how to answer it. Though she soon decided, "My name is Skyler Gaudisio and..." Skyler trailed off grasping the golden locket still hanging around her neck.
"And what?" Peter asked almost too impatiently.
She looked up at him with a soft smile, "Nothing, it's nothing really. So...what brought you to my window?"
Peter smiled at her question and began to answer it, however, before he could even utter a word the annoying little light flickered in front of his face blocking his view from Skyler. At the light's movement Skyler received her first peek at the tiny shimmering object in front of the boy, and from this she gathered that it wasn't a light but a pretty little girl...with wings.
"A fairy...!" Skyler announced quietly.
Peter nodded catching the little pixie within his grasp, "Yes...a very annoying little fairy," he directed his speech toward his closed palms allowing Tink to float free of his grip, "I'm real sorry about her, she's just jealous!"
Skyler nodded, smiling toward him and giggling a bit as well. Peter smiled in return then suddenly remembered his whole reason for intruding upon the girl standing in front of him, "Say Skyler," he started though the girl cut him off. "Please call me Sky...I used to know someone who called me by that name."
"Sky then," he began again, "Do you know any good stories??"
He looked at her with a hopeful glint in his eyes and jumped about two feet as she gave a small nod, "That's great! You'll be perfect!! How would you like to come back to Neverland with me and Tink?"
Sky looked at him, then to the floor thinking about his offer, "It has to be better then where ever I'd be going in the morning," she thought to herself. After her short analysis of the situation she glanced back at the boy and once again nodded with a smile. At this nod the boy happily spun in the air crowing, and she couldn't help but smile a bit more at the action.
"Outstanding, now Tink..." the boy called, though not a sound emanated from the room. For the little pixie had already stomped her way out of Sky's bedroom window making her unhappy way back to Neverland, "Oh well, I suppose I'll have to carry you there!"
With that, Peter gently lifted Sky up off the floor, "Hold on!" and standing on the windowsill he jumped letting the wind catch them both and away they flew. The boy very smooth and easy; the girl clutching to the boy's tunic. Though both would eventually make their way to the second star on the right...and straight on till morning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A big thanks goes out to Lowell Boston and Dawn Bridges for reviewing chapter one! I really appreciate the support and comments! Please keep reviewing...the more reviews I get the faster I will post the upcoming chapters! Oh yeah and any ideas for upcoming parts would be greatly appreciated -- basically what you guys and gals would like to see in the story!