SCENE V
(The nursery is decorated with party with party streamers and balloons. It is Peter's 18th birthday. All onstage are dressed in the finest apparel. Stanley, Michael, Jane, John, and Corey *once known as Curly in the Neverland* are gathered around talking in loud and happy voices. Wendy is off in the corner, cradling what looks to be a small packages birthday present. She is extremely dejected.)
JOHN: Well, Peter, another few minutes, and it will be midnight. You will be a grown man, and ready to begin another part of your life.
PETER: At long last. Wendy Mother still thinks I'm some sort of little boy. I am afraid I will always be treated the same by her. (Peter says this casually and smiles in Wendy's direction. Reluctantly, she returns the smile.)
COREY: Ah, well, Peter, we all went through the same thing with my darling sister.
MICHAEL: Just think of it, Peter. As soon as you graduate from school, you will have a regular office and a desk in the Darling Family Business.
PETER: It's been long awaited, you can believe me on that, uncle. (the chatter dies down so that we can hear Wendy's line.)
WENDY: (speaking to the box) You are our last hope, little one. (the chatter rises up again.)
STANLEY: (over the noise) Well, I wish I could stay longer, Peter, but there is still much worked to be done before the office closes down for the night. You can't expect some of these youngblood executives to handle a real man's work. (he shakes Peter's hand.) Congratulations, OLD man! (crowd laughs)
PETER: Not quite so old, yet! (Stanley exits with Corey.)
MICHAEL: We must be going to. Sylvia is expecting me home early, and I hear you have a rugby game to catch tomorrow, John.
JOHN: Yes. Jonathan is starting the game off, and I promised my son I would be there. First round of nationals you know. So, I must retire early. My bones are not all they used to be.
PETER: Come, come now, Uncle John. After all you're only what? 112? (John smirks as Michael, Peter, and Jane laugh. John then smiles, as he and Michael exit. Peter, Jane, and Wendy are left alone in the room. Peter crosses to Wendy with a smile.) Thank you for the wonderful party. It was as charming as you always make them, and as you always are. (He kisses her on the cheek.)
WENDY: Peter, you are such a flirt. (she exchanges an awkward smile with his.) You are welcome, dearest.
PETER: (noticing the package in Wendy's hand.) What is that, Wendy Mother? (Wendy stands)
WENDY: Peter, darling, there is something I must speak with you about. (Jane hurriedly intervenes, sensing her mother is trying to tell Peter some more about his past.)
JANE: Why, mother, it's Peter's present! We must have overlooked this one in all the excitement. Oh, and look, you have forgotten to add a bow to it as well. Why don't you go look for one, while I talk over some business with Peter (Wendy slowly nods, and leaves to look for the bow. Peter and Jane are alone now.)
PETER: Well, little sister, what is this urgent business you must speak with me about? (he goes and sits on the sofa, and motions for her to join him)
JANE: (going to him, You know, I really wish you wouldn't call me little sister.
PETER: Yes, well, I know you are three years my elder. But none the less, I look out for you, so, naturally, I feel like your big brother. (Peter chortles, but Jane doesn't' even smile.)
JANE: Peter, there is another reason I don't want to be called by that name. (pause)
PETER: What exactly are you hinting at Jane?
JANE: I mean, I don't now, nor have I ever felt like your sister.
PETER: (perplexed) I don't think I see what you are saying. You are my sister, so why should I not call you so?
JANE: (taking his hand in hers) Peter, (pause) I love you.
PETER: Well, and I you, Jane, You can rest assured of it. You mean everything to me. Just as much as Wendy Mother. Now, come, come, what is all this about?
JANE: No, no, Peter. Not that kind of love. I am IN LOVE with you.
PETER: Jane, I do not think I understand. (pause. Jane is looking deep in his eyes. she studies his face. she then bursts into tears. seeing her cry, Peter wraps his arms around her.) Jane, my darling, what are all these tears for?
JANE: Oh, Peter! You really don't understand do you.
PETER: (gently but with great innocence) No. (Jane turns away from him, and puts her face in her hands to weep.) Jane, tell me what is wrong, why are you crying? MAKE ME understand. (Jane turns with tears streaming down her face toward him)
JANE: I cannot. I see now I cannot. (pause. then Jane tries one more time. She crosses to Peter slowly, then wraps her hand around his neck. Peter stares at her in confusion. Then, Jane pulls his head down and kisses him on the lips. The kiss is long, and Jane pulls Peter closer in an embrace. Yet he does not wrap his body with hers. After a while she pulls away. She smiles.) You didn't feel anything did you.
PETER: (quietly and halfway in shock) I don't know what I'm suppose to feel. I felt lips, but if you mean inside, no, nothing. I didn't feel any different. (Jane smiles, and then backs away wiping her eyes. Wendy re-enters. She can all ready tell what has happened.)
Wendy, mother, I demand to know what is going on here! Why is Jane crying?! (he begins to cry) What is happening in this house? ! Why would Jane---(breaking off deciding not to betray Jane's kiss, for though it meant nothing to him, he thinks it would hurt to hear the words uttered.) Why do you look at me that way? Why does Jane cry because I cannot understand? (pause) Does this have something to do with your stories? (He crosses to Wendy) Am I really that...that...boy? Am I not yours....mother? (Wendy hands him the package. He looks up at her perplexed.)
WENDY: You have always been mine. (Peter opens the box, and stares at it's contents before removing the object. It is the "kiss" Wendy gave Peter over twenty years ago.) You will always be mine...Peter Pan! 9Peter walks over to the center of the stage. He is examining the thimble.
PETER: I remember. I remember Neverland. Tiger Lily. The Neverbirds. The Homes Underground. The night I came for you, Wendy. The stories of Cinderella. This kiss you gave me. I remember....(his face squints) Hook! (his voice grows in excitement.) Battles! Adventures! Flying! Fighting! and...(he crows)
WENDY: (close to tears, she brings him his golden playing pipes.) Hullo, boy. (Peter smiles, and plays a short tune on his little pipes. All of a sudden, who should fly through the nursery window, but the fairy Tinkerbell! Chimes peal out loudly as the fairy speaks! The room is illuminated with her glow.)
PETER: Tink! Hullo, Tink! Did you miss me? (Tinerkbell speaks in fairy tinkling language every excitedly.) Yes, Tink. I am coming home. (she sprinkles fairy dust on him, and he begins to fly and crow all at once.) What a lovely sight I am to see! Look at me, Jane! Look at me! (Jane has turns to look at him in tears. Seeing this, Peter flies back down, and goes to her.) Jane? (he gets close to her face, and wipes a tear off her cheek.) Tears? Not for me, Jane? Have I done something wrong?
JANE: Not you, not ever, my love, only I. (there is a pause, as Peter stares at her perplexed.)
PETER: (quietly still staring like he's examining her expression.) I must go now, Jane. I must go home.
JANE: Yes, Peter. Home to Never Neverland. It is time.
PETER: I will come back for you? Next spring? We can have more adventures?
JANE: Yes, Peter, oh yes. Many more adventures. (pause) Peter, will you give me a kiss good-bye? (Peter hold out the thimble to her.)
PETER: It's Wendy's. But she won't mind if I give it to you. (Jane closes Peter's fingers around the thimble.
JANE: No, Peter. Not a kiss. A thimble.
PETER: What is---(Jane interrupts him, by placing her finger over his mouth. Slowly, she moves up, and gives Peter a thimble. He keeps his eyes opened like he is surprised, but after a while, seeing that Jane has her eyes closed, closes his as well. After Jane pulls away, Peter touches his lips. He has a curious look on his face, not one of pleasure, but one of forgetfulness.) Good-bye, Jane.
JANE: Good-bye, Peter Pan. (Peter crosses to Wendy.)
PETER: Good-bye, Mother.
WENDY: Good-bye, my little love. (she then kisses him on the cheek. Peter seems to approve this better than the other kiss. As soon as Wendy draws away, there are flashes of starlit lights, and Peter stands before us again, this time as the little eleven year old boy he used to be. He looks up at Wendy.)
PETER: Hullo, Wendy!
WENDY: Hullo, Peter.
PETER: We had fun, Jane. I'll be back for you next spring. Promise.
JANE: (choking back tears) I look forward to it with great anticipation, Peter.
PETER: Come one, Tink! Let's go homes (Peter flies out the window with Tinkerbell, as Jane and Wendy rush to the window to watch Peter fly away. They wave. After a pause, they both turn around. Wendy puts her arm around Jane.)
JANE: He won't remember, will he Mother. The past seven years.
WENDY: No, precious, and it is better he does not. Now he can return and set things right again in Neverland. It will be as if he never left. (Jane smiles at her mother.)
JANE: Then, I suppose we did the right thing.
WENDY: Yes dear. We did the right thing for every little child who still has dreams to come true. Including you and I as well. (they embrace, and Jane goes upstairs. Wendy is about to join her, when she notices Peter's thimble lying on the floor. She goes and picks it up, and puts it in the drawer that her Mother used to hide Peter's shadow in so many years ago. She closes the drawer.) Until one day you return. (she goes to the window. Looking up at the stairs she speaks.) I will never forget you....my little love...my Peter Pan....(she starts to close the window, but thinking better of it, leaves it open, just a little bit. She smiles at her decision, then walks up the nursery stairs and turns the nursery light off. The stage becomes dimly lit. We hear the clock strike 12 o'clock. Spotlight on an old man, who has been the previous voice over, in the down right corner.)
REPRESENTATION OF J.M. BARRIE: So, all was restored, and all were happy. Peter came just in time to rescue his band, and set everything right. And Wendy and Jane kept their promise. They never forgot the little boy who never really did grow up. They passes his story down to many children. Including me, one of their little boy listeners who grew up to write their stories of Peter's many adventures down on paper. But no one knew what happened in the end. Except now, all of you who witnessed the finale for the very first time. Tell the real ending to the bedtime story. The children want to hear, and you can rest assured they will never forget Peter either. Wish on the second start to the right, and maybe on one clear night when you least expect it, Peter just may appear outside your very own nursery window to hear you telling your stories of him to your child for forever, and years to follow. (Blackout.)
END
Well readers, that's how it all ended! I hope you liked the story, I thought it was very different from a lot of sequels out there. I plan to write many more fanfics, and who knows, maybe Peter just might have one more adventure! Thanks once again for reading, and review if you like. I always value input.
Forever yours in Neverland,
Miss JM Barrie
(The nursery is decorated with party with party streamers and balloons. It is Peter's 18th birthday. All onstage are dressed in the finest apparel. Stanley, Michael, Jane, John, and Corey *once known as Curly in the Neverland* are gathered around talking in loud and happy voices. Wendy is off in the corner, cradling what looks to be a small packages birthday present. She is extremely dejected.)
JOHN: Well, Peter, another few minutes, and it will be midnight. You will be a grown man, and ready to begin another part of your life.
PETER: At long last. Wendy Mother still thinks I'm some sort of little boy. I am afraid I will always be treated the same by her. (Peter says this casually and smiles in Wendy's direction. Reluctantly, she returns the smile.)
COREY: Ah, well, Peter, we all went through the same thing with my darling sister.
MICHAEL: Just think of it, Peter. As soon as you graduate from school, you will have a regular office and a desk in the Darling Family Business.
PETER: It's been long awaited, you can believe me on that, uncle. (the chatter dies down so that we can hear Wendy's line.)
WENDY: (speaking to the box) You are our last hope, little one. (the chatter rises up again.)
STANLEY: (over the noise) Well, I wish I could stay longer, Peter, but there is still much worked to be done before the office closes down for the night. You can't expect some of these youngblood executives to handle a real man's work. (he shakes Peter's hand.) Congratulations, OLD man! (crowd laughs)
PETER: Not quite so old, yet! (Stanley exits with Corey.)
MICHAEL: We must be going to. Sylvia is expecting me home early, and I hear you have a rugby game to catch tomorrow, John.
JOHN: Yes. Jonathan is starting the game off, and I promised my son I would be there. First round of nationals you know. So, I must retire early. My bones are not all they used to be.
PETER: Come, come now, Uncle John. After all you're only what? 112? (John smirks as Michael, Peter, and Jane laugh. John then smiles, as he and Michael exit. Peter, Jane, and Wendy are left alone in the room. Peter crosses to Wendy with a smile.) Thank you for the wonderful party. It was as charming as you always make them, and as you always are. (He kisses her on the cheek.)
WENDY: Peter, you are such a flirt. (she exchanges an awkward smile with his.) You are welcome, dearest.
PETER: (noticing the package in Wendy's hand.) What is that, Wendy Mother? (Wendy stands)
WENDY: Peter, darling, there is something I must speak with you about. (Jane hurriedly intervenes, sensing her mother is trying to tell Peter some more about his past.)
JANE: Why, mother, it's Peter's present! We must have overlooked this one in all the excitement. Oh, and look, you have forgotten to add a bow to it as well. Why don't you go look for one, while I talk over some business with Peter (Wendy slowly nods, and leaves to look for the bow. Peter and Jane are alone now.)
PETER: Well, little sister, what is this urgent business you must speak with me about? (he goes and sits on the sofa, and motions for her to join him)
JANE: (going to him, You know, I really wish you wouldn't call me little sister.
PETER: Yes, well, I know you are three years my elder. But none the less, I look out for you, so, naturally, I feel like your big brother. (Peter chortles, but Jane doesn't' even smile.)
JANE: Peter, there is another reason I don't want to be called by that name. (pause)
PETER: What exactly are you hinting at Jane?
JANE: I mean, I don't now, nor have I ever felt like your sister.
PETER: (perplexed) I don't think I see what you are saying. You are my sister, so why should I not call you so?
JANE: (taking his hand in hers) Peter, (pause) I love you.
PETER: Well, and I you, Jane, You can rest assured of it. You mean everything to me. Just as much as Wendy Mother. Now, come, come, what is all this about?
JANE: No, no, Peter. Not that kind of love. I am IN LOVE with you.
PETER: Jane, I do not think I understand. (pause. Jane is looking deep in his eyes. she studies his face. she then bursts into tears. seeing her cry, Peter wraps his arms around her.) Jane, my darling, what are all these tears for?
JANE: Oh, Peter! You really don't understand do you.
PETER: (gently but with great innocence) No. (Jane turns away from him, and puts her face in her hands to weep.) Jane, tell me what is wrong, why are you crying? MAKE ME understand. (Jane turns with tears streaming down her face toward him)
JANE: I cannot. I see now I cannot. (pause. then Jane tries one more time. She crosses to Peter slowly, then wraps her hand around his neck. Peter stares at her in confusion. Then, Jane pulls his head down and kisses him on the lips. The kiss is long, and Jane pulls Peter closer in an embrace. Yet he does not wrap his body with hers. After a while she pulls away. She smiles.) You didn't feel anything did you.
PETER: (quietly and halfway in shock) I don't know what I'm suppose to feel. I felt lips, but if you mean inside, no, nothing. I didn't feel any different. (Jane smiles, and then backs away wiping her eyes. Wendy re-enters. She can all ready tell what has happened.)
Wendy, mother, I demand to know what is going on here! Why is Jane crying?! (he begins to cry) What is happening in this house? ! Why would Jane---(breaking off deciding not to betray Jane's kiss, for though it meant nothing to him, he thinks it would hurt to hear the words uttered.) Why do you look at me that way? Why does Jane cry because I cannot understand? (pause) Does this have something to do with your stories? (He crosses to Wendy) Am I really that...that...boy? Am I not yours....mother? (Wendy hands him the package. He looks up at her perplexed.)
WENDY: You have always been mine. (Peter opens the box, and stares at it's contents before removing the object. It is the "kiss" Wendy gave Peter over twenty years ago.) You will always be mine...Peter Pan! 9Peter walks over to the center of the stage. He is examining the thimble.
PETER: I remember. I remember Neverland. Tiger Lily. The Neverbirds. The Homes Underground. The night I came for you, Wendy. The stories of Cinderella. This kiss you gave me. I remember....(his face squints) Hook! (his voice grows in excitement.) Battles! Adventures! Flying! Fighting! and...(he crows)
WENDY: (close to tears, she brings him his golden playing pipes.) Hullo, boy. (Peter smiles, and plays a short tune on his little pipes. All of a sudden, who should fly through the nursery window, but the fairy Tinkerbell! Chimes peal out loudly as the fairy speaks! The room is illuminated with her glow.)
PETER: Tink! Hullo, Tink! Did you miss me? (Tinerkbell speaks in fairy tinkling language every excitedly.) Yes, Tink. I am coming home. (she sprinkles fairy dust on him, and he begins to fly and crow all at once.) What a lovely sight I am to see! Look at me, Jane! Look at me! (Jane has turns to look at him in tears. Seeing this, Peter flies back down, and goes to her.) Jane? (he gets close to her face, and wipes a tear off her cheek.) Tears? Not for me, Jane? Have I done something wrong?
JANE: Not you, not ever, my love, only I. (there is a pause, as Peter stares at her perplexed.)
PETER: (quietly still staring like he's examining her expression.) I must go now, Jane. I must go home.
JANE: Yes, Peter. Home to Never Neverland. It is time.
PETER: I will come back for you? Next spring? We can have more adventures?
JANE: Yes, Peter, oh yes. Many more adventures. (pause) Peter, will you give me a kiss good-bye? (Peter hold out the thimble to her.)
PETER: It's Wendy's. But she won't mind if I give it to you. (Jane closes Peter's fingers around the thimble.
JANE: No, Peter. Not a kiss. A thimble.
PETER: What is---(Jane interrupts him, by placing her finger over his mouth. Slowly, she moves up, and gives Peter a thimble. He keeps his eyes opened like he is surprised, but after a while, seeing that Jane has her eyes closed, closes his as well. After Jane pulls away, Peter touches his lips. He has a curious look on his face, not one of pleasure, but one of forgetfulness.) Good-bye, Jane.
JANE: Good-bye, Peter Pan. (Peter crosses to Wendy.)
PETER: Good-bye, Mother.
WENDY: Good-bye, my little love. (she then kisses him on the cheek. Peter seems to approve this better than the other kiss. As soon as Wendy draws away, there are flashes of starlit lights, and Peter stands before us again, this time as the little eleven year old boy he used to be. He looks up at Wendy.)
PETER: Hullo, Wendy!
WENDY: Hullo, Peter.
PETER: We had fun, Jane. I'll be back for you next spring. Promise.
JANE: (choking back tears) I look forward to it with great anticipation, Peter.
PETER: Come one, Tink! Let's go homes (Peter flies out the window with Tinkerbell, as Jane and Wendy rush to the window to watch Peter fly away. They wave. After a pause, they both turn around. Wendy puts her arm around Jane.)
JANE: He won't remember, will he Mother. The past seven years.
WENDY: No, precious, and it is better he does not. Now he can return and set things right again in Neverland. It will be as if he never left. (Jane smiles at her mother.)
JANE: Then, I suppose we did the right thing.
WENDY: Yes dear. We did the right thing for every little child who still has dreams to come true. Including you and I as well. (they embrace, and Jane goes upstairs. Wendy is about to join her, when she notices Peter's thimble lying on the floor. She goes and picks it up, and puts it in the drawer that her Mother used to hide Peter's shadow in so many years ago. She closes the drawer.) Until one day you return. (she goes to the window. Looking up at the stairs she speaks.) I will never forget you....my little love...my Peter Pan....(she starts to close the window, but thinking better of it, leaves it open, just a little bit. She smiles at her decision, then walks up the nursery stairs and turns the nursery light off. The stage becomes dimly lit. We hear the clock strike 12 o'clock. Spotlight on an old man, who has been the previous voice over, in the down right corner.)
REPRESENTATION OF J.M. BARRIE: So, all was restored, and all were happy. Peter came just in time to rescue his band, and set everything right. And Wendy and Jane kept their promise. They never forgot the little boy who never really did grow up. They passes his story down to many children. Including me, one of their little boy listeners who grew up to write their stories of Peter's many adventures down on paper. But no one knew what happened in the end. Except now, all of you who witnessed the finale for the very first time. Tell the real ending to the bedtime story. The children want to hear, and you can rest assured they will never forget Peter either. Wish on the second start to the right, and maybe on one clear night when you least expect it, Peter just may appear outside your very own nursery window to hear you telling your stories of him to your child for forever, and years to follow. (Blackout.)
END
Well readers, that's how it all ended! I hope you liked the story, I thought it was very different from a lot of sequels out there. I plan to write many more fanfics, and who knows, maybe Peter just might have one more adventure! Thanks once again for reading, and review if you like. I always value input.
Forever yours in Neverland,
Miss JM Barrie
