As I said in the first chapter, I do not own anything but the plot itself.
I do not own the rights to Peter Pan, all that I wish to own is the story
itself.
I am sorry that I have not written in such a long time, I have been on vacation among other things, plus I am having a writers block. But don't you believe that I will let that stop me. I will keep writing no matter what. and I know, excuses, excuses, excuses, now on with the story..
Chapter 2
Neverland
The sun rose early the next morning, for it was on Peter's side, ready for another new day. Peter too woke early, he was ready for action, but what he found was not a hyper girl ready to play, but Angela, asleep on her bed.
This surprised Peter, he had thought that Angela would be ready for a new day. After a few efforts to wake her up he slowly walked back to the room that he had been staying in.
In an effort to entertain himself he took out the clothing that Angela had given him to wear that day.
"And no flying," Angela had said.
"How can I not fly, without flying there is no faith, trust, and pixy dust," he said to himself, "So this is what I am to wear today, it does seem a little odd, don't it Tink?"
There was no reply.
"Hey, were did Tink go?" he thought to himself.
he began to search about the room, but found nothing and no one. She had been there last night, where could she have gone?
"Tinkerbell, Tink, where are you?" he continued to search.
A sound was heard, a tinkling sound, from the window, just then.
"You know I think you would look rather silly in those clothes," Tink said laughing in fairy language.
"Tink, where did you go?" Peter questioned.
"Home, and I only came back to get you," she answered.
"Tink, you know I am staying for two weeks here, can't you except that?" Peter told her.
Tinkerbell stuck her tongue out and her face started to turn red as she turned around and flew out the window.
"Tink, Tink," Peter cried out and flew after her. Tinkerbell smiled, she had had a feeling that he would follow, and unfortunately Peter caught up with her and was able to grab a hold of her in his hands.
"Now come on Tink, you have to be reasonable," he told her.
She pointed her face up and turned it the other way as if to say, "Why should I care."
"Tink," Peter urged, "just give it a chance, I want to try this grown up thing for once."
She turned and looked at him, then said in fairy language, "You would honestly think that you want to grow up, Peter."
"Well, maybe I do, if it means not being lonely any more," He replied.
Tinkerbell was very upset when she heard this. The look on her face was of a schocked fairy. She was not only angry but shocked. She managed get free of Peter's grip and flew off into the distance. Has she not been company to him. How could he be lonely with her around and all the adventures that were still left to be played?
Peter flew back to the house, making sure that nobody saw him. When he got there he sat down on the bed in his room. He looked once again at the clean, perfect clothes that were laid out for him. He thought hard, looking every second at the normal clothing he was to wear. Was that what he was to be, normal?
"Peter," Angela's soft, soothing voice came from the door.
"Hi, Angela," he answered.
"Peter, you are not ready for this yet, are you?" she asked him.
"I'm not sure," he replied.
"Would you like to try this one day, as a normal 17 year old would?" she asked him.
"I will never grow up, Angela. But for you I would spend a day as a normal, 17 year old," the words swallowed down his throat, he missed Tink already, but knew this was something that he had to do.
"What is your decision, Peter Pan?" she questioned.
"What news from Jane?" he asked.
"I have spoken to her, I have convinced her to come, but it seems she does not believe and longer. I am sorry Peter," she answered.
"When will she be arriving?" he asked.
"In 3 weeks," Angela answered.
"Then in three weeks I will visit this place you call London, but you must come with me to Neverland," he told her.
"I don't know Peter, I never told you, but I do have a job. I help out at the nursery downtown. I can not miss work," she told him.
"There is no work in Neverland, miss three weeks, will it hurt?" he begged.
"Peter, you are so magical, you are Peter Pan, and I am, plain Angela, how can I go with you to such a wonderful place?" she questioned.
"Come with me, before you turn 18, before your past visits you again, before Jane, before Wendy, visit a place where time is never planned, Neverland," he told her.
"Did we not have this same fun argument last night, Peter?" Angela questioned.
"Yes, I suppose. But Neverland, Angela, don't you want to be my mother?" he asked.
"Peter, you have swept me off of my feet, but," she paused, "I can not."
"Why!" Peter yelled.
"Peter you have already said that you would stay here for three weeks..." she started.
"Two weeks," Peter interrupted.
"Yes Peter, two weeks," she sat down on the bed and sighed, "Peter, how can I?"
"All it takes is faith, trust, and pixy dust, Angela," Peter told her.
"You really are Peter Pan, aren't you?" she said.
"Neverland is the perfect place for you. Come be my mother, bring luck to the island, make lost boys want to come again," he told her.
"Peter Pan, the avenger, huh? So how do you plan to protect me when the evil Captain Hook arrives?" She questioned, picking up a piece of cardboard from the floor and bending it in half to pretend it was a sword.
"So you will go with me?" Peter anxiously questioned.
"Avast me matey, be you Peter Pan?" Angela cried, "Me name is Angela, and I am your new mother," she told him.
Peter leaped with joy and began flying about the room.
"But no one must see us flying," she told him. "Yes, mother dear," Peter replied, throwing some fairy dust on her, "That should last you until we get there, then Tink can give you some more," Peter told her, "Now just think happy thoughts and up you go," he yelled out with joy.
Angela smiled as they flew out the window, making sure that no one would see them. Once they were out of sight they flew up and straight on till morning.
They had been lucky, for not many stars were still shining that morning, except one, Neverland, that always shown as a symbol of hope.
The colors were beautiful. Angela saw many things from hi up, and when they reached the gate to Neverland, the colors were even more beautiful. For a giant rainbow shown over the island, and the island itself was the most wonderful thing that Angela had ever seen.
"We are all ready for another day!" she shouted out, ready for adventure to came her way.
I am sorry that I have not written in such a long time, I have been on vacation among other things, plus I am having a writers block. But don't you believe that I will let that stop me. I will keep writing no matter what. and I know, excuses, excuses, excuses, now on with the story..
Chapter 2
Neverland
The sun rose early the next morning, for it was on Peter's side, ready for another new day. Peter too woke early, he was ready for action, but what he found was not a hyper girl ready to play, but Angela, asleep on her bed.
This surprised Peter, he had thought that Angela would be ready for a new day. After a few efforts to wake her up he slowly walked back to the room that he had been staying in.
In an effort to entertain himself he took out the clothing that Angela had given him to wear that day.
"And no flying," Angela had said.
"How can I not fly, without flying there is no faith, trust, and pixy dust," he said to himself, "So this is what I am to wear today, it does seem a little odd, don't it Tink?"
There was no reply.
"Hey, were did Tink go?" he thought to himself.
he began to search about the room, but found nothing and no one. She had been there last night, where could she have gone?
"Tinkerbell, Tink, where are you?" he continued to search.
A sound was heard, a tinkling sound, from the window, just then.
"You know I think you would look rather silly in those clothes," Tink said laughing in fairy language.
"Tink, where did you go?" Peter questioned.
"Home, and I only came back to get you," she answered.
"Tink, you know I am staying for two weeks here, can't you except that?" Peter told her.
Tinkerbell stuck her tongue out and her face started to turn red as she turned around and flew out the window.
"Tink, Tink," Peter cried out and flew after her. Tinkerbell smiled, she had had a feeling that he would follow, and unfortunately Peter caught up with her and was able to grab a hold of her in his hands.
"Now come on Tink, you have to be reasonable," he told her.
She pointed her face up and turned it the other way as if to say, "Why should I care."
"Tink," Peter urged, "just give it a chance, I want to try this grown up thing for once."
She turned and looked at him, then said in fairy language, "You would honestly think that you want to grow up, Peter."
"Well, maybe I do, if it means not being lonely any more," He replied.
Tinkerbell was very upset when she heard this. The look on her face was of a schocked fairy. She was not only angry but shocked. She managed get free of Peter's grip and flew off into the distance. Has she not been company to him. How could he be lonely with her around and all the adventures that were still left to be played?
Peter flew back to the house, making sure that nobody saw him. When he got there he sat down on the bed in his room. He looked once again at the clean, perfect clothes that were laid out for him. He thought hard, looking every second at the normal clothing he was to wear. Was that what he was to be, normal?
"Peter," Angela's soft, soothing voice came from the door.
"Hi, Angela," he answered.
"Peter, you are not ready for this yet, are you?" she asked him.
"I'm not sure," he replied.
"Would you like to try this one day, as a normal 17 year old would?" she asked him.
"I will never grow up, Angela. But for you I would spend a day as a normal, 17 year old," the words swallowed down his throat, he missed Tink already, but knew this was something that he had to do.
"What is your decision, Peter Pan?" she questioned.
"What news from Jane?" he asked.
"I have spoken to her, I have convinced her to come, but it seems she does not believe and longer. I am sorry Peter," she answered.
"When will she be arriving?" he asked.
"In 3 weeks," Angela answered.
"Then in three weeks I will visit this place you call London, but you must come with me to Neverland," he told her.
"I don't know Peter, I never told you, but I do have a job. I help out at the nursery downtown. I can not miss work," she told him.
"There is no work in Neverland, miss three weeks, will it hurt?" he begged.
"Peter, you are so magical, you are Peter Pan, and I am, plain Angela, how can I go with you to such a wonderful place?" she questioned.
"Come with me, before you turn 18, before your past visits you again, before Jane, before Wendy, visit a place where time is never planned, Neverland," he told her.
"Did we not have this same fun argument last night, Peter?" Angela questioned.
"Yes, I suppose. But Neverland, Angela, don't you want to be my mother?" he asked.
"Peter, you have swept me off of my feet, but," she paused, "I can not."
"Why!" Peter yelled.
"Peter you have already said that you would stay here for three weeks..." she started.
"Two weeks," Peter interrupted.
"Yes Peter, two weeks," she sat down on the bed and sighed, "Peter, how can I?"
"All it takes is faith, trust, and pixy dust, Angela," Peter told her.
"You really are Peter Pan, aren't you?" she said.
"Neverland is the perfect place for you. Come be my mother, bring luck to the island, make lost boys want to come again," he told her.
"Peter Pan, the avenger, huh? So how do you plan to protect me when the evil Captain Hook arrives?" She questioned, picking up a piece of cardboard from the floor and bending it in half to pretend it was a sword.
"So you will go with me?" Peter anxiously questioned.
"Avast me matey, be you Peter Pan?" Angela cried, "Me name is Angela, and I am your new mother," she told him.
Peter leaped with joy and began flying about the room.
"But no one must see us flying," she told him. "Yes, mother dear," Peter replied, throwing some fairy dust on her, "That should last you until we get there, then Tink can give you some more," Peter told her, "Now just think happy thoughts and up you go," he yelled out with joy.
Angela smiled as they flew out the window, making sure that no one would see them. Once they were out of sight they flew up and straight on till morning.
They had been lucky, for not many stars were still shining that morning, except one, Neverland, that always shown as a symbol of hope.
The colors were beautiful. Angela saw many things from hi up, and when they reached the gate to Neverland, the colors were even more beautiful. For a giant rainbow shown over the island, and the island itself was the most wonderful thing that Angela had ever seen.
"We are all ready for another day!" she shouted out, ready for adventure to came her way.