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My Darling readers: This chapter is really where the story begins; the rest was just prologue stuff. And don't worry; there's a reason for the stuff that happens in here, and it'll be made clearer in my next few chapters. Please read and review and enjoy : )
Disclaimer: I don't own the story Peter Pan or any of the ideas from it. Those belong to the wonderful people that made it into a movie (an amazing movie that I've seen 3 times so far) and of course, J.M. Barrie, whose book really gave me a better perspective on the entire story.
Isabelle, TribeRules, young hitomi, and kay: Thanks so much for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter too! And kay, I was a little worried the water balloons would be too modern sounding, but I'm glad you liked them : )
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Chapter Two: Conflict and Disappearance
It was not until after they had settled into dinner that the Darlings noticed something amiss. "Wendy's gone!" Tootles cried suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her empty chair.
Mrs. Darling sighed. "I'm afraid she hasn't left her room since you punished her, dear," she told Mr. Darling with a slightly reprimanding tone in her sweet, perceptive voice.
"Serves her right!" Mr. Darling barked, reaching across the table for a roll. "If she's going to break windows in a church, in a church! with that ragamuffin scoundrel, she must be punished for it." He caught the look Mrs. Darling was giving him. "In a church, Mary!" he cried defensively.
"It was an accident, dear," Mary Darling reminded him gently. "And Alex Davidson isn't such a scoundrel. I had him over for tea; he was very well mannered. You may think less highly of him, dear," she continued and her voice grew slightly more disapproving, "because his father is your rival at work for that promotion you have been obsessing over of late."
"No such thing at all, Mary!" Mr. Darling grabbed the corn bowl from under John's nose. The children exchanged knowing glances. They were all on the side of Mrs. Darling, of course, not necessarily because she was right but because they adored her so implicitly that they agreed with every word she said. "I simply know that, before she met him, Wendy was quite a respectable girl. She never got in trouble for vandalism."
"George," Mary reprimanded, and her sweet voice grew as hard and stern as it was able, "you could hardly call an out of control game and a few broken windows an act of vandalism. Besides, before Wendy met Alex, she was so depressed and lonesome that I just didn't know what to do with her."
"Lonesome, in this house?" Mr. Darling muttered derisively. The Lost boys and John and Michael, sensing an offense to them, clenched their hands into fists beneath the table. But, before anyone could say something more, the telephone rang and Mrs. Darling gladly rose to answer it.
"Mrs. Caral, how nice to speak...Oh dear, how awful! Well, I can assure you that my Wendy was not involved...Your daughter Marissa saw her? That's quite impossible, she has been confined to her room all day...Yes I'm quite sure...Good day, Mrs. Caral." Mrs. Darling hung up, a forced smile on her face. George had already gone back to the evening paper.
Dinner went back to normal.
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Wendy rolled over in bed and opened her eyes. It was dark outside. The clock in the hall chimed half past the hour but she wasn't quite sure what the hour was. The teenager yawned and dug her fists into her eyes. She was going to have to call Alex in the morning and apologize.
She sighed into the darkness. "Peter, I'm sorry I want to forget you," she whispered, barely conscious of it. "I'm sorry."
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Outside her window, a tall boy hovered, a stern expression on his face. It seemed that the apparent age he was gaining, although he had not returned to London in a year's time, was also bringing a deal of maturity with it. In the darkness, several grim shapes hovered and swooped around him. The fairies had turned off their little lights for this grim task, and all of them were flitting back and forth in anxiety and barely-contained anger.
"Let's just kill her," one of them had suggested on the way from Neverland.
Peter had frowned at the fairy that had spoken and replied, "We cannot kill her!" He had lowered his voice somewhat, remembering what sort of a mission it was, and had added, "She is needed to undo what she has caused."
Now, deciding Wendy had fallen asleep again, the boy stole quietly into the room and crept to the closed door. Peter put his ear against it for a moment; satisfied by the silence that met him, he flicked the bolt across and turned back to see the fairies' progress upon Wendy.
The sleeping girl, still wrapped inside a quilt that Mrs. Darling herself had sewn, was held three feet above the bed by twenty madly fluttering fairies. The fairies were struggling to keep their laughter inside; it was a very solemn affair, to be sure, but they could not help feeling very clever and very sneaky.
"Through the window and back to Neverland!" Peter ordered, and led the way out of the room through the still-open window. The fairies followed him, their wings beating quick and sure; they were small but they were quite strong for their size, and it was an easy matter to follow Peter through while carrying Wendy, even when she rolled over in her sleep.
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Next chapter's coming along, there won't be much in the way of explanation just yet, I'm afraid, but don't worry, everything will fall together in its own time ; ) There's another main character that I don't want to lose quite yet that may play a role in what's coming. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, please keep reading!
My Darling readers: This chapter is really where the story begins; the rest was just prologue stuff. And don't worry; there's a reason for the stuff that happens in here, and it'll be made clearer in my next few chapters. Please read and review and enjoy : )
Disclaimer: I don't own the story Peter Pan or any of the ideas from it. Those belong to the wonderful people that made it into a movie (an amazing movie that I've seen 3 times so far) and of course, J.M. Barrie, whose book really gave me a better perspective on the entire story.
Isabelle, TribeRules, young hitomi, and kay: Thanks so much for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter too! And kay, I was a little worried the water balloons would be too modern sounding, but I'm glad you liked them : )
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Chapter Two: Conflict and Disappearance
It was not until after they had settled into dinner that the Darlings noticed something amiss. "Wendy's gone!" Tootles cried suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her empty chair.
Mrs. Darling sighed. "I'm afraid she hasn't left her room since you punished her, dear," she told Mr. Darling with a slightly reprimanding tone in her sweet, perceptive voice.
"Serves her right!" Mr. Darling barked, reaching across the table for a roll. "If she's going to break windows in a church, in a church! with that ragamuffin scoundrel, she must be punished for it." He caught the look Mrs. Darling was giving him. "In a church, Mary!" he cried defensively.
"It was an accident, dear," Mary Darling reminded him gently. "And Alex Davidson isn't such a scoundrel. I had him over for tea; he was very well mannered. You may think less highly of him, dear," she continued and her voice grew slightly more disapproving, "because his father is your rival at work for that promotion you have been obsessing over of late."
"No such thing at all, Mary!" Mr. Darling grabbed the corn bowl from under John's nose. The children exchanged knowing glances. They were all on the side of Mrs. Darling, of course, not necessarily because she was right but because they adored her so implicitly that they agreed with every word she said. "I simply know that, before she met him, Wendy was quite a respectable girl. She never got in trouble for vandalism."
"George," Mary reprimanded, and her sweet voice grew as hard and stern as it was able, "you could hardly call an out of control game and a few broken windows an act of vandalism. Besides, before Wendy met Alex, she was so depressed and lonesome that I just didn't know what to do with her."
"Lonesome, in this house?" Mr. Darling muttered derisively. The Lost boys and John and Michael, sensing an offense to them, clenched their hands into fists beneath the table. But, before anyone could say something more, the telephone rang and Mrs. Darling gladly rose to answer it.
"Mrs. Caral, how nice to speak...Oh dear, how awful! Well, I can assure you that my Wendy was not involved...Your daughter Marissa saw her? That's quite impossible, she has been confined to her room all day...Yes I'm quite sure...Good day, Mrs. Caral." Mrs. Darling hung up, a forced smile on her face. George had already gone back to the evening paper.
Dinner went back to normal.
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Wendy rolled over in bed and opened her eyes. It was dark outside. The clock in the hall chimed half past the hour but she wasn't quite sure what the hour was. The teenager yawned and dug her fists into her eyes. She was going to have to call Alex in the morning and apologize.
She sighed into the darkness. "Peter, I'm sorry I want to forget you," she whispered, barely conscious of it. "I'm sorry."
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Outside her window, a tall boy hovered, a stern expression on his face. It seemed that the apparent age he was gaining, although he had not returned to London in a year's time, was also bringing a deal of maturity with it. In the darkness, several grim shapes hovered and swooped around him. The fairies had turned off their little lights for this grim task, and all of them were flitting back and forth in anxiety and barely-contained anger.
"Let's just kill her," one of them had suggested on the way from Neverland.
Peter had frowned at the fairy that had spoken and replied, "We cannot kill her!" He had lowered his voice somewhat, remembering what sort of a mission it was, and had added, "She is needed to undo what she has caused."
Now, deciding Wendy had fallen asleep again, the boy stole quietly into the room and crept to the closed door. Peter put his ear against it for a moment; satisfied by the silence that met him, he flicked the bolt across and turned back to see the fairies' progress upon Wendy.
The sleeping girl, still wrapped inside a quilt that Mrs. Darling herself had sewn, was held three feet above the bed by twenty madly fluttering fairies. The fairies were struggling to keep their laughter inside; it was a very solemn affair, to be sure, but they could not help feeling very clever and very sneaky.
"Through the window and back to Neverland!" Peter ordered, and led the way out of the room through the still-open window. The fairies followed him, their wings beating quick and sure; they were small but they were quite strong for their size, and it was an easy matter to follow Peter through while carrying Wendy, even when she rolled over in her sleep.
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Next chapter's coming along, there won't be much in the way of explanation just yet, I'm afraid, but don't worry, everything will fall together in its own time ; ) There's another main character that I don't want to lose quite yet that may play a role in what's coming. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, please keep reading!
