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My Darling readers: Another chapter, come and gone. This one adds a little twist in the capture of Wendy; I couldn't just leave one of the main characters behind, after all ; ) You'll also get a side dish of foreshadowing to go along with all the action. Hope you all like this one, 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.
Melilot Took (a.k.a. Marli): Hey, thanks for commenting : ) Yeah, I want to try writing one, I need an idea. Of course it'll star the best character, Pippin ; )
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Chapter Three: A Hullabaloo
There was something, however, that Peter had not thought of in their hastily plotted capture...
The clock struck midnight. The houses were dark and the sidewalks were devoid of people...except one. Alex Davidson, hands in his pockets and bundled in a black leather jacket, walked determinedly along, his expression set, his mind replaying the scene with Wendy as he went. Why had he overreacted like that? She had called him Peter but he hadn't given her a chance to explain. Perhaps one of her brothers had taken ill and she was worried about him; she certainly had enough brothers.
Convinced something like this must be the case, for Wendy had clearly wanted to kiss him and must therefore feel something for him, Alex set his eyes with even more resolve toward her house as he turned onto her street.
The clock had stopped striking. Alex walked faster, counting shadows as he went; he had told no one that he was leaving and London's streets were not the most friendly after dark. He had left a note but his parents would hopefully not awake to find that until after he got back and it was safely burned or flushed down the toilet.
He squinted; was that Wendy's house? What was that hovering outside her window? He shook his head, trying to clear his sleep-blurred vision, and when he looked again, it was gone.
"I'm seeing things," he muttered.
Two houses away, he felt something fly past his ear. He jumped and reached upward; his hand brushed something in the dark. There was a light yet harsh sound of clanging bells. Squinting in the night, Alex was able to see a small creature whisk off down the street. He shook his head again. "Strange bird," he muttered. Strange bird indeed.
He reached the front lawn of Wendy's house and stole across it, hiding behind a tree that was closer to her window. Pulling a small rock from his pocket, he tossed it in the air a few times, experimenting with its weight and his own strength. He did not want to shatter her window, after all. He could not see that it was open already in the dark night or everyone might have been spared the commotion of what happened next.
Alex threw the rock with perfect precision, squarely toward the center of Wendy's windowpane, at the exact moment that Peter Pan, intent upon their silent getaway, came flying unawares through the window.
The little fairy that had been keeping guard and had brushed past Alex's ear, had just managed to push her way through the fairies crowding around the window. She cried out, "Peter, look out!" but she was too late.
The rock connected squarely with Peter's forehead. He somersaulted in the air and began to fall in a wild, diagonal angle. He managed to get his bearings, recover, and put on a burst of speed...right through the neighbor's lamppost.
Alex jumped up as shards flew everywhere. "Hey! Hey, you! Just what..." But now he had spotted the sleeping Wendy, floating as though in midair, dressed only in her white cotton nightgown and wrapped in a large, flowered quilt. Her brown hair fell across her face, matted still from tears. "Wendy!" he cried, running beneath her as though expecting her to fall. "Wendy!"
Lights were flickering on in the windows of the houses around them. Peter, seeing Alex's distraction, used the butt of the knife to knock the young man out mid-yell. "Terribly sorry," he whispered, easily lifting the unconscious Alex behind one of the Darlings' bushes alongside their house. "You'll be fine; the Darlings wont mind," Peter told him, to reassure himself more than anyone. Then he signaled to the fairies and they swooped off into the night.
Neighbors were peeking out windows and fetching kitchen knives in their alarm. The man across the street and two houses down slammed his front door back on the hinges, wielding a radio that was blaring Oldies music from both speakers. "What's all the hullabaloo?" he yelled, clearly drunk, over the steady beat of classical rock.
"Merv!" most of the neighbors peering into the street cried out collectively, and they retreated back into their houses. Merv was the street drunk, as it were; it seemed he had the neighborhood up half the night at least once a week with his loud, exuberant antics. They all knew, however, that his wife, Darcie, was having quite a hard time of it managing their affairs and that her son had passed away recently, and so they did not complain of it to the city hall, but merely contented themselves with yelling at Merv whenever they had the chance.
The Darlings were still standing in the door, watching the neighbors retreating back into their houses and looking at the lamppost that had shattered with dry expressions. Mr. Darling took the bread knife from beneath his cloak and handed it back to Mrs. Darling with a wry smile.
"At least it wasn't one of our kids," he commented as he locked the front door.
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Peter carried Wendy as they crossed the ocean; she curled up in his arms, still sleeping peacefully. He looked down at her and a tender expression flitted across his face. No! He reminded himself pointedly that she was a criminal, that she was the cause of all the problems that were erupting in Neverland. He had every right to be angry with her and no right at all to feel anything, especially after she had asked him about love. Love! How could she ever expect him to feel something like that? It was such a complicated emotion, such a grown-up emotion, that he did not even wish to think of it.
Instead, he thought of his actions back at Wendy's house. The people that had woken up had nearly spotted them; it was very good that they had been looking out at the street and not upward into the skies. Peter spotted Eyril, the little fairy that had tried to alert him of Alex's presence before he had left the house, and beckoned her to him. She flew eagerly near his face and he whispered,
"Eyril, please go back to Wendy's house and check on the boy that I hit. Be sure that he is all right."
She nodded her consent, feeling quite important indeed, and whirled around to fly back the way she had come, her head held high. Some of the fairies watched her departure; most rolled their eyes. They knew that Peter had a special fondness for her, and it wasn't because she was Princess Tinkerbell's cousin either. She had a speaking impediment, so that, when she spoke their language, her words were slurred and heavy. However, she was also able to manipulate her voice and speak some of the human words clearly enough to be understood. Thus Peter Pan sent her on all sorts of missions, especially when dealing with the children that had just come to Neverland and had not been exposed to the fairies' language, and took quite a liking to her.
They continued to fly towards the second star to the right, following Peter, not noticing the way he was looking at Wendy as they crossed the silent ocean beneath them and left behind the humble, sleeping city of London.
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Hope you all liked it!! Sorry it didn't hold much information for ya' about Wendy's capture, there'll be some of that in the next chapters, and some more about Alex too ; )
My Darling readers: Another chapter, come and gone. This one adds a little twist in the capture of Wendy; I couldn't just leave one of the main characters behind, after all ; ) You'll also get a side dish of foreshadowing to go along with all the action. Hope you all like this one, 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.
Melilot Took (a.k.a. Marli): Hey, thanks for commenting : ) Yeah, I want to try writing one, I need an idea. Of course it'll star the best character, Pippin ; )
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Chapter Three: A Hullabaloo
There was something, however, that Peter had not thought of in their hastily plotted capture...
The clock struck midnight. The houses were dark and the sidewalks were devoid of people...except one. Alex Davidson, hands in his pockets and bundled in a black leather jacket, walked determinedly along, his expression set, his mind replaying the scene with Wendy as he went. Why had he overreacted like that? She had called him Peter but he hadn't given her a chance to explain. Perhaps one of her brothers had taken ill and she was worried about him; she certainly had enough brothers.
Convinced something like this must be the case, for Wendy had clearly wanted to kiss him and must therefore feel something for him, Alex set his eyes with even more resolve toward her house as he turned onto her street.
The clock had stopped striking. Alex walked faster, counting shadows as he went; he had told no one that he was leaving and London's streets were not the most friendly after dark. He had left a note but his parents would hopefully not awake to find that until after he got back and it was safely burned or flushed down the toilet.
He squinted; was that Wendy's house? What was that hovering outside her window? He shook his head, trying to clear his sleep-blurred vision, and when he looked again, it was gone.
"I'm seeing things," he muttered.
Two houses away, he felt something fly past his ear. He jumped and reached upward; his hand brushed something in the dark. There was a light yet harsh sound of clanging bells. Squinting in the night, Alex was able to see a small creature whisk off down the street. He shook his head again. "Strange bird," he muttered. Strange bird indeed.
He reached the front lawn of Wendy's house and stole across it, hiding behind a tree that was closer to her window. Pulling a small rock from his pocket, he tossed it in the air a few times, experimenting with its weight and his own strength. He did not want to shatter her window, after all. He could not see that it was open already in the dark night or everyone might have been spared the commotion of what happened next.
Alex threw the rock with perfect precision, squarely toward the center of Wendy's windowpane, at the exact moment that Peter Pan, intent upon their silent getaway, came flying unawares through the window.
The little fairy that had been keeping guard and had brushed past Alex's ear, had just managed to push her way through the fairies crowding around the window. She cried out, "Peter, look out!" but she was too late.
The rock connected squarely with Peter's forehead. He somersaulted in the air and began to fall in a wild, diagonal angle. He managed to get his bearings, recover, and put on a burst of speed...right through the neighbor's lamppost.
Alex jumped up as shards flew everywhere. "Hey! Hey, you! Just what..." But now he had spotted the sleeping Wendy, floating as though in midair, dressed only in her white cotton nightgown and wrapped in a large, flowered quilt. Her brown hair fell across her face, matted still from tears. "Wendy!" he cried, running beneath her as though expecting her to fall. "Wendy!"
Lights were flickering on in the windows of the houses around them. Peter, seeing Alex's distraction, used the butt of the knife to knock the young man out mid-yell. "Terribly sorry," he whispered, easily lifting the unconscious Alex behind one of the Darlings' bushes alongside their house. "You'll be fine; the Darlings wont mind," Peter told him, to reassure himself more than anyone. Then he signaled to the fairies and they swooped off into the night.
Neighbors were peeking out windows and fetching kitchen knives in their alarm. The man across the street and two houses down slammed his front door back on the hinges, wielding a radio that was blaring Oldies music from both speakers. "What's all the hullabaloo?" he yelled, clearly drunk, over the steady beat of classical rock.
"Merv!" most of the neighbors peering into the street cried out collectively, and they retreated back into their houses. Merv was the street drunk, as it were; it seemed he had the neighborhood up half the night at least once a week with his loud, exuberant antics. They all knew, however, that his wife, Darcie, was having quite a hard time of it managing their affairs and that her son had passed away recently, and so they did not complain of it to the city hall, but merely contented themselves with yelling at Merv whenever they had the chance.
The Darlings were still standing in the door, watching the neighbors retreating back into their houses and looking at the lamppost that had shattered with dry expressions. Mr. Darling took the bread knife from beneath his cloak and handed it back to Mrs. Darling with a wry smile.
"At least it wasn't one of our kids," he commented as he locked the front door.
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Peter carried Wendy as they crossed the ocean; she curled up in his arms, still sleeping peacefully. He looked down at her and a tender expression flitted across his face. No! He reminded himself pointedly that she was a criminal, that she was the cause of all the problems that were erupting in Neverland. He had every right to be angry with her and no right at all to feel anything, especially after she had asked him about love. Love! How could she ever expect him to feel something like that? It was such a complicated emotion, such a grown-up emotion, that he did not even wish to think of it.
Instead, he thought of his actions back at Wendy's house. The people that had woken up had nearly spotted them; it was very good that they had been looking out at the street and not upward into the skies. Peter spotted Eyril, the little fairy that had tried to alert him of Alex's presence before he had left the house, and beckoned her to him. She flew eagerly near his face and he whispered,
"Eyril, please go back to Wendy's house and check on the boy that I hit. Be sure that he is all right."
She nodded her consent, feeling quite important indeed, and whirled around to fly back the way she had come, her head held high. Some of the fairies watched her departure; most rolled their eyes. They knew that Peter had a special fondness for her, and it wasn't because she was Princess Tinkerbell's cousin either. She had a speaking impediment, so that, when she spoke their language, her words were slurred and heavy. However, she was also able to manipulate her voice and speak some of the human words clearly enough to be understood. Thus Peter Pan sent her on all sorts of missions, especially when dealing with the children that had just come to Neverland and had not been exposed to the fairies' language, and took quite a liking to her.
They continued to fly towards the second star to the right, following Peter, not noticing the way he was looking at Wendy as they crossed the silent ocean beneath them and left behind the humble, sleeping city of London.
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Hope you all liked it!! Sorry it didn't hold much information for ya' about Wendy's capture, there'll be some of that in the next chapters, and some more about Alex too ; )
