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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, ellie here, it's 9:30 on Tuesday night and I just finished writing chapter four, so I really hope you like it! All of your great reviews have really inspired me to continue with this story, especially since it's really my first really serious fic ever. Love you all, thanks for your support!!!
*kisses*
Ellie
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Second room to the right....that sounded awfully familiar.
Peter crept down the hallway, stepping lightly so as to not wake Wendy's parents. This.....this.....house as they called it-it was like nothing he had ever seen or experienced. It was so small and closed off from the world, very different from his home back in Neverland, which was so natural and open. He reached the second door on the right side of the hallway, a plain, whitewashed door that seemed to scream 'Don't enter, you indecent fool, there's a lady sleeping in here!'
But true to form, he didn't listen to the whispered warning, and turned the knob slowly, hearing a gratifying click as the door opened.
'Please let her still be my Wendy.....Tell me she hasn't given up.'
The first thing he did when he entered the room was look around. This room was nothing like the nursery; no, he never would have expected to find his Wendy sleeping in room like this. The walls were a pale blue, with a trim of white flowers carved delicately around the ceiling. The room was covered by a thick white carpet that appeared stainless, much unlike the nursery carpet, which was stained beyond repair with food and goodness knows what else. Her clothes were neatly sorted in a closet to his left, and in the corner of the room her books were tucked squarely away in a nondescript shelf. The books were a tad dusty, it looked as though she hadn't picked up her favorite stories in a long time.
He wondered why. Did she not love stories anymore? She hadn't become . practical, had she? He certainly hoped not.
And in the center of the room was a bed that was shrouded in sky-blue gossamer curtains. He could hear light breathing coming from inside, and swallowed nervously. He was about to lay eyes on the girl whom he had not seen in six years; the girl who had given him her hidden kiss; who had tortured his feelings and dreams every night, night after night. Was she still his Wendy?
He was about to find out.
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The draperies surrounding the bed were closed. Peter took hold of them and with a deep breath, swung them open. He couldn't look down at her just yet.
But he did.
There lay his Wendy, asleep, a vision of loveliness, maybe even more so than she had been six years ago. Of course she was still his Wendy, what had he been worried about?
But she had definitely grown. But in his eyes, it wasn't quite as bad as he had thought. In fact, he found that he liked the change.
Her blue eyes were closed in slumber, and her auburn hair framed her pale skin and full red lips. She was taller; her quilt didn't quite reach her neck anymore. She had definitely grown, Peter could see curves that hadn't been there before, and her blanket clung to them in a shapely form. Her chest rose and fell with her small breaths, and Peter was entranced.
He hovered over her sleeping form, looking directly down at her face. She was like a doll, one of those things that John and Michael had in the nursery.
He stretched his hand and touched Wendy's cheek, which still had faded paths where her tears had rolled down her face.
He traced her face, her neck, all the way down to the base of her throat, where he felt something. It was a chain! His heart jumped. Had she really kept his kiss after all these years? Yes! There is was, alive as ever, with the arrow hole still carved into its front. She hadn't forgotten! She hadn't given up! If she had, she would have thrown his kiss away a long time ago, wouldn't she?
Such a simple thing, just an acorn kiss......and yet it meant so much to him that she had kept it.
"Wendy." Peter breathed, "My Wendy."
He hadn't meant to disturb her, but he heard a gasp, and Wendy's eyes flew open. She shrieked.
"P-P-Peter??? Peter PAN? Is it really you?" she breathed, staring into his eyes in amazement.
"Yes, Wendy, it's me, I've come back." Peter smiled at her.
She looked at him, her lower lip trembling. "No.....no, stop playing such cruel tricks on me.....it can't be you, not after all these years.....no, why are you doing this to me? I must be dreaming!"
She began to cry, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks and falling onto the blanket. Her body shook with her sobs as she pulled Peter into a crushing embrace. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her close to him while she cried, and shushed her as he rocked back and forth.
After a few minutes she broke away from him, and looked at him with a mixture of pain and confusion. There were still some stray tears on her face, and his heart broke for her. How could he make her feel better?
Impulsively, without thinking, his hand strayed past her cheek and entangled itself in her beautiful auburn waves. He tilted his face down towards her, and saw her eyes close. He brought his face down to hers.....but then they heard John down the hall.
"Peter, have you found Wendy yet? You're sure taking your time!"
The pulled apart, flushed.
"What are you doing here?" Wendy asked candidly, wiping the remaining tears from her face.
'I wasn't really going to give her a thimble, was I? Of course not, I was just comforting her.....' Peter thought to himself reassuringly.
"Wendy, I'm not the same person I was; I'm growing up and I don't understand it, and I need you to tell me why!" Peter said in a strained voice.
Wendy turned on her lamp and took a good look at Peter for the first time since he'd arrived.
"Why, Peter, look at you! You're practically a man!"
"But why?"
"Oh, Peter, how could I possibly know? I haven't laid eyes on you in six years, there's no way that I could why you're so....so.....grown up all of the sudden!"
Looking at him, Wendy could definitely see the change. He was more muscled, taller; he looked like he was her age. It was like he had grown up right along with her. But his blue eyes still had the same mischievous sparkle that they had always had.
"Well, I-I suppose that you can't return to Neverland looking like that, so I guess you should stay with us for the time being.....although I doubt mother and father would want you hear; especially when.....when.....well, that isn't important now."
She smiled sadly.
"Why don't you go back to the nursery, I'm sure the boys could accommodate you in some way. Go along now, it's very late!"
Peter began to walk out of her room when Wendy called to him.
"Oh, and Peter?"
"Yes?"
"I miss you."
Peter smiled. "But I'm here!"
"I know," said Wendy morosely, "I know."
But she also knew that he had come too late.
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Afterthoughts: Ok, onto chapter 5!!! I think that these chapters are going to take increasingly longer to write, the first 3 were just introduction, so they were pretty much a breeze.....but here comes the real tough part!!! So keep on reading and reviewing, and have a LOVELY weekend!!!!
*MWAH*
Ellie
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, ellie here, it's 9:30 on Tuesday night and I just finished writing chapter four, so I really hope you like it! All of your great reviews have really inspired me to continue with this story, especially since it's really my first really serious fic ever. Love you all, thanks for your support!!!
*kisses*
Ellie
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Second room to the right....that sounded awfully familiar.
Peter crept down the hallway, stepping lightly so as to not wake Wendy's parents. This.....this.....house as they called it-it was like nothing he had ever seen or experienced. It was so small and closed off from the world, very different from his home back in Neverland, which was so natural and open. He reached the second door on the right side of the hallway, a plain, whitewashed door that seemed to scream 'Don't enter, you indecent fool, there's a lady sleeping in here!'
But true to form, he didn't listen to the whispered warning, and turned the knob slowly, hearing a gratifying click as the door opened.
'Please let her still be my Wendy.....Tell me she hasn't given up.'
The first thing he did when he entered the room was look around. This room was nothing like the nursery; no, he never would have expected to find his Wendy sleeping in room like this. The walls were a pale blue, with a trim of white flowers carved delicately around the ceiling. The room was covered by a thick white carpet that appeared stainless, much unlike the nursery carpet, which was stained beyond repair with food and goodness knows what else. Her clothes were neatly sorted in a closet to his left, and in the corner of the room her books were tucked squarely away in a nondescript shelf. The books were a tad dusty, it looked as though she hadn't picked up her favorite stories in a long time.
He wondered why. Did she not love stories anymore? She hadn't become . practical, had she? He certainly hoped not.
And in the center of the room was a bed that was shrouded in sky-blue gossamer curtains. He could hear light breathing coming from inside, and swallowed nervously. He was about to lay eyes on the girl whom he had not seen in six years; the girl who had given him her hidden kiss; who had tortured his feelings and dreams every night, night after night. Was she still his Wendy?
He was about to find out.
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The draperies surrounding the bed were closed. Peter took hold of them and with a deep breath, swung them open. He couldn't look down at her just yet.
But he did.
There lay his Wendy, asleep, a vision of loveliness, maybe even more so than she had been six years ago. Of course she was still his Wendy, what had he been worried about?
But she had definitely grown. But in his eyes, it wasn't quite as bad as he had thought. In fact, he found that he liked the change.
Her blue eyes were closed in slumber, and her auburn hair framed her pale skin and full red lips. She was taller; her quilt didn't quite reach her neck anymore. She had definitely grown, Peter could see curves that hadn't been there before, and her blanket clung to them in a shapely form. Her chest rose and fell with her small breaths, and Peter was entranced.
He hovered over her sleeping form, looking directly down at her face. She was like a doll, one of those things that John and Michael had in the nursery.
He stretched his hand and touched Wendy's cheek, which still had faded paths where her tears had rolled down her face.
He traced her face, her neck, all the way down to the base of her throat, where he felt something. It was a chain! His heart jumped. Had she really kept his kiss after all these years? Yes! There is was, alive as ever, with the arrow hole still carved into its front. She hadn't forgotten! She hadn't given up! If she had, she would have thrown his kiss away a long time ago, wouldn't she?
Such a simple thing, just an acorn kiss......and yet it meant so much to him that she had kept it.
"Wendy." Peter breathed, "My Wendy."
He hadn't meant to disturb her, but he heard a gasp, and Wendy's eyes flew open. She shrieked.
"P-P-Peter??? Peter PAN? Is it really you?" she breathed, staring into his eyes in amazement.
"Yes, Wendy, it's me, I've come back." Peter smiled at her.
She looked at him, her lower lip trembling. "No.....no, stop playing such cruel tricks on me.....it can't be you, not after all these years.....no, why are you doing this to me? I must be dreaming!"
She began to cry, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks and falling onto the blanket. Her body shook with her sobs as she pulled Peter into a crushing embrace. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her close to him while she cried, and shushed her as he rocked back and forth.
After a few minutes she broke away from him, and looked at him with a mixture of pain and confusion. There were still some stray tears on her face, and his heart broke for her. How could he make her feel better?
Impulsively, without thinking, his hand strayed past her cheek and entangled itself in her beautiful auburn waves. He tilted his face down towards her, and saw her eyes close. He brought his face down to hers.....but then they heard John down the hall.
"Peter, have you found Wendy yet? You're sure taking your time!"
The pulled apart, flushed.
"What are you doing here?" Wendy asked candidly, wiping the remaining tears from her face.
'I wasn't really going to give her a thimble, was I? Of course not, I was just comforting her.....' Peter thought to himself reassuringly.
"Wendy, I'm not the same person I was; I'm growing up and I don't understand it, and I need you to tell me why!" Peter said in a strained voice.
Wendy turned on her lamp and took a good look at Peter for the first time since he'd arrived.
"Why, Peter, look at you! You're practically a man!"
"But why?"
"Oh, Peter, how could I possibly know? I haven't laid eyes on you in six years, there's no way that I could why you're so....so.....grown up all of the sudden!"
Looking at him, Wendy could definitely see the change. He was more muscled, taller; he looked like he was her age. It was like he had grown up right along with her. But his blue eyes still had the same mischievous sparkle that they had always had.
"Well, I-I suppose that you can't return to Neverland looking like that, so I guess you should stay with us for the time being.....although I doubt mother and father would want you hear; especially when.....when.....well, that isn't important now."
She smiled sadly.
"Why don't you go back to the nursery, I'm sure the boys could accommodate you in some way. Go along now, it's very late!"
Peter began to walk out of her room when Wendy called to him.
"Oh, and Peter?"
"Yes?"
"I miss you."
Peter smiled. "But I'm here!"
"I know," said Wendy morosely, "I know."
But she also knew that he had come too late.
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Afterthoughts: Ok, onto chapter 5!!! I think that these chapters are going to take increasingly longer to write, the first 3 were just introduction, so they were pretty much a breeze.....but here comes the real tough part!!! So keep on reading and reviewing, and have a LOVELY weekend!!!!
*MWAH*
Ellie
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