I just got to see my little sister in her high school production of Peter Pan (she played an Indian), and the play brought to mind a number of "what if" s, the combination of which make up this fic.
The story begins ten years after Wendy and the others return home, the lost boys were adopted by other families, not the Darlings. Wendy was thirteen when she went to Neverland, and Peter is, physically, about the same age.
WARNING: This is definitely an AU, since I'm completely ignoring the way the play ended, also it's heavy on the angst, possibly even having a tinge of horror, there's a character death, preceding the beginning of the story.
IMPORTANT WARNING!: There will most likely be yuri (fem slash, for those not acquainted with anime terms) later on (the pairing is a surprise), there may even be yaoi, knowing me, and there will also be original characters (new lost boys [and one or two lost girls]); there will be lime, and maybe lemon (assuming I can write one that doesn't completely suck), the gist of this is that this is definitely NOT something for younger readers. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Don't flame me, as flames do bad things to the flamer's Karma (besides, I'll get pissed off and publicly make fun of you).
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Peter, Wendy, Michael, John, Tinkerbell, Liza, the original lost boys, Tiger Lilly and her Indian tribe, or any surviving pirates. I DO own the new lost boys and girls and anyone else I might feel like throwing in.
Chapter 1
~ You'll find a treasure if you stay there,
More precious far, than gold,
For once you have found your way there,
You can never, never grow old. ~
Wendy felt the draft from the window and looked up to see Peter standing in front of it with the same mischievous grin on his face.
"Hello, Wendy," the immortal boy greeted.
"Hello, Peter," Wendy replied, setting her book aside and standing slowly. It was a good indication of Peter's naïveté that he didn't notice how cold her tone of voice was.
"Where are John and Michael?" Before Peter knew what had happened, Wendy had crossed the distance between them and slapped him across the face.
"Wendy?" Touching his stinging cheek, Peter looked at the girl with wide eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me!?!" Wendy asked, incredulously. "Ten years, Peter; that's what's wrong with me! Michael's in an asylum, John's killed himself, and the other boys are scientific curiosities; that's what's wrong with me! I'm twenty-three years old and I still look thirteen, Peter; that's what's wrong with me!!!"
Peter was silent for a moment, choosing his words, before speaking; "I told you in the beginning," He said, gently. "Once you've found your way to Neverland, you can never grow up.
"You weren't supposed to want to leave," He continued, looking away. "I guess it was different with the three of you because you came from a family that loved you."
"You shouldn't have taken us!"
"You chose to come." Peter sighed softly. "Are you coming back with me or not?"
"I don't know." Wendy replied.
"You know you'll never be happy here," Peter said. "If you return to Neverland, you can be a mother to me and the other children, or you could just be one of us and always have fun."
"I don't see how I could," Wendy snapped. "I haven't had a happy thought in almost ten years."
"That's okay," Peter said, "None of the lost boys can fly either, and I still took them to Neverland." He held out his hand to her. "Are you coming?"
Hesitantly, Wendy took Peter's outstretched hand.
A/N: I'm quite surprised by how short this chapter turned out to be, I hope the rest are longer. I'm not sure how long it'll be before the next chapter is out, but I'll try to get it written soon.
The story begins ten years after Wendy and the others return home, the lost boys were adopted by other families, not the Darlings. Wendy was thirteen when she went to Neverland, and Peter is, physically, about the same age.
WARNING: This is definitely an AU, since I'm completely ignoring the way the play ended, also it's heavy on the angst, possibly even having a tinge of horror, there's a character death, preceding the beginning of the story.
IMPORTANT WARNING!: There will most likely be yuri (fem slash, for those not acquainted with anime terms) later on (the pairing is a surprise), there may even be yaoi, knowing me, and there will also be original characters (new lost boys [and one or two lost girls]); there will be lime, and maybe lemon (assuming I can write one that doesn't completely suck), the gist of this is that this is definitely NOT something for younger readers. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Don't flame me, as flames do bad things to the flamer's Karma (besides, I'll get pissed off and publicly make fun of you).
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Peter, Wendy, Michael, John, Tinkerbell, Liza, the original lost boys, Tiger Lilly and her Indian tribe, or any surviving pirates. I DO own the new lost boys and girls and anyone else I might feel like throwing in.
Chapter 1
~ You'll find a treasure if you stay there,
More precious far, than gold,
For once you have found your way there,
You can never, never grow old. ~
Wendy felt the draft from the window and looked up to see Peter standing in front of it with the same mischievous grin on his face.
"Hello, Wendy," the immortal boy greeted.
"Hello, Peter," Wendy replied, setting her book aside and standing slowly. It was a good indication of Peter's naïveté that he didn't notice how cold her tone of voice was.
"Where are John and Michael?" Before Peter knew what had happened, Wendy had crossed the distance between them and slapped him across the face.
"Wendy?" Touching his stinging cheek, Peter looked at the girl with wide eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me!?!" Wendy asked, incredulously. "Ten years, Peter; that's what's wrong with me! Michael's in an asylum, John's killed himself, and the other boys are scientific curiosities; that's what's wrong with me! I'm twenty-three years old and I still look thirteen, Peter; that's what's wrong with me!!!"
Peter was silent for a moment, choosing his words, before speaking; "I told you in the beginning," He said, gently. "Once you've found your way to Neverland, you can never grow up.
"You weren't supposed to want to leave," He continued, looking away. "I guess it was different with the three of you because you came from a family that loved you."
"You shouldn't have taken us!"
"You chose to come." Peter sighed softly. "Are you coming back with me or not?"
"I don't know." Wendy replied.
"You know you'll never be happy here," Peter said. "If you return to Neverland, you can be a mother to me and the other children, or you could just be one of us and always have fun."
"I don't see how I could," Wendy snapped. "I haven't had a happy thought in almost ten years."
"That's okay," Peter said, "None of the lost boys can fly either, and I still took them to Neverland." He held out his hand to her. "Are you coming?"
Hesitantly, Wendy took Peter's outstretched hand.
A/N: I'm quite surprised by how short this chapter turned out to be, I hope the rest are longer. I'm not sure how long it'll be before the next chapter is out, but I'll try to get it written soon.