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Hello! Okay, this is my first Peter Pan fic, save one failed attempt that completely sux. And im talking the whole nine yards: Peter's OOC, the girls a Mary Sue, they make random, unexplained, completely unrelated movements and more. But anyway, back to the topic. The two main characters are based on me and my sister, who is known here as Demon Child. Anna is based on her and Mary is based on myself. Lindsay (my sis) says its really good and I got the characters perfect. Well, actually, thats not a good opinion cause shes never had anything to do with PP before and I havent really added much of Peter yet. But I promise ill do good! Im an excellent writer, so itll be good, I swear. Well any way.
Disclaimer: Yes, I own it all. Thats because I rule the Light side of the world and Lindsay rules the Dark side, so we secretly own everything. Oh wait! I forgot. Peter Pan lives in Neverland, not this world. Drat, I dont own him or anything you recognize. I do own Mary and the name Anna and the plot, though. And I wish I owned Clocks by Coldplay, but na, not that either.
Roses, White and Red
Chapter 1
Anna and Mary Sandersan were twins, but more different girls you could never find. They had only one thing in common, and that was their love for Peter Pan, though it was different for both. Mary had an unwavering faith in him; she hoped and believed in him so much it was almost a need. But she'd never let anyone else know that, though. To anyone else she just liked it very very much. Her sister, on the other had, had a more skeptical outlook on the subject. To her, it was something fun to play around with and tease; something that wasn't true, though she liked it as much as Mary. Most nights, such as this one, you would see them sitting on their window seat, doing a range of things from homework, to reading a book, to simply relaxing. On this summer night, however, Anna was writing a story and Mary was gazing out of the window, scouring the skies for a certain star. Mary glanced at Anna's paper, but couldn't make out any of her chicken scratches. It didn't matter. Mary already knew what she was writing about. Something obscene, as always, no doubt. She turned her attention back to star gazing. There it was! The second star to the right was just winking into existence as the day faded into night.
Mary sighed. 'The second star to the right and strait on till morning.'She would love nothing more than to have Peter Pan come and rescue her from this boring existence, to take her on an adventure, to teach her how to be a kid again. That was something she had lost so long ago, lost in the hustle and bustle of school and friends and family. She may have looked like a child, and sometimes acted like it, but she really was an adult now, and it scared her rather. She was only thirteen; she wasn't supposed to be thinking like an adult now! Anna, of course, had no problem with that. She thought only of herself, barely skimming through classes, and making a laughingstock of herself at school. Mary would think about how childish her sister was and would often wish she would grow up. But then she would think about it and realize that she wanted her sister to grow up, yet she wanted herself to stay young, and shed demand herself to make up her mind about what she wanted, and she'd just confuse herself all over again. It was this battle playing through her mind that caused her not to see what she was looking at immediately Even then she wasn't sure, she knew what it appeared to be. It appeared to be a two figures, one small, one large, flying over the rooftops of London. But it couldn't be that. Could it? When it was close enough that there was no doubt as to what it could be, Mary nudged Anna with her elbow and motioned for her to look. Anna's eyes grew as large as saucers. It was definitely a boy and a.. a.. pixie? flying around over the city, and what was more, they were headed towards the Sandersan girls' window! Almost as one, the girls jumped up and opened the window just as it started to rain heavily. The figures put on a burst of speed, but it was too late. By the time they barreled through the window and crash landed on Mary's bed, they were both soaking wet. Anna and Mary had absolutely no doubt as to who they were. The boy was dressed in leafy garments, which were hard to clearly make out through all of the dirt-turned-mud and sap they were covered in. The boy, too, was in a similar state, his brown skin covered in streaks of mud and sap, and his messy brown hair streaked with sun harbored more than a few twigs and leaves. He also wore a brown leather belt around his waist, from which dangled a small scabbard, housing a simple dagger, and a pan pipe, which was held together with lengths of twine and looked very worn. His companion was extremely small, and could have easily danced around on one of the girls' palms without needing to worry of falling off. Not that that would have been a problem, for protruding from her shoulder blades was a pair of lovely, gossamer wings that very much resembled a butterfly's. Her blonde hair was up in a bun atop her head, and her dress was made of the same leaves as the boys. It had no straps and came to the middle of her thigh. She, unlike the boy, was clean and pale, and her delicate features created such a picture of loveliness words cant describe. While he was not the idealized Disney version, it was so obvious that the boy was Peter Pan that it was almost painful. And if he was Peter Pan, there was no question that the fairy girl beside him was his pixie friend Tinker Bell. Mary gasped, Anna just stood there, gawking. Then they noticed the small wound on Peter's forehead. It wasn't at all large, but it was bleeding, and rather heavily.
"I'll get the first aid kit," Anna announced.
"And I'll get some towels," Mary replied. Mary headed to the bathroom across the hall, her head spinning. It was Peter Pan! After all of her wishing and hoping and dreaming, he was here! He had come at last! 'But why is he here,' part of her brain argued. 'Why would he come to your window?' Mary pushed those thoughts aside. He was here, and he was real. She knew this, he had to be. 'It simply can't be a dream. My dreams are so much stranger than this! Like that one when I was living in a house made of whitewashed Swiss cheese.' She bent to get a towel from under the sink and caught sight of herself in the mirror. According to her, she wasn't exactly what you'd call a raven beauty. Her brown hair was messy and pulled back from her face with a scraggly old kerchief. Pimples and the scars of ones long past marred her face along her chin and one bit of her forehead, slightly to the side. She had an ample figure, as did her sister. Her legs were as long as you please, but the thighs were too thick for Mary's liking. Her hands were graceless and nails bitten. Probably her loveliest feature was her eyes. They were the smoothest color of chocolate and framed by long, dark, thick lashes. But, unfortunately, even they were hidden behind glasses. Mary sighed and snatched a blue towel from the cupboard. She rushed across the hall to the room she and her sister had shared for all of their lives, the one in which Peter Pan was now laying unconscious.
When she entered t he room, Mary saw that her sister was already tending to Peter's wounds.
"He must of hit his head on the bedpost during his crash landing." Anna said in answer to Mary's unspoken question. They could often read each others mind in that manner, and made a game of irking their friends, teachers, and family.
"But Tinker Bell's light. It's gone out." Mary commented worriedly. And it was true. The small pixie, though luminescent before landing on the bed was not in any way brightly shining now. In fact, if not for her minuscule size and unnatural wings, she look positively human.
"It only goes out when she's dead or sleeping. For now, lets just pray she's unconscious." Her sister replied. As if in response to the twins fears, Tinker Bell twitched slightly in her sleep and rolled over. Both girls simultaneously let out a breath neither knew they were holding and turned they're attentions to Peter. Anna knelt down again and continued applying peroxide to the injury. Peter groaned and attempted to swat away her hand, though he moved as if swimming through jello. The girls drew back as he opened his eyes.
Hello! Okay, this is my first Peter Pan fic, save one failed attempt that completely sux. And im talking the whole nine yards: Peter's OOC, the girls a Mary Sue, they make random, unexplained, completely unrelated movements and more. But anyway, back to the topic. The two main characters are based on me and my sister, who is known here as Demon Child. Anna is based on her and Mary is based on myself. Lindsay (my sis) says its really good and I got the characters perfect. Well, actually, thats not a good opinion cause shes never had anything to do with PP before and I havent really added much of Peter yet. But I promise ill do good! Im an excellent writer, so itll be good, I swear. Well any way.
Disclaimer: Yes, I own it all. Thats because I rule the Light side of the world and Lindsay rules the Dark side, so we secretly own everything. Oh wait! I forgot. Peter Pan lives in Neverland, not this world. Drat, I dont own him or anything you recognize. I do own Mary and the name Anna and the plot, though. And I wish I owned Clocks by Coldplay, but na, not that either.
Roses, White and Red
Chapter 1
Anna and Mary Sandersan were twins, but more different girls you could never find. They had only one thing in common, and that was their love for Peter Pan, though it was different for both. Mary had an unwavering faith in him; she hoped and believed in him so much it was almost a need. But she'd never let anyone else know that, though. To anyone else she just liked it very very much. Her sister, on the other had, had a more skeptical outlook on the subject. To her, it was something fun to play around with and tease; something that wasn't true, though she liked it as much as Mary. Most nights, such as this one, you would see them sitting on their window seat, doing a range of things from homework, to reading a book, to simply relaxing. On this summer night, however, Anna was writing a story and Mary was gazing out of the window, scouring the skies for a certain star. Mary glanced at Anna's paper, but couldn't make out any of her chicken scratches. It didn't matter. Mary already knew what she was writing about. Something obscene, as always, no doubt. She turned her attention back to star gazing. There it was! The second star to the right was just winking into existence as the day faded into night.
Mary sighed. 'The second star to the right and strait on till morning.'She would love nothing more than to have Peter Pan come and rescue her from this boring existence, to take her on an adventure, to teach her how to be a kid again. That was something she had lost so long ago, lost in the hustle and bustle of school and friends and family. She may have looked like a child, and sometimes acted like it, but she really was an adult now, and it scared her rather. She was only thirteen; she wasn't supposed to be thinking like an adult now! Anna, of course, had no problem with that. She thought only of herself, barely skimming through classes, and making a laughingstock of herself at school. Mary would think about how childish her sister was and would often wish she would grow up. But then she would think about it and realize that she wanted her sister to grow up, yet she wanted herself to stay young, and shed demand herself to make up her mind about what she wanted, and she'd just confuse herself all over again. It was this battle playing through her mind that caused her not to see what she was looking at immediately Even then she wasn't sure, she knew what it appeared to be. It appeared to be a two figures, one small, one large, flying over the rooftops of London. But it couldn't be that. Could it? When it was close enough that there was no doubt as to what it could be, Mary nudged Anna with her elbow and motioned for her to look. Anna's eyes grew as large as saucers. It was definitely a boy and a.. a.. pixie? flying around over the city, and what was more, they were headed towards the Sandersan girls' window! Almost as one, the girls jumped up and opened the window just as it started to rain heavily. The figures put on a burst of speed, but it was too late. By the time they barreled through the window and crash landed on Mary's bed, they were both soaking wet. Anna and Mary had absolutely no doubt as to who they were. The boy was dressed in leafy garments, which were hard to clearly make out through all of the dirt-turned-mud and sap they were covered in. The boy, too, was in a similar state, his brown skin covered in streaks of mud and sap, and his messy brown hair streaked with sun harbored more than a few twigs and leaves. He also wore a brown leather belt around his waist, from which dangled a small scabbard, housing a simple dagger, and a pan pipe, which was held together with lengths of twine and looked very worn. His companion was extremely small, and could have easily danced around on one of the girls' palms without needing to worry of falling off. Not that that would have been a problem, for protruding from her shoulder blades was a pair of lovely, gossamer wings that very much resembled a butterfly's. Her blonde hair was up in a bun atop her head, and her dress was made of the same leaves as the boys. It had no straps and came to the middle of her thigh. She, unlike the boy, was clean and pale, and her delicate features created such a picture of loveliness words cant describe. While he was not the idealized Disney version, it was so obvious that the boy was Peter Pan that it was almost painful. And if he was Peter Pan, there was no question that the fairy girl beside him was his pixie friend Tinker Bell. Mary gasped, Anna just stood there, gawking. Then they noticed the small wound on Peter's forehead. It wasn't at all large, but it was bleeding, and rather heavily.
"I'll get the first aid kit," Anna announced.
"And I'll get some towels," Mary replied. Mary headed to the bathroom across the hall, her head spinning. It was Peter Pan! After all of her wishing and hoping and dreaming, he was here! He had come at last! 'But why is he here,' part of her brain argued. 'Why would he come to your window?' Mary pushed those thoughts aside. He was here, and he was real. She knew this, he had to be. 'It simply can't be a dream. My dreams are so much stranger than this! Like that one when I was living in a house made of whitewashed Swiss cheese.' She bent to get a towel from under the sink and caught sight of herself in the mirror. According to her, she wasn't exactly what you'd call a raven beauty. Her brown hair was messy and pulled back from her face with a scraggly old kerchief. Pimples and the scars of ones long past marred her face along her chin and one bit of her forehead, slightly to the side. She had an ample figure, as did her sister. Her legs were as long as you please, but the thighs were too thick for Mary's liking. Her hands were graceless and nails bitten. Probably her loveliest feature was her eyes. They were the smoothest color of chocolate and framed by long, dark, thick lashes. But, unfortunately, even they were hidden behind glasses. Mary sighed and snatched a blue towel from the cupboard. She rushed across the hall to the room she and her sister had shared for all of their lives, the one in which Peter Pan was now laying unconscious.
When she entered t he room, Mary saw that her sister was already tending to Peter's wounds.
"He must of hit his head on the bedpost during his crash landing." Anna said in answer to Mary's unspoken question. They could often read each others mind in that manner, and made a game of irking their friends, teachers, and family.
"But Tinker Bell's light. It's gone out." Mary commented worriedly. And it was true. The small pixie, though luminescent before landing on the bed was not in any way brightly shining now. In fact, if not for her minuscule size and unnatural wings, she look positively human.
"It only goes out when she's dead or sleeping. For now, lets just pray she's unconscious." Her sister replied. As if in response to the twins fears, Tinker Bell twitched slightly in her sleep and rolled over. Both girls simultaneously let out a breath neither knew they were holding and turned they're attentions to Peter. Anna knelt down again and continued applying peroxide to the injury. Peter groaned and attempted to swat away her hand, though he moved as if swimming through jello. The girls drew back as he opened his eyes.
