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Peace, Pan, and Potter,
Diane (Lil)
Chapter 2: Who Are You?
Aunt Millicent's pregnancy had been a difficult one, so more times that naught, when little William cried during the night, it was Wendy who tended to him. She walked to the door on the nursery, his bottle in hand, and stopped just as she heard voices inside.
But it couldn't be voices. It was probably just the wind. William had stopped crying. But why? Fearful, Wendy rushed into the room, and the bottle fell from her hand with a crash. A boy, with sun-bleached blonde hair, a golden suntan and vines wrapped around his body stood holding her little cousin. Wendy gasped…
She had lived with Aunt Millicent the past three years, and had been getting private counseling sessions with her uncle William that started the previous year.
"Wendy, this boy does not exist," He had told her.
"Yes he does!"
"Where is your proof?"
Wendy had withdrew the acorn he had given her, the only thing she had of his. But Wendy was stubborn, and refused to give up Peter.
So on and on they went, sometimes up until dinner-time, arguing on the reality of Peter Pan.
Some nights later, William had asked Millicent for a more aggressive therapy treatment, and she had willingly obliged, not knowing at all what she was agreeing to. Her niece was now sixteen, and it was time for her to spend her time in the company of suitable gentlemen, not retelling tales.
And so, their next therapy treatment had been harsh. As soon as she mentioned Peter's name, he had smacked her clear across the face.
And it continued like that every day for nearly six months.
He still checked her every night he was home on her unhappiness.
She threatened to tell her aunt, oh how she threatened him…
But he just laughed and said she wouldn't believe a silly girl.
And he was probably right…
The boy stared at her. As soon as Wendy felt a sliver of remembrance coming back to her, she turned her head as though she had been slapped by her uncle. Tears filled her eyes. "Who are you?" She demanded.
The boy grinned, and bowed. "I am Peter Pan,"
"Put down my cousin!" Wendy shouted. "Put him down or I'll scream!"
Peter grinned. "Okay, okay, lady…" He put the baby back in the basinet.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"Whenever a child is born, I come," He said simply. "It's what I do."
The moonlight caught on something silver he had attached to his vines. She stared. It was a thimble.
It brought back an inkling of a memory… but no… she would not allow herself to remember. Her uncle would find out, she was sure of it…
They stared at each other a long time. He saw she wore an acorn around her neck, and he flew close to inspect it. He was so close to her now, his sea blue green eyes staring intently at it. "That's one of mine!" He cheered. He looked deep into her blue eyes that shined with unshed tears. "I know you," He whispered.
She backed away from him. "No, you don't…"
"Yes I do," He said. "Moir… Woman…" He sounded absolutely flustered. "I forget some things… when I travel," He said.
"Wendy," She whispered, tears trailing down her face.
He looked up at her. "What?"
"My name is Wendy."
"Yes! Wendy!" He cried.
"No," She said. "No, no, I don't know you! Please leave!"
The baby started to cry again, and she scooped him up.
He stared at her. "You and I were close."
"No we weren't."
A frown flashed across his face. "What's wrong, Wendy? Don't you remember me? You promised always to remember!" He sounded very agitated.
"I can't," She whispered.
"Wendy," Aunt Millicent called.
"I'm sorry," She said, and left the room with her screaming cousin.
It was only when she had made it to the kitchen and stuck a bottle in William's mouth that she completely breakdown in tears. She wanted to remember. She wanted too with her whole heart.
But she knew if she did, she would meet her uncle's hand.