Chapter 6: Remember Me This Way
A/N: It has been brought to my attention that there has been some controversy between my fic and one other lately. Though the two fics are entirely different, some people have gotten upset. The idea of Wendy forgetting Peter Pan is not my own idea, nor the idea of any author on here. It belongs to J.M Barrie, and I apologize to anyone who thinks otherwise. This idea has been used on here countless times, and to assume sole ownership is just as likely to gain ownership of the idea of Peter growing up. Having said that, fanfiction is just for fun and is meant to be enjoyed. I simply do not have the time nor the desire to argue over something so silly. Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you stay tuned, this fic has a lot of delightful turns and twists. Enjoy.
-Diane (Lil)
A/N2: Lyrics from the song Remember Me This Way by Jordan Hill (more easily found on the Casper soundtrack) are in this chapter. I don't own that song, but it's beautiful.
Wendy had always been a light sleeper, which was why the cotton in her ears was so necessary. But to be awoken in such a way, was something she could grow very accustomed too. She opened her eyes, and found Peter hovering over her, his mouth against hers. She shot up in such away that Peter floated up in surprise.
"Yep, that did it," Slightly said.
Wendy withdrew the cotton from her ears. "Slightly? What's wrong?"
Slightly grinned, and pointed to her ceiling where Peter hovered. "Look Wendy, it's Peter! He's come back!"
Wendy gave a soft sigh and rubbed her face with her hands. "Slightly, could you give us a minute?" She stared at the fairy that sat just under Peter's ear. "Alone?"
Peter crossed his arms. "Tink is okay,"
"Very well," Wendy whispered. "Very well…"
"Pan, stop by before you leave," Slightly said as he walked out the door.
Peter floated back down to the floor, his gaze never once leaving Wendy. She looked… different. If frazzled was a word, he would use that to describe her.
"I knew you'd be back," She whispered.
"And every night if I have to," He said valiantly.
Tink jingled.
"Be quiet," He growled.
She covered her face with her hands. "Why am I so important to you?"
He stared at her. "Because," He said, "You're my Wendy."
She gave a small sob. "I'm not the person you seek."
"Every now and then,
We find a special friend,
Who never lets us down…"Peter sat next to her on the bed. "Yes you are."
She shook her head, "I might have been. I can't remember. But that person is gone now."
"I want her back," He demanded. "Where has she gone?"
"She's grown up," Wendy said quietly.
Tears trailed down Peter's face. "She hasn't!"
"Who understands it all,
Reaches out each time we fall,
You're the best friend that I found…"
"Yes, she has," Wendy sobbed. "And she can no longer remember."
"You're a liar!" He cried. "Wendy would never forget me!"
She shook her head sadly, "You're just a poor boy with a cursed life, and you have my sorrow."
"Wendy!" He shouted. "Stop!"
The pain in his voice was too much for her to bare.
"You are my Wendy! You are!"
"I know you can't stay,
but part of you will never ever go away,
Your heart will stay…"
"Listen to me," She said, taking his hands, "Whatever tales you have of me, hold them in your heart or let them go."
"Wendy!" He cried, "Wendy!"
It was if he was calling to someone in his past. Someone he couldn't seem to find. She reached out, and put a hand on his bare shoulder. He turned to her, tears were trailing down both of their faces. He pressed his lips lightly against hers. Wendy felt a rush of heat flood her body.
No! She couldn't let herself access the memories… She pulled away from him. "I'm sorry," She said.
"Tell me what's wrong!" He demanded.
"You have to let me go," She said, "Please."
He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, brushing her face as he did so.
"I can't do this," She sobbed.
"But I want you to remember!"
"I can't," She sobbed. "I just can't!"
"I'll make a wish for you,
and hope it will come true,
that life would just be kind,
to such a gentle mind…"
He brushed his fingers against her face once more, staring intently into her eyes. She was there hiding, he knew it.
Shaking, she reached her hand to her bedside table, and placed the acorn in his palm.
"My kiss," He whispered.
"It's yours, and I can't have it," She said.
"But I want you to have it. You're my Wendy! You'll always be my Wendy!"
"Yes," She said. "But only in your heart."
He stared down at his acorn. It held so many memories for him…
"If you lose your way,
think back on yesterday,
Remember Me This Way…"
But it seemed now that memories would be all he would ever have of her again. Without so much as a look back, he flew slowly to her window, opened it, and flew out, Tink following loyally behind.
"Peter wait," She said, and ran to the window.
He turned sadly to her.
"Goodbye," She whispered.
He didn't return her goodbye. He turned his back to her, and flew into the night, his acorn pressed hard against his palm.
"Remember Me This Way…"