Some Things Never Change
By: Pottersweetie
Author's Note: Okay I saw the movie Peter Pan the day after Christmas and now love Peter Pan, along with the other things I love(Harry Potter, Spy Kids, Charmed, and horses). This is based on the movie with Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd-Wood, not the exact book or the other movies. In this you know how in the end Wendy said she never saw him again? Well that was too sad for me so I'm gonna change it a little, or alot. I might get a few little things wrong because, I went with my friends to see it and we missed half the movie with our comments, sorry if you were at that movie with us. We were the annoying girls who kept talking in the front row. But I doubt anyone from there will read this because they were mostly under 6, anyway. Enjoy, read, review!
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Chapter 1: Waiting
Wendy Darling sat by her window, it was one of those nights that reminded her of Peter. The stars dotted the sky like diamonds scattered over dark blue velvet. The wind smelled of roses. She closed her eyes, where is he? she thought to herself. Peter had promised he would come, but it had been months since she had seen him.
Every night she would sit next to her window, waiting. She left the window open every night no matter how cold it was, or if it was raining, or snowing. She would keep the window open forever if she had to.
She heard her brother call. She turned around to see her brothers and the lost boys, standing with toy swords and shields.
She said sadly and softly.
You sit there every night, don't you think he'd be back if he was coming? Michael asked.
Wendy, come and play with us, John begged. The lost boys looked at her with sad eyes.
I can't, he might come back, she said looking at the window. She knew he wasn't coming back, but she couldn't force herself to believe that.
Wendy, please, her brothers begged.
No, I can't, she said, as she could feel the tears start to form.
Okay, then we'll go play. Bye. And they left.
Wendy ran over to the window. She tightened her hands on the cold railing, and looked at the stars again. Second star to the right and straight on till morning, she thought.
He isn't coming back, he's never coming back, she whispered. She looked down, a single tear ran down her cheek. She looked at London, it was summer. She loved the summertime, but it wasn't the same. She missed Peter. Another tear escaped her eye, and another.
She didn't want to give up, but she had to. She had to realize he wasn't coming back, he broke his promise.
Wendy loosened her grip on the railing and let go altogether. She stepped back a few steps. She stared at the window, she imagined Peter flying in, and landing by the railing. She imagined him smiling, him and Tinkerbell, in her room. They had come back to see her. The curtains moved in the wind, and she realized he wasn't going to land on her windowsill again.
She snapped back into reality when the cold breeze wrapped around her and blew her hair back. She knew what she had to do. She had to let go, let go of the memories. She slowly walked up to the window. She looked out, again and slowly closed the widow. She looked through the glass, she could see her reflection. How could I have been so stupid? She thought to herself, she now knew she was being stupid for waiting all those nights for him. The first night she thought it was too soon for him to come, and the same for the first week, but after that she was worried and she missed him.
She tugged on the curtains and pulled them over the window. She could still see the street below with the almost see through curtains. She saw the lights of the city, looking like dots of light against the white of her curtains.
She walked over to her dresser, she picked up a brush and started to brush her hair. Rain started to fall outside the house. She heard the tapping of the water against the window as it grew stronger.
Wendy put the brush down and stared at her reflection, she couldn't understand why Peter didn't want to grow up, it wouldn't be all that bad.
She stood up and walked over to her bed, she thought she could sleep and get everything that was troubling her, off her mind.
She lay there for awhile thinking, listening to the rhythm of the rain falling outside her window.
Soon her eyelids became heavy and she drifted off to sleep. Shortly after a dream, or more of a nightmare, formed in her mind: She was asleep in her room, she awoke to the banging of her window opening. She sat bolt upright, noticing the rain showering into her room and the thunder and lightening outside. She was about to run to the window and shut it but a figure appeared in the window. She was too scared to scream or to move. She sat there with her mouth in the position to scream, but no sound came out. The figure moved closer to her, she was breathing harder. The lights flickered on, and the figure was no longer frightening or threatening, it was friendly and loving, it was Peter. She ran to him and hugged him. She looked him in the eyes, he smiled the smile she remembered. She hugged him again, he hugged her back.
She let go and stepped back. Suddenly the lightening changed from it's usual color to red, the room was filled with it's color. Peter turned around to see the window, which was still open, held another, tall, dark, figure. This time Wendy and Peter both knew who the figure was, they both looked at his hand and saw the same hook they had seen before he died.
Behind him Wendy saw images of when she was in Neverland. She saw small fairies behind him, and the lost boys before they came to England. Peter stood next to her, she looked at him, unsure what to do. He looked at her, no trace of his smile.
A strong gust of wind shot through the room. A cyclone surrounded the room, papers blew all over, you could hear the crinkling noises. Small nursery toys, rattled around the room, the jewelry box on her dresser shook and fell off it. The house was shaking now, Wendy's hair whipped around her face, and her nightgown blew in the wind. What seemed like a magnetic field, pulled Peter toward the window and Hook. Wendy tried to grab his hand, but he was pulled. The wind was too strong for her to move. Thunder crashed outside, the red light filled the room once again. She yelled Peter's name. He struggled to get back to her, but it was no use, he called her name, he tried to run, fly. But he had no happy thoughts at the moment.
Captain Hook suddenly grabbed Peter's hand with his, and bent it behind his back, he placed his hook under Peter's chin, You'll never see him again! Hook shouted to Wendy.
She yelled as Hook jumped out of the window with Peter. The wind stopped and the light went back to it's original color, she ran to the window and looked over the side, where Captain Hook and Peter should have been, but they had disappeared. She stood in the rain, holding onto the railing, getting soaked.
She cried. She had him here with her, but he was taken away.
She stood in the rain soaked and crying. Suddenly in front of her stood Captain Hook, without Peter,What have you done with Peter? She demanded, water dropping from her eyelashes.
Wouldn't you like to know? Don't worry, you'll be with him shortly, he said with smirk.
She looked at him, confused. He raised his hook up, and quickly brought it down upon her.
Wendy awoke with a start, it was just a dream, but it had seemed so real. And for one moment she had Peter with her.
It was just a dream, she said to herself.
Suddenly she heard a tapping at her window. She shot her head in that direction. She didn't see anyone. But she did see the rain had stopped. She walked over to her window, she opened it and stepped out no one was there, she could smell the rain that was in puddles, on the streets below. She looked ahead of her, What was I thinking? She muttered to herself, for a split second she thought Peter had come back.
I don't know, what were you thinking? She heard a familiar voice say.
Before she spun around, she thought Who's voice does that sound like? She remembered, she spun around and shouted......