Chapter 2
Meg and Peter flew through the night. They're hearts beating rapidly in their chests in anticipation. As they drew closer to Neverland, Peter started to remember Meg. He saw her as a little girl, with blonde hair, and gray-blue eyes daydreaming in her bed, telling a story to her little sister.
Then he came one day during the day, and saw her playing with another girl, her older sister, and two boys. They were pretending they were in Neverland. Meg was Wendy, her little sister and the younger one of the boys were Wendy's younger siblings, her sister didn't want to play a boy, her older sister was Hook, and the eldest boy was Peter. Pan scoffed at the boy's impression of himself. Nobody could match up to the real Peter Pan. They would run around everywhere, jumping and playing, laughing and screaming, just having the greatest time.
Then he went back a few years later, though Peter hadn't realized how long it had been. They didn't play Peter Pan anymore. He could see the young blonde girl fidgeting, wanting to play, but everyone else wanted to watch T.V. That was when he decided to take her to Neverland, where she didn't have to pretend to play with him, where she actually could play with him. That night he flew to her window, and rapped on the glass. Her younger sister slept soundly in her bed, undisturbed by her sister's whisperings to her favorite legend come to life. She had gone with him that night and had never forgotten his promise to come back to take her again.
Now, Peter flew next to a girl much like the little blonde girl of that night, but she was different. Her hair wasn't blonde any longer, but instead a coppery-red that brought out her gray-blue eyes more. When she thought he wasn't looking those granite eyes were filled with worry, but then sparkled whenever she smiled at him. Her legs, arms and body had grown longer and she looked much older, but not in a bad way. He liked the way she looked.
Peter was so lost in his thoughts; he didn't realize that they were coming up to the magical island that he called home. As he approached he heard the ice of the waterfalls cracking, and he could smell the blooming flowers. Meg looked down on Neverland with comfort. This place had always had a special place in her heart. She saw Mermaid's lagoon, the smoke curling from the openings in the Indian's houses, the forest where the Lost Boys and Pan resided and then her eyes fell on the pirate ship, Hook's pirate ship.
Pan and Meg flew down closer to the clouds for cover. "We're going to fly right into the forest, we'll play with the pirates in a little while." Peter said carefully.
Meg nodded with a smile on her face. She couldn't wait to start this new adventure. It was going to be so fun. Pan counted to three on his fingers and on three they both darted from the clouds, racing to the forest, both of them laughing.
Pan, of course, won. He landed in the center of the little village the Lost Boy's had built for themselves and almost immediately the boys flocked to Peter, asking for stories and to play with them.
Meg floated down with ease, not making a sound as her feet touched the leaf- covered ground of the forest floor. She smiled at the boys as they crowded Peter. Then Peter got an impish smile on his face.
"Lost Boys!" He shouted. All the boys stopped and looked at him. "Do you remember a girl by name of Meg."
"Meg? Hmm. Meg? Oh yes, she was to be the one and only Lost Girl." Tootles stated proudly.
Meg kept in a chuckle. Her excitement was growing, and it was getting difficult for her to keep her laugh in.
"But she had to go back." Nibbs said saddened by the memory.
"Well, what would you boys say, if I told you, that she was back!?" Pan asked. The Boys looked up at him wide-eyed.
"Why would you tell us that Pan?" Slightly asked cautiously, side-glancing Peter.
"Turn around boys." He said as he floated up into the air.
Quickly the boys turned, and saw Meg standing not fifty feet from them. She lifted her arm and wiggled her fingers in a wave, a goofy smile plastered on her lips. "Hey guys." She said casually.
"Meg!" Cried one of the boys. She wasn't exactly sure which one because she was busy trying to prepare herself for the impact the rushing boys were surely going to make.
They all tackled her, pinning her to the ground. "Tickle her!" cried Curly.
"What!? No! Wait!" Laughed Meg as little dirty fingers found moved quickly in her armpits and on her stomach and behind her ears.
"Boys?" asked a quiet voice. Immediately the boys stopped and stood, blocking Meg's view of the source of the lightly accented voice. "What's going on?" The girl asked again.
Meg stood up, easily towering over most of the boys. Beyond the boys, facing them stood a young girl, thirteen or so by the looks of her. She had golden-brown hair that had waves that caught the sunlight. Her sapphire blue eyes were a color that Meg had never seen before, extremely beautiful and unique. She wore a white nightgown, with a pink sash that went around the middle. Instantly, she knew who the girl was. She moved the boys aside by their shoulders and stepped towards the girl.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Meg." She said extending her hand. The girl looked at her hand curiously. "This is the part where you give me your hand and we shake." Meg said suddenly.
The girl looked at her and then extended her hand taking Meg's in her own. "My name is Wendy Moi-"
"Moira Angela Darling. Yes, I know who you are. I've wanted to meet you for quite sometime." Meg said a smile still playing on her lips.
"Funny, I've never heard anything about you." Wendy said coldly.
As Wendy said this, she felt her grip tighten around her own hand. In turn she gripped harder. She easily hurt the girl, but Wendy didn't say anything. "Dinner's ready boys." She said still glaring at Meg.
"How long will you be staying Miss..." Wendy said, trailing off looking for Meg's last name.
"Just call me Meg, and I'm not sure how long I'll be staying. I haven't been hear since I was six, so probably a while." She told the young girl. She noticed John and Michael were there also, finishing setting the table.
They all ate dinner as night fell over Neverland. As the boys were helping Wendy with the dishes and Meg was catching up with Peter, Slightly noticed the beat of a drum coming closer.
"Peter! I hear battle drums!" He said a smirk growing on his face.
Just as he said that, Meg was bounded over by a figure that no one could identify. Peter and the boys were unsheathing their knives when they heard laughing.
"You come back to Neverland, and don't come visit me first!" Tiger Lilly stated while sitting on top of Meg's stomach.
"I was going to fly over once me and Pan were done talking." Meg said laughing while Tiger Lilly helped her up.
They did a handshake that was too complicated for the boys or Wendy to follow which was completed with a hug.
"It's been a long time."
"Eleven years, my time at least." Meg continued.
Out of the corner of her eye, Meg noticed Wendy eyes hardening, was she getting jealous? The mother of the lost boys jealous of the one and only lost girl? Could it be?
"Well, I wish badgering you was the only reason I came." Tiger Lilly said. She turned to Peter and continued. "The pirates are causing problems again Peter."
Meg and Peter flew through the night. They're hearts beating rapidly in their chests in anticipation. As they drew closer to Neverland, Peter started to remember Meg. He saw her as a little girl, with blonde hair, and gray-blue eyes daydreaming in her bed, telling a story to her little sister.
Then he came one day during the day, and saw her playing with another girl, her older sister, and two boys. They were pretending they were in Neverland. Meg was Wendy, her little sister and the younger one of the boys were Wendy's younger siblings, her sister didn't want to play a boy, her older sister was Hook, and the eldest boy was Peter. Pan scoffed at the boy's impression of himself. Nobody could match up to the real Peter Pan. They would run around everywhere, jumping and playing, laughing and screaming, just having the greatest time.
Then he went back a few years later, though Peter hadn't realized how long it had been. They didn't play Peter Pan anymore. He could see the young blonde girl fidgeting, wanting to play, but everyone else wanted to watch T.V. That was when he decided to take her to Neverland, where she didn't have to pretend to play with him, where she actually could play with him. That night he flew to her window, and rapped on the glass. Her younger sister slept soundly in her bed, undisturbed by her sister's whisperings to her favorite legend come to life. She had gone with him that night and had never forgotten his promise to come back to take her again.
Now, Peter flew next to a girl much like the little blonde girl of that night, but she was different. Her hair wasn't blonde any longer, but instead a coppery-red that brought out her gray-blue eyes more. When she thought he wasn't looking those granite eyes were filled with worry, but then sparkled whenever she smiled at him. Her legs, arms and body had grown longer and she looked much older, but not in a bad way. He liked the way she looked.
Peter was so lost in his thoughts; he didn't realize that they were coming up to the magical island that he called home. As he approached he heard the ice of the waterfalls cracking, and he could smell the blooming flowers. Meg looked down on Neverland with comfort. This place had always had a special place in her heart. She saw Mermaid's lagoon, the smoke curling from the openings in the Indian's houses, the forest where the Lost Boys and Pan resided and then her eyes fell on the pirate ship, Hook's pirate ship.
Pan and Meg flew down closer to the clouds for cover. "We're going to fly right into the forest, we'll play with the pirates in a little while." Peter said carefully.
Meg nodded with a smile on her face. She couldn't wait to start this new adventure. It was going to be so fun. Pan counted to three on his fingers and on three they both darted from the clouds, racing to the forest, both of them laughing.
Pan, of course, won. He landed in the center of the little village the Lost Boy's had built for themselves and almost immediately the boys flocked to Peter, asking for stories and to play with them.
Meg floated down with ease, not making a sound as her feet touched the leaf- covered ground of the forest floor. She smiled at the boys as they crowded Peter. Then Peter got an impish smile on his face.
"Lost Boys!" He shouted. All the boys stopped and looked at him. "Do you remember a girl by name of Meg."
"Meg? Hmm. Meg? Oh yes, she was to be the one and only Lost Girl." Tootles stated proudly.
Meg kept in a chuckle. Her excitement was growing, and it was getting difficult for her to keep her laugh in.
"But she had to go back." Nibbs said saddened by the memory.
"Well, what would you boys say, if I told you, that she was back!?" Pan asked. The Boys looked up at him wide-eyed.
"Why would you tell us that Pan?" Slightly asked cautiously, side-glancing Peter.
"Turn around boys." He said as he floated up into the air.
Quickly the boys turned, and saw Meg standing not fifty feet from them. She lifted her arm and wiggled her fingers in a wave, a goofy smile plastered on her lips. "Hey guys." She said casually.
"Meg!" Cried one of the boys. She wasn't exactly sure which one because she was busy trying to prepare herself for the impact the rushing boys were surely going to make.
They all tackled her, pinning her to the ground. "Tickle her!" cried Curly.
"What!? No! Wait!" Laughed Meg as little dirty fingers found moved quickly in her armpits and on her stomach and behind her ears.
"Boys?" asked a quiet voice. Immediately the boys stopped and stood, blocking Meg's view of the source of the lightly accented voice. "What's going on?" The girl asked again.
Meg stood up, easily towering over most of the boys. Beyond the boys, facing them stood a young girl, thirteen or so by the looks of her. She had golden-brown hair that had waves that caught the sunlight. Her sapphire blue eyes were a color that Meg had never seen before, extremely beautiful and unique. She wore a white nightgown, with a pink sash that went around the middle. Instantly, she knew who the girl was. She moved the boys aside by their shoulders and stepped towards the girl.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Meg." She said extending her hand. The girl looked at her hand curiously. "This is the part where you give me your hand and we shake." Meg said suddenly.
The girl looked at her and then extended her hand taking Meg's in her own. "My name is Wendy Moi-"
"Moira Angela Darling. Yes, I know who you are. I've wanted to meet you for quite sometime." Meg said a smile still playing on her lips.
"Funny, I've never heard anything about you." Wendy said coldly.
As Wendy said this, she felt her grip tighten around her own hand. In turn she gripped harder. She easily hurt the girl, but Wendy didn't say anything. "Dinner's ready boys." She said still glaring at Meg.
"How long will you be staying Miss..." Wendy said, trailing off looking for Meg's last name.
"Just call me Meg, and I'm not sure how long I'll be staying. I haven't been hear since I was six, so probably a while." She told the young girl. She noticed John and Michael were there also, finishing setting the table.
They all ate dinner as night fell over Neverland. As the boys were helping Wendy with the dishes and Meg was catching up with Peter, Slightly noticed the beat of a drum coming closer.
"Peter! I hear battle drums!" He said a smirk growing on his face.
Just as he said that, Meg was bounded over by a figure that no one could identify. Peter and the boys were unsheathing their knives when they heard laughing.
"You come back to Neverland, and don't come visit me first!" Tiger Lilly stated while sitting on top of Meg's stomach.
"I was going to fly over once me and Pan were done talking." Meg said laughing while Tiger Lilly helped her up.
They did a handshake that was too complicated for the boys or Wendy to follow which was completed with a hug.
"It's been a long time."
"Eleven years, my time at least." Meg continued.
Out of the corner of her eye, Meg noticed Wendy eyes hardening, was she getting jealous? The mother of the lost boys jealous of the one and only lost girl? Could it be?
"Well, I wish badgering you was the only reason I came." Tiger Lilly said. She turned to Peter and continued. "The pirates are causing problems again Peter."