Author's Note: Hey everybody, this is my first ever Peter Pan fanfic. Like
many of you, I didn't like the ending of the Peter Pan movie (2003). I
thought Jeremy Sumpter was adorable though, LoL! This chapter is pretty
long, and I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to review!
Chapter 1: The Boy Returns
Wendy Moira Angela Darling sits in the nursery, staring out the window. It is nighttime, but it does not feel like it. The lights of the city brighten the sky, and no stars can be seen. The window is open, and a light breeze cools the room. Wendy remembers the exhilaration of flying over London and her heart starts beating quickly. Her palms become sweaty and Wendy wipes them on her nightgown. She stands up and leans against the windowpane, wondering why that immortal boy would not stay with her.
It has been five months since the legendary Peter Pan flew into the nursery and whisked Wendy and her brothers off to Neverland. Was that faraway place real or was it just a fantasy? Was there such a thing as a boy who never grew up and could fly? Wendy often wondered if it was just a dream, but then she looked at the "kiss" hanging from her neck and she knew she had not been dreaming. After Peter had brought her home, Wendy was given her own room. Michael, John, and their new brothers occupied the nursery. Wendy hated leaving her old room behind. What if Peter was to come again? What if she did not see him? Wendy snuck out of her room late at night and went to the nursery. She slept by the window, hoping that Peter would visit. Mr. and Mrs. Darling often came in to check on their children, and found Wendy shivering underneath the open window.
The truth was that Wendy was growing up and she did not want to. Her aunt Millicent kept forcing her to act like a lady and to stop acting like a child. Wendy was trying so hard to hold onto her childhood memories that were slipping away. When Wendy turned thirteen - two months after her adventure - she began changing emotionally and physically. Playing games and acting out stories were becoming different for Wendy. She usually hid behind the nursery window and watched her brothers having fun. She felt like an outsider looking in at was once her childhood. She felt herself becoming a woman and she was scared.
Even as she stands by the window, Wendy is growing. She is torn between childhood and adolescence and she does not know how to handle it. This will be her last time sneaking into the nursery and waiting for him. You're not coming back anyway, Wendy thinks, backing away from the window. She looks upon her sleeping brothers, and giggles when Tootles starts to snore. She pulls her mother's shawl around herself and curls up in the rocking chair. A single tear falls down her pale cheek as she glances at the sky.and falls to sleep.
The grandfather clock in the Darling household chimes midnight. At the same time, the wind picks up and a mysterious figure appears outside of the nursery window. A cold gust of air sweeps past Wendy and she stirs. The figure turns around and approaches the sleeping girl quietly. The moonlight casts a bluish glow on Wendy and the figure leans over her. It is Peter Pan.
He is as silent as ever when he pushes her wavy brown hair from her face and a small smile touches his lips. Seeing Wendy makes him lift off the ground and he has to will himself to stay put. It feels like years since Peter has been in the nursery. He does not pay any attention to anything else except Wendy. His heart feels weighted when he looks at her because he knows he can never have her. His blue-green eyes fill up with tears and he sees a dark object hanging from her neck. It is the acorn, or the "kiss". She still wears it, Peter rejoices in his head. She hasn't forgotten me! Peter smiles and his fingers touch Wendy's lips gently. He wants to give her a "thimble" as Wendy called it. He wants to give her a "thimble" real bad. He is interrupted when Wendy moans and snuggles underneath the shawl.
"Stop tickling me!" she murmurs, meaning her lips. Peter draws his hand away and feels something tugging on his ear. He turns around as quick as lightning and a bright dot is flying frantically around him.
"Tink! I told you not to follow me!" Peter hisses and tries to grab the fairy. Tinkerbell avoids his grasp and whizzes around the room, throwing toys around in the process.
"Tink, don't!" he yells, and realizes his voice is a little too loud. Suddenly, the eight boys who were all peacefully asleep jump out of their beds, startled by all the commotion. Wendy shoots up from the chair and opens her eyes. She rubs the sleep out of them and sees a green blur soaring above her head. Peter flies up the side of the nursery wall, trying to stop the mischievous pixie. He grabs Tinkerbell and she starts to jabber angrily. He races for the window and he hears his name being called.
"Pan! He's back!! Peter!" Michael hollers.
"What - Peter?" Wendy stammers, trying to stay focused. She yawns and runs to the window. The boys ask her if she saw him and she shakes her head.
"Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?" Wendy murmurs. She looks around, telling herself that Peter had not just come into the room. Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her.
"NO!" they all yell in unison and Wendy ops her mouth in shock. "We saw him, Wendy! He came!" The girl steps onto the ledge and scans the sky.
"Peter, oh, Peter," Wendy sighs. The wind blows her hair around and Wendy lowers her head. He has touched her lips. He did that the first time he came into the nursery. The bedroom door bursts open and Mr. and Mrs. Darling bolt in. Mrs. Darling is breathing and crying heavily. Mr. Darling looks around, his eyes literally bulging out of his head. "What in the world happened in here?" he demands, tripping over a doll. His hands are clenched into fists and Michael speaks out.
"Peter Pan was here," he says simply. Mr. Darling goes into an uproar. Mrs. Darling hurries to the window and pulls Wendy from the ledge.
"Mother, he was here. I - I." Wendy tries to explain, but Mr. Darling cuts in.
"YOU ARE NOT TO GO TO THAT WINDOW ANYMORE!" he yells and Nibs cringes at the volume of his voice. "YOU COULD HAVE FALLEN!" Tears come to Wendy's baby blue eyes.
"I wouldn't have fallen, Father. I - Peter was here," Wendy quivers in her English accent. She looks to her mother for help, but the woman shakes her head.
"A robber was here, George! The children are just in shock," Mary explains. John gasps loudly and shakes his head.
"No! That's not true!" Wendy cries. Her parents are wrong. A robber could never fly out the window. George Darling eyes his daughter sternly and sends her to her room. The boys start to cry and Wendy slams the door. She curls up in bed and holds the "kiss" in her hand. She hears the boys protesting down the hall and she buries her face in her pillow.
A week later, the nursery window is locked and barred.
Chapter 1: The Boy Returns
Wendy Moira Angela Darling sits in the nursery, staring out the window. It is nighttime, but it does not feel like it. The lights of the city brighten the sky, and no stars can be seen. The window is open, and a light breeze cools the room. Wendy remembers the exhilaration of flying over London and her heart starts beating quickly. Her palms become sweaty and Wendy wipes them on her nightgown. She stands up and leans against the windowpane, wondering why that immortal boy would not stay with her.
It has been five months since the legendary Peter Pan flew into the nursery and whisked Wendy and her brothers off to Neverland. Was that faraway place real or was it just a fantasy? Was there such a thing as a boy who never grew up and could fly? Wendy often wondered if it was just a dream, but then she looked at the "kiss" hanging from her neck and she knew she had not been dreaming. After Peter had brought her home, Wendy was given her own room. Michael, John, and their new brothers occupied the nursery. Wendy hated leaving her old room behind. What if Peter was to come again? What if she did not see him? Wendy snuck out of her room late at night and went to the nursery. She slept by the window, hoping that Peter would visit. Mr. and Mrs. Darling often came in to check on their children, and found Wendy shivering underneath the open window.
The truth was that Wendy was growing up and she did not want to. Her aunt Millicent kept forcing her to act like a lady and to stop acting like a child. Wendy was trying so hard to hold onto her childhood memories that were slipping away. When Wendy turned thirteen - two months after her adventure - she began changing emotionally and physically. Playing games and acting out stories were becoming different for Wendy. She usually hid behind the nursery window and watched her brothers having fun. She felt like an outsider looking in at was once her childhood. She felt herself becoming a woman and she was scared.
Even as she stands by the window, Wendy is growing. She is torn between childhood and adolescence and she does not know how to handle it. This will be her last time sneaking into the nursery and waiting for him. You're not coming back anyway, Wendy thinks, backing away from the window. She looks upon her sleeping brothers, and giggles when Tootles starts to snore. She pulls her mother's shawl around herself and curls up in the rocking chair. A single tear falls down her pale cheek as she glances at the sky.and falls to sleep.
The grandfather clock in the Darling household chimes midnight. At the same time, the wind picks up and a mysterious figure appears outside of the nursery window. A cold gust of air sweeps past Wendy and she stirs. The figure turns around and approaches the sleeping girl quietly. The moonlight casts a bluish glow on Wendy and the figure leans over her. It is Peter Pan.
He is as silent as ever when he pushes her wavy brown hair from her face and a small smile touches his lips. Seeing Wendy makes him lift off the ground and he has to will himself to stay put. It feels like years since Peter has been in the nursery. He does not pay any attention to anything else except Wendy. His heart feels weighted when he looks at her because he knows he can never have her. His blue-green eyes fill up with tears and he sees a dark object hanging from her neck. It is the acorn, or the "kiss". She still wears it, Peter rejoices in his head. She hasn't forgotten me! Peter smiles and his fingers touch Wendy's lips gently. He wants to give her a "thimble" as Wendy called it. He wants to give her a "thimble" real bad. He is interrupted when Wendy moans and snuggles underneath the shawl.
"Stop tickling me!" she murmurs, meaning her lips. Peter draws his hand away and feels something tugging on his ear. He turns around as quick as lightning and a bright dot is flying frantically around him.
"Tink! I told you not to follow me!" Peter hisses and tries to grab the fairy. Tinkerbell avoids his grasp and whizzes around the room, throwing toys around in the process.
"Tink, don't!" he yells, and realizes his voice is a little too loud. Suddenly, the eight boys who were all peacefully asleep jump out of their beds, startled by all the commotion. Wendy shoots up from the chair and opens her eyes. She rubs the sleep out of them and sees a green blur soaring above her head. Peter flies up the side of the nursery wall, trying to stop the mischievous pixie. He grabs Tinkerbell and she starts to jabber angrily. He races for the window and he hears his name being called.
"Pan! He's back!! Peter!" Michael hollers.
"What - Peter?" Wendy stammers, trying to stay focused. She yawns and runs to the window. The boys ask her if she saw him and she shakes her head.
"Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?" Wendy murmurs. She looks around, telling herself that Peter had not just come into the room. Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her.
"NO!" they all yell in unison and Wendy ops her mouth in shock. "We saw him, Wendy! He came!" The girl steps onto the ledge and scans the sky.
"Peter, oh, Peter," Wendy sighs. The wind blows her hair around and Wendy lowers her head. He has touched her lips. He did that the first time he came into the nursery. The bedroom door bursts open and Mr. and Mrs. Darling bolt in. Mrs. Darling is breathing and crying heavily. Mr. Darling looks around, his eyes literally bulging out of his head. "What in the world happened in here?" he demands, tripping over a doll. His hands are clenched into fists and Michael speaks out.
"Peter Pan was here," he says simply. Mr. Darling goes into an uproar. Mrs. Darling hurries to the window and pulls Wendy from the ledge.
"Mother, he was here. I - I." Wendy tries to explain, but Mr. Darling cuts in.
"YOU ARE NOT TO GO TO THAT WINDOW ANYMORE!" he yells and Nibs cringes at the volume of his voice. "YOU COULD HAVE FALLEN!" Tears come to Wendy's baby blue eyes.
"I wouldn't have fallen, Father. I - Peter was here," Wendy quivers in her English accent. She looks to her mother for help, but the woman shakes her head.
"A robber was here, George! The children are just in shock," Mary explains. John gasps loudly and shakes his head.
"No! That's not true!" Wendy cries. Her parents are wrong. A robber could never fly out the window. George Darling eyes his daughter sternly and sends her to her room. The boys start to cry and Wendy slams the door. She curls up in bed and holds the "kiss" in her hand. She hears the boys protesting down the hall and she buries her face in her pillow.
A week later, the nursery window is locked and barred.