'Peter! It was Peter who just passed by the window', Wendy thought. She turned back to all the girls who sat around her. Abigail stared at her in suspicion, Wendy smiled at her softly, trying to avoid anything she might say.
"Excuse me, I need some fresh air." Wendy stood up from her seat. She walked away from the round table. As she neared toward the exit she rushed her steps a little more. Outside she stood looking around for any sign of Peter.
Peter Pan walking around London on a sunny morning, what was she thinking? She had probably mistaken him for a man walking around in green. How dumb was she? She felt a little embarrassed. Hadn't she the day before wanted to forget all about him? And there she was, outside of a restaurant looking for Peter who had not passed by, but a man who was wearing green. If she couldn't stop thinking about him did it mean that she possibly... Loved Peter? No, no! But maybe... Yes.. That night at Neverland she had found out that Peter did not feel anything for her, the night when they fairy danced. Therefore, if he did not feel for her, she could not feel for him. Why not? That thought raced through her mind, and questioned all of her. Why not? Why couldn't she love him? Because... Because...
She couldn't bear that her questions couldn't be answered, she couldn't reveal them to anybody. Nobody could compare to her feelings of love toward Peter. She only wished that the suffering would go away, but was she really suffering?
Aunt Millicent had once said that love was not possible until you were married, and that love would develop slowly during marriage. Love, what a small word with such strong feeling. She loved her mother, her father, and her brothers. But loving someone other than her family, that was special. Peter was special.
Wendy heard the door behind her open, she spun around.
"Mother, aunt Millicent. I was....it's just that..." Wendy stumbled on her words, her mother and aunt were standing at the restaurant's doorway, their expressions questioning her being there.
Aunt Millicent stepped toward her, "Wendy, what's wrong? Why'd you leave so suddenly? Are you feeling alright?"
"Wendy, you know better than to leave us worrying like that. For a moment we thought that you had disappeared. Abigail said that you left so abruptly and upset." Mrs. Darling folded her arms and stood waiting for her response.
Abigail, always there to make things worse, "Oh... Well I was just feeling... I was just in need of fresh air."
"Oh well, don't go off alarming us like that."
Aunt Millicent grabbed Wendy by her shoulder, "Wendy, are you sure you're alright?" Aunt Millicent looked Wendy in the eye.
Wendy nodded, "Aunt Millicent, I'm fine"
Mrs. Darling took her daughter, "Do you want to go home?"
Wendy shook her head up and down, showing that she did want to go home. "Millicent," aunt Millicent looked toward her sister-in-law, "I think we should go home, me and Wendy."
"But so soon?"
"Yes, Wendy doesn't seem herself today, I think she needs some rest."
"Oh alright, I'll bid everyone goodbye for you." Aunt Millicent pecked Wendy on the cheek, and did the same for Mrs. Darling. "I'll come by to visit sometime next week"
Wendy entered through the wide doors of her home, her mother followed in after her.
"Well.. That was fun wasn't it?" asked Mrs. Darling.
"I guess.." Wendy replied, hiding her face from her mother.
"Wendy, what's gotten into you? You hardly ever seem to have a conversation with me. Has something happened to you?"
"No, of course not mother. I'm simply exhausted, that's all"
"Exhausted by what?"
"I... I don't know..."
"You don't know. Well, for now I'll avoid your silly excuses, go on now, go rest."
Wendy moved quickly up the stairs. In the distance she heard her brothers whispering in their room, which was odd, they usually yelled or spoke loudly when they had a conversation between each-other. She stopped her foot steps.
"Someone's out there," one of her brothers whispered, "Curly, go check" moments later Curly's head poked out of the nursery, he peered over at Wendy. Then popped his head back into the room. More whispering, but in softer voices.
"Wendy!" Michael ran out of his room running toward Wendy, "Wendy!" he stopped in front of her. "Wendy, it's an emergency! Come! Come!" Michael pulled his sister by her arm, he dragged her into the nursery. John, the twins, Curly, Slightly, Tootles, and Nibs were gathered around in a circle. Obviously something interesting had caught their attention.
"Where are you taking me Michael? What's happened?" Wendy asked, letting herself being dragged.
"I'm taking you to the scene of the crime. Teddy's missing!"
"Teddy?"
"Yes, Teddy. Remember Teddy? Please Wendy remember him!"
The little teddy bear Michael had cherished since he was three, that's right. Mother and father had given it to him for Christmas. Michael hadn't let go of it ever since. "Yes Michael I remember your Teddy. But what do you mean he's missing?"
"He's gone! All that's left of him is a piece of his stuffing!"
"Calm down Michael, we'll find him." not really sure of her reassuring comment, Wendy walked through the gathered boys on the floor. "What happened?" Wendy took the piece of stuffing that was laying on the floor and fiddled with it in her hands.
"Well... You see..." Nibs stared at the floor, trying to explain.
John interrupted Nibs, and took over the explanation, "Wendy, we were exhausted of our long while of playing. So, we went downstairs to drink some water or perhaps rest on the sofa, when we heard a loud crash upstairs. We all were startled, and ran upstairs to see what was going on. When we entered the nursery, the lamp on the side table by the window was shattered," the boys moved away from the circle to reveal a shattered lamp on the floor, "Michael also noticed that Teddy was gone from where he had left it."
Oddly enough, the boys all nodded in agreement to John's long, yet true explanation.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that a burglar was here." Wendy said.
"A burglar?" said one of the twins with widened eyes.
"Yes, I'll go tell mother-"
Slightly ran to the door of the nursery and blocked Wendy's exit, " No! I-I mean... No. Don't tell mother, please Wendy! If you do she'll tell father and he'll have the window barred like he almost did last time when he found you sleeping by the window."
Wendy remembered that night, it was about a month after her arrival from Neverland. Every night she would wait for Peter to return, and she'd fall asleep by the window while doing so. Her father once caught her. He sent her off to her room and threatened to the window if he found her there again.
"Yeah, Wendy," Tootles pouted, "we don't want the window barred. It makes us feel somehow insecure."
Making her younger brothers feel insecure was against Wendy's being. She wanted to preserve her close relationship between the boys and her. "Alright then, I won't tell mother."
"Thank you, Wendy"
The children stood up in unison, "In return for your safekeeping of our secret, you'll be updated in any clues we might find leading to Teddy's disappearance."
Wendy giggled, Her brothers were odd, and funny as well.
Peter stepped through the jungle, slashing at loose vines that hung from the large sacred trees. The trees around Neverland seemed to be alive themseleves, spying on anyone whom they encountered wandering past them. They were large, and hollow, with long thick vines hanging down them. Leaves fell throughout the seasons, covering the rich soil with colors of green, red, yellow, and brown. Twigs snapped with every step Peter took, he looked at his bare feet, dirty and smudged with all kinds of smelly substances.
Life was lonely without any Lost Boys, or any mothers around. Plenty adventures were still waiting for him, but the funnest were with the Lost Boys. And a mother, he needed a mother. One that would scold him for being late for dinner, or for not bathing, or even for trying to get out of chores. There were no other Lost Boys who could take his Lost Boys's place. Or take his only mother, Wendy's place. 'I miss Nibs, Slightly, Curly, Tootles, and the Twins,' he thought, 'I also miss... Wendy.'
A sudden tug at his ear distracted him from his thoughts. Tinkerbell was flying above his face, making a fuss over something.
"Calm down, Tink! What's wrong?"
Tinkerbell stomped her foot in mid-air, she made an angry face at Peter. She yelled at him in her usual fairy nonsense. Peter listened closely, trying to make sense of Tinkerbell's words. Peter understood this stubborn fairy the most, for she was the one who had brought him to Neverland in the first place.
"What are you talking about? I never went anywhere near there."
Some more blabbering, and Tinkerbell's small body turned red.
"I'm not lying, I didn't go to London last night! So leave me alone!" Peter shooed the fairy away. He ran through some trees and shot up into the sky, leaving Tinkerbell behind.
'Why did he have to feel for Wendy so much?' wondered Tinkerbell. He was never aware of how much she admired him. Tinkerbell often stalked him, trying to figure out his wherabouts. He ignored her, not including her in his adventures. Last night while she followed him once more, she saw him take off from Neverland. Peter only knew one place outside of this magical island, and that was London, of course. The tiny fairy, cried her little eyes out, and when Peter returned she looked for him, taking all of her fury out on him. She hated Wendy!
"So, Teddy's disappeared" Wendy tossed the peculiar piece of stuffing in her hand, studying it. "Who would want to steal a teddy bear?" she murmured. She rolled over on her back. Her bed comforted her. Looking over at the window she noticed that the sun was going down, and darkness was conquering the light of day. Had the day gone by that fast? As she carelessly swung her arm down she hit the side table and let out an, "Ouch!"
The acorn Peter had given to her fell to the floor. Wendy looked over at, she remembered it's meaning to her.
Why she had stopped wearing was because of aunt Millicent. On one of her visits she had spotted it dangling down her neck and forced Wendy to take it off. She said that it was ugly and odd.
Wendy lifted it off the floor, and put it on. She admired it in the mirror, touching it often.
A cold breeze blew in from the open window, the curtains whipped violently, they flew all over. Wendy ran over to the window, believing that she'd heard something other than the wind. She leaned against the window pane, searching the skies for any sign of Peter. Nothing.
"I'll just go in.... And then....then.." Peter mumbled from within his hiding place in the tree. He watched Wendy look up at the sky, and then search all around her... Looking for him. Tink had found out that he had visited London last night. Here he was once again in front of Wendy' s open window. She hadn't changed at all, maybe gotten a little taller, but that was it. "I've gotta go in, I've gotta..." he said to himself. "She'll be happy to see me again won't she?" he said to himself reassuringly. Peter jumped from the branch he was sitting on to another one, for a closer look. Wendy jerked away, noticing the tree's sudden movement.
"Is... Somebody....Th-there?" Wendy asked frightened.
Peter noticed how tightly she squeezed her hands as she said this. She was scared, he was scaring her. He didn't want to scare her, he would leave. "Peter?" Wendy asked.
Peter froze in his position, she had called out for him. "Peter? Are....You... Th-th-there?" she asked. She knew it was him, Peter kept silent. Butterflies swirled around in his stomach, he felt dizzy. Wendy retrieved from her place, giving up. Peter noticed this and took his chance, finally. He slowly floated out of the tree and flew toward the window, Wendy's back was toward him, she was reaching for the door. Peter's feet landed on the floor in a loud Thud.
Wendy turned around, surprised by the loud thud. Was she dreaming? Was that Peter who stood before her that very moment? The great Peter Pan was standing before her! Wendy felt her feelings stir deep inside of her, they stirred, and stirred, until she fell to the floor in pure shock. The world around her turned black and Wendy went out cold.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's reviewed! Really guys, reviews really do inspire an author, especially this one. The last chapter was kinda short, so I made up for it by making this chapter long. In the following chapter there'll be a lot of Peter and Wendy together, and maybe some surprises. I hope you've enjoyed my story so far. And remember, keep reviewing!