Peter Pan Fanfic
Summary: "I want always to be a boy, and have fun." Was Wendy right? Was this Peter's "biggest pretend"?
- Peter Pan - PG - English – Fantasy/Action/Adventure/Romance – Multi-Chapter – Status: In-Progress –
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All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
The One Left Behind
By: Chiruken
Prologue
"All children, except one, grow up."
That is the way it always began. The knowledge that somewhere there was a boy who refused to grow up had become familiar and comfortable within the nursery of Number 14. Of course, no one would've even known of this mysterious boy if not for Wendy Moira Angela Darling and her animated tales of her adventures in Neverland with her younger brothers and the Lost Boys. In turn, Wendy's daughter, Jane, passed on the tales of adventure to her daughter, preserving the memory of the hero of the stories who wished only to be a boy and have fun forever. And after Margaret grew up, she told the stories to her daughter as well. The telling of the tales passed on and down, each generation having wondrous adventures in Neverland.
And always, as the tales would unfold, there was another rapt listener. A silent shadow peering in through the open window of the nursery, stealthy, unheard and unseen, yet always attentive and eager to hear more. Beside the shadow a brilliant light would hover, twinkling and winking as if a star had descended from the heavens to look within the nursery of Number 14.
But, sadly, there came a day when then nursery window remained closed and locked, the curtains drawn snuggly across the panes. Even more tragic…no childish laughter filled the room, no toys cluttered the floor. No stories were told and no more adventures were had. There were no beds for dreaming heads, no rugs for tip-toeing feet. Not a candle was lit, nor a fire burning. Number 14 was empty.
And, it was to this empty house that the listening shadow and the glittering light returned to hover before the closed and darkened window. No voices could be heard from within, must to the bewilderment of the owner of the shadow. The sound of tinkling bells followed by a sprinkling of glowing dust surrounded the shadow and the ball of light. Seemingly unsatisfied with receiving no reply, the light flickered as if in anger before darting forward, engulfing the shadow with it's glow, revealing the features of a boy before settling on his shoulder. But not just any boy. There, floating high above the street, defying gravity, was none other than the hero of the tales woven within the now dark nursery…Peter Pan.
Reaching out, Peter tentatively pressed his palm flat against the cool glass of the window, expression revealing his confusion. Turning his gaze briefly to the fairy sitting on his shoulder he shrugged. Pressing his face against the window, he tried to peer inside, but the curtain blocked his view. Frustrated, he rapped his knuckles against the glass and waited. A frown creasing his brow, he tried to open the window and found it locked. Biting his lip he shook his head in denial as unbidden a distant memory flitted through his mind. Someone had once told him this would come to pass…the window would be closed to him, locked or barred. No one would answer his knock. He shook his head hard in an attempt to dislodge the persistent memory, but once the remembering had begun it was impossible to stop. Drawing in a sharp breath he moved closer to the window again. "Wendy?" He waited, but received no reply. "No, Wendy is all grown up now." He muttered to himself, brow creasing again. "Jane?" He called hopefully before remembering that she, too, had grown. Suddenly he grinned. "Margaret!" He felt confident that Margaret would open the window for him, yet as he waited his certainty dissolved until disappearing altogether as he remembered that Margaret had also grown up. A voice from his distant memory resurfaced, whispering that he would be forgotten and now, it seemed that the unthinkable had come to pass. "No!"
Pushing away from the window of Number 14's nursery, Peter Pan glared down at the street. He refused to believe that he'd been forgotten. Wendy hadn't forgotten, even if she did grow up. And Jane…and Margaret…they hadn't forgotten either. Frowning, he tried to remember the other names that had come after but they floated, just beyond his grasp until, frustrated, he finally gave up. Time passed so differently in Neverland, he realized. He'd never given it much thought before, but now he began to wonder just how much time had passed here, in London, since his last visit. Surely it couldn't have been more than a few seasons, could it?
Sighing, he cast one last look at the dark window of the nursery before turning away. "Let's go, Tink." If he wasn't flying quite as high or as fast as he usually did, he pretended not to notice as he turned his gaze to the star twinkling brightly in the night sky. Tinker Bell, however, did notice and chattered in her fairy language worriedly as she hovered near the window for a moment longer before hurriedly following Peter as he flew back towards their home.
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Author's Notes:
A thought took hold and wouldn't go away during yet another night of insomnia. So at 5:30 am, I crawled, blurry eyed to the computer and wrote despite my resolve to ignore any and all "Plot Bunnies" that hopped into my mind…
What resulted was my first attempt at the "Peter Pan" fandom.