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 –
Peter Pan © Great Ormond Street Hospital
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
Chapter 1
"Second to the right, and straight on till morning."
Of course, such instructions were rather difficult to follow, even for those fortunate enough to be able to read maps or star charts. But for Peter, it was as clear as the rising sun on a crisp, cloudless morning. He knew exactly where he was going, had traveled the route often enough to do it with his eyes closed. This, of course, wasn't advisable since flying with ones eyes closed was bound to end in disaster, but telling Peter this was bound to encourage him to dare it anyway just to prove that he was, indeed, the best there ever was.
As he rode the wind his spirits lifted, forgetting for the most part the disappointment of finding no stories to return to Neverland with. Up and down he went, rising and falling with the air current's whims, laughing joyously all the while before flipping onto his back and floating with his hands behind his head, a smug and self-satisfied smile tilting his lips upwards. Tinker Bell flitted beside him, her own expression gleeful as she flew in tight circles around the flying boy sprinkling fairy dust over him indiscriminately. She was glad to be returning to their home. She never did like the excursions Peter took outside the boundaries of Neverland ever since the time he'd brought Wendy and her brothers back with them, preferring instead to have his complete and undivided attention focused on her. Naturally, she conveniently forgot that more often than not the boy's mind would be focused elsewhere rather than where she wished it, but this didn't deter her from shaping her thoughts the way she wanted them to be.
Flipping over once again, Peter did a whirling display of rolling loop-de-loops before putting on a burst of speed and breaking through the barrier between worlds. Grinning widely, he allowed his body to free fall for several breathtaking seconds, reveling in the rush of cool air against his face. Below, Neverland was slowly being engulfed in the glorious light of the rising sun, the frozen world transforming from desolate snow and windswept ice to a lush paradise. It was as if all of Neverland was welcoming him home. Tumbling out of his free fall, he set his course for the island, pausing briefly for a game of tag with the birds and hide-and-seek in the clouds with Tinker Bell before turning his sights on the glittering jewel-like waters of the Mermaid's Lagoon.
Flying low and close to the water, he admired his reflection for a moment before reaching down to trail his fingers in the coolness. Below him, just under the surface another form swam, keeping pace with the flying boy, mysterious eyes beckoning as her lips curved into an enticing smile. Laughing, Peter only shook his head, snatching his hand away from the water and the reach of the mermaid swimming below him. Sweet and lovely they may be in the fantasies of most people's minds, but in reality the mysterious creatures were one of the more dangerous inhabitants of Neverland and he knew it well.
Flipping onto his back once again, Peter stared up at the sky and admired the fluffy clouds turned pink with the rising of the sun. Floating high above the ground, the clouds looked very much like fluffy pink cotton candy and almost good enough to eat. For a moment he was tempted to fly up to them and take a big bite, but after a moment of consideration he decided against it for the time being as he was quite comfortable where he was. His attention was drawn away from the cotton candy clouds by the insistent call of the Neverbird circling in the sky high above. Lifting his hand, Peter waved with a huge grin and it seemed almost as if the bird waved back as it spread its wings and wobbled just so from side to side before turning and disappearing into the distance.
Shooting straight up into the sky, Peter paused for a moment and looked over the island he called home. Suddenly frowning, he looked around and then grinned when he spotted what he had been searching for. "There you are, Tink." Without another word, he set his course for the Sugar Cane Field and within moments the large field came into view. In the distance the jagged cliffs of the mountains could be seen, but for the moment he ignored them, intent instead on the promise of the tasty sweetness spread out below him.
Landing lightly on the ground, he darted forward, too impatient to walk the rest of the way and instead chose to run. In his mind, running was nearly as fun as flying and got him to his destination ever more quickly than a simple walk. There was nothing he disliked more than wasting his time in getting to the good parts, whether it be in an adventure or in seeking out tasty treats. Patience had never been one of Peter Pan's strong suits. The only thing he was willing to exercise a little patience for was a good story. Even though he chafed at the inactivity, he would dutifully wait for the tale to unfold from the beginning right to the very end.
Weaving his way through the tall waving stalks until he was almost at the center of the field, he thought that it was good to be home again. Turning, he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his lips when he realize that there was no one behind him. Halting, he stood in one place for several long moments, remembering finally that his return to London had not ended well. Drawing his eyebrows together into a frown, Peter flopped to the ground and lay on his back staring up at the sky through the waving stalks of sugar cane, hands behind his head. No one had returned with him to Neverland to share in his adventures and tell him more stories. The window had been closed and locked, must to his continued dismay. No one had answered his knock nor his call and oddly enough the house had given a distinct feeling of being empty and lonely. He continued to stare up at the blue sky with the fluffy, now white, clouds and pondered what it could all mean. Finally, after an interminable amount of time he sat up and leaned back on his hands. "Where was everyone?" He finally muttered under his breath before jumping to his feet and lifting into the air, intent on returning to his new secret hideout.
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Author's Notes:
AngelicPirate: Thankies for your review. x And I love your story and intend to finish reading it very soon.