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 2

In the Little House built for Wendy, nestled high amongst the topmost branches of the Dancing Trees, just where the fairies had placed it so long ago, Peter lived with Tinker Bell. It really was a lovely spot, lit brightly at night with the twinkling of the stars and the glittering of the fairies, seeming to brush against the sky as the Dancing Trees swayed gently with uncommon grace to the Wind's Waltz. Within the little house was one room where in the center of the room a table of sorts sat forlornly, wishing, it seemed, for company and against the wall were two chairs. Upon the floor a mat of woven grasses rested and nine beds stood empty against the walls, defying the tiny size of the structure. The tenth bed was occupied.

Peter reclined on his bed with one leg bent over the other, green gaze unfocused as he stared sightlessly at the dancing fairies and twinkling stars though the small window beside him while he played an unconsciously melancholy tune on his flute. His thoughts were far from where he currently reclined, straying, instead, back to the nursery of Number 14 and the mystery of the absent children and locked window. Now, it really was uncommon for Peter to be focusing so intently on one thing at a time and even more remarkable that he hadn't forgotten about the strange occurrences in London. It was for this reason that Tinker Bell flitted about in agitation, trying her level best to distract the boy from his thoughts and entice him into a game. Unfortunately, her efforts were all for naught. Peter Pan would not be distracted.

Frustrated, Tinker Bell finally gave up and blew a raspberry in his direction before darting out the window to join the other fairies in their dancing. Being as tiny as she was, she naturally only had room for one feeling at a time and right now the feeling she had was playfulness which meant she had no room to share Peter's moodiness. Sparkling fairy dust rained down, casting magical light over the forest and illuminating the party taking place. With a happy squeal, she immediately joined in the dancing, sparing the boy and his sad tune no more thought for the next while as she whirled and spun through the night air.

Peter continued to stare out the window, his vision slowly coming into focus as he watched the dancing fairies just outside the window of the little house. The lilting strains of his song died away as his eyes followed the graceful movements of the tiny creatures. Blinking uncertainly, he allowed his flute to fall to the side and sat up straighter as a faded memory drifted through his mind, elusive and strangely hesitant to be caught. Tilting his head to the side, he chased the memory around until, finally, he trapped and held it firmly. Green eyes widening, he realized quite suddenly which memory he'd been chasing around in his mind. Shifting to his knees he folded his arms against the window sill before dropping his head to rest on them, gazed turned inward as a half smile played about his lips.

It had been a night very much like this one, the sky clear and unmarred by drifting puffs of clouds. The night air had been fragrant with the scent of wild things and the heady perfume of exotic flowers. In the distance the joyful beating of drums could be heard as the Indian Village celebrated the return of their princess, Tiger Lily. Usually he would have been there as well, dancing and laughing along side the Lost Boys. But not on this night. He'd hidden in the dense underbrush of the forest and waited until Wendy had moved close enough to him to hear as he quietly called to her. It had been a very special night for as the Indians celebrated, so did the fairies. There had been a wedding, a most glorious occasion that resulted in courtly dancing amidst glittering showers of fairy dust sparkling in the night. He'd led Wendy to the fairy's tree and showed her the wondrous sight. Even now he wasn't certain what had come over him, but he'd felt an impossible to resist desire to dance with her as the fairy couple danced within the hollow tree. In many ways Peter wished that he'd never followed through with his strange impulse as it had been the beginning of the end.

Pushing away from the window, he stared at the empty house and wondered if things would have been different if he'd left well enough alone and not danced with Wendy. Would she have stayed with him in Neverland? Would she still be telling him stories? He didn't like thinking of things from the past. Such thoughts always made his chest ache and his eyes sting with the unfamiliar emotion of regret. Shaking his head sharply, he thrust all thoughts of such things out of his mind.

Jumping off the bed he closed his hands into fists at his sides and drew in several deep breaths as he looked around the room again. Pressing his lips together into a straight line he decided that he was bored and that was why such strange thoughts kept returning to his mind. He needed a distraction, but not just any distraction. He needed to find more stories to occupy his thoughts and to do that he had to return to London.

Swiftly exiting the house he took to the air and flew amidst the dancing fairies searching for one in particular. It took many pinches to his nose and tugs on his ears, but he finally found Tinker Bell happily spinning in tight circles in the center of the crowd of fairies. "Tink!" He called and waited. When he received no reply he stealthily crept up on her and snatched out of the air, laughing at the voluble tinkling of bells that was her language as she chastised him for ruining her fun. "Come on, Tink. Let's go." The tiny fairy adopted a curious expression and once again tinkled, this time in query. "We're going to go find some stories." With a grin, Peter shot straight up into the air, higher than the fairies, until all he could see were the stars glittering brightly against the velvet backdrop of the night sky. Laughing from the sheer joy of flying, he set his course and flew as fast as he could, the wind tugging at his hair, a flush of exhilaration in his cheeks as his eyes sparkled with excitement.

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Author's Notes:

Strawbeby: Thank you for reading and reviewing. I'm trying to recreate the colourful backdrop that Mr. Barrie painted for his readers in his story of "Peter Pan" as well as combine elements from the movie. I hope you continue to enjoy.