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 3
During the journey to London Peter and Tinker Bell played games amongst the clouds, sometimes Follow the Leader, others it would be tag. Occasionally Peter would forget which game they were playing or simply become bored and drop down to skim the surface of the ocean, laughing at the dolphins as they jumped, greeting him with their odd little cries before disappearing beneath the water again. For the most part Tinker Bell didn't mind his sorely lacking attention span, choosing instead to flit around his head, her fairy light sparkling almost like a halo as she flew faster and faster as her whims of fancy struck her.
Soon they spotted flocks of birds flying in loose formation and, unable to resist a chance at trickery and fun, Peter swooped down upon them and snatched the food right from their beaks with a triumphant grin. Naturally, the birds took offense and squawked raucous accusations and other less than pleasant diatribes at him to which Peter would merely crow with delight, a cheeky smile curving his lips upwards, before darting in again to pull at their tail feathers.
Soon enough, however, the horizon filled with rooftops and chimneys. Slowing his flight, Peter circled the Tower of London, pausing to stand upon the large hands of the clock to look down upon the bustling city. A gust of wind brushed against him and he shivered. He directed his gaze down at his feet and wriggled his toes against the snow covering the clock hand. "It was spring last time I was here…" He murmured thoughtfully. "Now it's winter." He had a feeling that this was significant somehow. While he'd been in Neverland he hadn't felt the pull of time nor the changing of the seasons, yet here, in London, he suddenly realized that quite a bit of time had actually passed since his last visit.
Such thoughts had never plagued Peter before and he was confused as to why it was happening now. Lifting his gaze, he looked around, noticing even more changes to the once familiar city. Somehow, to him, it looked bigger, more crowded than before. Strange, unfamiliar sounds filled the night accompanied by the glow of what seemed to be millions of lights that blocked out the glow of the stars in the sky.
Frowning, he tilted his head to the side and studied the lights glittering row upon row and the streets crowded with traffic. It was well into night by now and he found it simply amazing that still the sprawling metropolis was alive with activity. Shrugging away the niggling worries that were half formed in his mind he grinned with anticipation of the mischief he could get into with so many people still milling about on the streets. "Oh what fun!" He whispered to his companion, the excitement of the moment colouring his animated voice. Tinker Bell shook her head emphatically and tugged on his hair, trying to urge him to fly away. She didn't like the unfamiliar sounds roaring through the night. She drew in a deep breath and nearly choked, covering her nose and mouth with her tiny hands as she was assailed by horrendous smells she couldn't even begin to describe. When the boy's eyes glittered in such a way as to alert her to upcoming mischief, Tinker Bell tugged harder on his hair, careful to keep one hand over her nose. Her efforts resulted in being swatted. "Stop that, Tink." With a tremendous scowl, the tiny fairy chimed out in angry tinkles and dingles just what she thought of the smells and the loud noises before sticking her tongue out at Peter after which she promptly turned her back, small arms folded over her chest and chin high in the air.
Shrugging, Peter stepped off the clock hand and hovered in front of her, smiling beguilingly. Naturally, Tinker Bell couldn't stay mad at him for long and gave in almost immediately, flying up to him to kiss his nose, leaving behind a smudge of glittering fairy dust. When he turned and flew towards Kensington Gardens, she followed without protest, circling around him and chinkling energetically in her bell-like voice. She was eager to continue with their adventure, even if the offensive odors in the air hadn't diminished.
It wasn't until Tinker Bell saw the familiar house and nursery window that her enthusiasm dimmed. She didn't want Peter to go back to Number 14, not after the disappointment of their last visit to the dark and empty house. But as they drew nearer, she saw that the house was dark and empty no more. Light spilled out onto the street from the first floor windows and shadowy figures moved around within. However, it wasn't the first floor that interested Peter, she noticed. No, his gaze was focused on one particular window…the nursery window.
Peter lowered himself to the large bough of the tree growing tall and straight beside Number 14 and peered into the familiar window curiously. After a moment a wide grin lit up his features as he spotted three forms moving around within the room. It was all he could do to stop himself from crowing out his delight. Finally he'd hear stories again, of this he was certain.
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Author's Notes:
Tymiko the Pirate Girl: "Peter Pan" has always been one of my favourite Disney animated features, too, though, sad to say, I'd nearly forgotten about it except in a dim corner of my memory. That is, until I saw the 2003 live action film which renewed my interest and love of the world and colourful characters originally created by J.M. Barrie.
Vetor Swest: Thank you for reading and reviewing. I hope to continue with the same tone set in the first few chapters throughout the entire story. After all, "Peter Pan" is a magical story in its original form with more than a hint of mystery in its settings.