A/N: I know that my first chapter was rather vague on the details, but
you'll have to wait for the next chapter to learn more, don't worry it'll
all be explained in a matter of time. I'll have you know that this is only
my second ever fanfic, and my first one was a Harry Potter PWP in the humor
genre, so I'm a little scratchy. If you don't like what you see, review
anyway so you can help me become a better writer, after all that's what
constructive criticism is all about! I also have to thank my good 'ol SB
for beta-ing this chapter for me *waves* I loff you!
Without further ado I present to you...
Chapter 2: The Flight Back to Neverland
The day before Wendy left for Neverland with Peter seemed to be lasting for hours upon end.
As night drew closer, Wendy started to pace her room in front of the window as she anxiously
awaited Peter's arrival. Wendy had just seen Peter that very morning, but it felt like another four
years had passed. Peter had told Wendy earlier that he would take cover in Kensington Gardens
till it was dark enough that no one would be able to see him. 'It's pretty dark,' Wendy thought,
'Peter should be here soon.' As if reading her thoughts, Peter gracefully landed on the balcony
in his ever so famous "Peter Pan Stance."
Wendy immediately looked up to her window and found Peter standing on the balcony outside
her window with a big smirk on his face. She rushed over to the window as he held out his hand
to her. She stared into Peter's eyes, twin pools of blue and green mixed together until they
created something altogether mesmerizing. "Let's go, Wendy," he whispered, "Just take my
hand and we'll be off . . . off to Neverland."
Wendy looked down at his hand then back up to his adventurous eyes. She took his hand
without a second's more hesitation. This was what she wanted. She wanted to be with Peter and
give him a true understanding of love. Her love.
With a simple nod of her head, Peter sprinkled the fairy dust he had been holding over her head.
Wendy rose into the air as she thought of going back to Neverland with Peter. Peter gently
pulled her into the air as they began their journey to the star second to the right and straight on
till morning.
As they soared above the rooftops of London, Wendy couldn't help but wonder why exactly
Peter had grown. What had caused him to grow up?
Wendy looked down at Peter's fingers entwined with hers; the corners of her mouth curled up as
she lifted her head to meet Peter's gaze.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Peter.
"You," Wendy replied casually, "I'm thinking of you, Peter."
"Well," he responded, "Of course you are."
Wendy giggled at his condescending words. "Oh the cleverness of you!"
Neverland appeared before Wendy and Peter; almost hidden by fluffy pastel clouds. Wendy
took all of this in with a tear in her eye. The memories that sparked up in her mind were endless;
from spying on the crew of the Jolly Roger to the kiss she had given to Peter when he had needed
encouragement.
The pair arrived by the underground house in a matter of who knows how many minutes. Peter
and Wendy touched down and walked over to the entrance. Peter opened the door by pulling on
the vine hanging down from an overhanging branch. Wendy daintily walked through the
doorway and looked around the familiar hide-out, "It's just as I remember." Wendy sighed.
Peter stood behind Wendy watching her look over his home as she remembered almost all that
had taken place within its' walls. "You know, Wendy," Peter started, "It just wasn't the same
without you here."
Wendy turned around to look at Peter, a tear beginning to form in her eye, "Do you really mean
it?" A spark formed in the corner of Peter's eye as he replied, "Of course I mean it!"
The single tear trickled down Wendy's face, "I'm glad you think so." She beamed as Peter
closed the gap between them and embraced her lovingly. Peter released her and looked into her
eyes, "How about breakfast then?"
A/N: Yes, yes, I know it's rather short, but there was a lot of thought put into this two-paged chapter. Don't you just loff the fluff? I was inspired for this chapter quite a bit by Faith Hill's 'There You'll Be.' Look out for the next chapter where there will be some explanations on Peter's mysterious growth. (I feel like one of those TV announcers right about now...)
Chapter 2: The Flight Back to Neverland
The day before Wendy left for Neverland with Peter seemed to be lasting for hours upon end.
As night drew closer, Wendy started to pace her room in front of the window as she anxiously
awaited Peter's arrival. Wendy had just seen Peter that very morning, but it felt like another four
years had passed. Peter had told Wendy earlier that he would take cover in Kensington Gardens
till it was dark enough that no one would be able to see him. 'It's pretty dark,' Wendy thought,
'Peter should be here soon.' As if reading her thoughts, Peter gracefully landed on the balcony
in his ever so famous "Peter Pan Stance."
Wendy immediately looked up to her window and found Peter standing on the balcony outside
her window with a big smirk on his face. She rushed over to the window as he held out his hand
to her. She stared into Peter's eyes, twin pools of blue and green mixed together until they
created something altogether mesmerizing. "Let's go, Wendy," he whispered, "Just take my
hand and we'll be off . . . off to Neverland."
Wendy looked down at his hand then back up to his adventurous eyes. She took his hand
without a second's more hesitation. This was what she wanted. She wanted to be with Peter and
give him a true understanding of love. Her love.
With a simple nod of her head, Peter sprinkled the fairy dust he had been holding over her head.
Wendy rose into the air as she thought of going back to Neverland with Peter. Peter gently
pulled her into the air as they began their journey to the star second to the right and straight on
till morning.
As they soared above the rooftops of London, Wendy couldn't help but wonder why exactly
Peter had grown. What had caused him to grow up?
Wendy looked down at Peter's fingers entwined with hers; the corners of her mouth curled up as
she lifted her head to meet Peter's gaze.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Peter.
"You," Wendy replied casually, "I'm thinking of you, Peter."
"Well," he responded, "Of course you are."
Wendy giggled at his condescending words. "Oh the cleverness of you!"
Neverland appeared before Wendy and Peter; almost hidden by fluffy pastel clouds. Wendy
took all of this in with a tear in her eye. The memories that sparked up in her mind were endless;
from spying on the crew of the Jolly Roger to the kiss she had given to Peter when he had needed
encouragement.
The pair arrived by the underground house in a matter of who knows how many minutes. Peter
and Wendy touched down and walked over to the entrance. Peter opened the door by pulling on
the vine hanging down from an overhanging branch. Wendy daintily walked through the
doorway and looked around the familiar hide-out, "It's just as I remember." Wendy sighed.
Peter stood behind Wendy watching her look over his home as she remembered almost all that
had taken place within its' walls. "You know, Wendy," Peter started, "It just wasn't the same
without you here."
Wendy turned around to look at Peter, a tear beginning to form in her eye, "Do you really mean
it?" A spark formed in the corner of Peter's eye as he replied, "Of course I mean it!"
The single tear trickled down Wendy's face, "I'm glad you think so." She beamed as Peter
closed the gap between them and embraced her lovingly. Peter released her and looked into her
eyes, "How about breakfast then?"
A/N: Yes, yes, I know it's rather short, but there was a lot of thought put into this two-paged chapter. Don't you just loff the fluff? I was inspired for this chapter quite a bit by Faith Hill's 'There You'll Be.' Look out for the next chapter where there will be some explanations on Peter's mysterious growth. (I feel like one of those TV announcers right about now...)