Chapter 2
Peter watched in a kind of awe as Wendy opened her sky-blue eyes, it had begun to rain outside and the carpet by the window was soaked with water. He smiled happily,
"Oh the cleverness of me!" he whispered to her.
Needless to say her reaction was quite different from what he had imagined. She blinked, waking herself up and then screamed so loudly that Peter was forced to put a hand over her mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Crys dive into a music box. He stared completely dumbfounded at the still struggling Wendy.
"Shhhh" he hissed "You don't want the grown ups to come do you?"
She had quieted down now and was staring at him, her eyes wide. Slowly, cautiously he removed his hand from her mouth.
"Who on earth are you?" she asked.
"Not on Earth," he said proudly, "on Neverland! And that's easy, I'm Peter Pan."
Wendy found herself giggling at that, "You're Peter Pan??"
At that point Peter fixed her with such a hurt look that she immediately answered,
"I mean of course you're Peter Pan!" she said and, seeing him beam, deemed it was safe to carry on. "So Peter..." she said hesitantly, "how is it that you came to be in my room?"
"Flew of course, I don't believe you could've forgotten flying Wendy, me perhaps if you were especially grown up – but you don't look so grown up after all." His tone was questioning, lacking his usual confidence.
Wendy was glaring at him suspiciously,
"How do you know my name? And how did you really get here, you don't really expect me to believe that you flew do you??" her hesitant manner was gone replaced by cold, hard suspicion. "Honestly any minute now I expect you'll start saying that faeries exist, and people of our age should know that they most certainly do-"
Peter catapulted across the room and once again his hand lay across her mouth.
"Don't say that." He said nervously, "Every time you say that, a faerie somewhere dies."
Crys rose out of her music box, filling the room with light. As she came over to Wendy to inspect her,
"Ohh Peter! Is that a real faerie??"
It was as Wendy cried out in joy, looking so much as she had at the faerie dance that Peter suddenly noticed that something was wrong. It was Wendy, well she looked the same at least, but her clothes were all different. She was not in her usual nighty, in fact she was wearing trousers and the last time he had spoken to Wendy, she had definitely thought that that was inappropriate. There were other things too, her hair was not exactly the same brown he remembered it to be, now it had honey-golden streaks running through it. Her eyes were what gave him the biggest inkling that something was wrong. They had always lit up around him, something he had prided himself on being able to do, but more than anything was the fact that they looked as if they had seen something. She was not his Wendy, and he had always supposed that this might happen to her if she grew up, but then she was not a grown-up. In fact except for the small differences, she was the same as she had been in Neverland. He stared a few moments more, trying to tell himself that it was all some trick of the mind until she hesitantly asked,
"Peter are you alright? I'm sorry I almost said that I didn't believe in faeries, I really am. It's just not every day that a boy comes flying into your room."
Peter glanced up from his reverie,
"Are you Wendy Moira Angela Darling?" he asked slowly.
Wendy stared dumbstruck, "Um no, I'm not I'm Wendy Catherine Darling"
There was an awkward pause, in which Wendy tried not to embrace the boy who was now crying. Peter stared at her,
"Then where's Wendy? What happened to her? She used to sleep in this room! She said she'd be here when I got back, she said she'd wait for me!"
Wendy watched as he wiped his tears,
"Don't cry...it won't do any good" she sighed.
"Why not, and I'm not crying!" he replied fiercely
"because I knew a Wendy Moira Angela Darling" she paused as he tried to interrupt her, but she shook her head at his look of glee, "I said knew. She was my great... Aunt"
Peter stared on, not realising the full impact of these words.
"What's a great Aunt?" he asked.
Wendy gazed at him sympathetically, "Do you remember Michael Darling?? Wendy's little brother?" he slowly nodded and she continued, "Well he was my father's, father. And so Wendy was my great Aunt."
"So she grew up? She forgot about me?" he asked.
Crys knew how much this hurt Peter, and forgetting all feelings of jealousy towards the Wendy girl, she wrapped her tiny arms as far around his neck as they would go.
"Peter I'm so sorry" Wendy said, "but you came back too late"
Peter kicked off into the night, not hearing the Wendy's, the new Wendy's shouts. She'd forgotten all about him?? And grown up? She'd probably married as well. He knew that Wendy wouldn't have had children without a marriage. She was gone, she was the only person he'd ever remembered, and she was gone. He sped away into the night air cursing her name. How dare she grow up, how dare she want to?
But worst of all, was the nagging feeling that Hook had been right. He Peter Pan, had not been good enough. Why had the other Wendy had to have such sad eyes? He thought to himself, she could have been exactly like his Wendy and then everything would have been alright.
To my reviewers:
Lady Dark Angel: Thanx so much, you're my very first reviewer!
Kasmira36: I hope that at least something has been explained this chapter, basically the first one was more of a prologue to get you hooked! (I hope)
Compass: Firstly thanks for the compliment, and secondly as you can see this chapter it's not the Wendy we all know and love and also she didn't see Peter out the window, he only saw her. As for the plan all will be explained!