Author: Hey!...My computer finally let me update so thats awsome!. I just wanted to thank you all for your support throughout the making of this story...you guys have been sooo awsome, and I thank you!lol,and I know I say that alot. But I also want to say to the authors out there that your doing a really awsome job...and I mean AWSOME!. Keep up the great work guys!. Sorry if I embarressed anyone!
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Three Years Later
Peter once again came to the nursery window. The light was dim for it wasnearly eight o'clock in the evening. The window opened half way. The boys should be getting to sleep, but as he peaked in, a smile crossed his lips.
There, in the middle of the group of boys, was his Wendy!. By the way she was dressed, he could tell that she was acting out a story!. She had a piece of fuchsia coloured material tied around her, around her waist and over one shoulder.
She also had a paper crown around her head and a fake sword at her waist. She was obviously playing a princess. Peter settled himself on the tree branch and listened in on her story.
"...I am here to slay the evil king!" Wendy cried, grabbing the sword by her side. One of the lost boys got up. "You shall not pass, you are not powerful enough to slay our king" announced the Nibs, he was dressed as a guard.
"I must, for he has slain both my parents, causing me to go into hiding for many year...and now, she has slain my true love" cried Wendy, her voice getting sadder. Peter's heart ached as she mentioned true love.
"I am here for my revenge!" cried Wendy again. "I'm sorry milady" said John standing up, he too was dressed like a guard.
"But in order to kill our king..."he paused to draw his sword. "You must get through us first". "My pleasure" smirked Wendy and she and four other boys were engaged in a "pretend" battle.
When Wendy finally got through them all, she turned to Slightly, Curly and Michel. Slightly had a blanket over him like a cape, while the other two where dressed as ghosts.
"Are you theking?. The evilking who has slain my parents long ago?" asked Wendy bravely. "Yes" said Slightly, acting bravely. "I am, but your powers are no match for me!". Wendy cracked a smile but became serious.
"But, you must go through my minions first..."he started. gesturing to the two ghosts. The two ghost boys launched at her, but Wendy pretended to do stylish jumps and flips, and suddenly whisked out a flashlight from inside the fuscia material. "With this great beam of light...I de-spell you ghosts!". Wendy said gallantly, flashing the light in their directions, the boys pretending to run off in agony.
"Alright! I have dispelled the ghosts, it is your turn!" she said, advancing quickly on Slightly, who also took out his sword. For many moments, the two of them battled, until suddenly, Slightly "pretended" to run Wendy through with his sword, causing her to suddenly she froze, and collapsed on the carpet.
Peter was shocked, seeing Wendy drop to the floor like that made his heart almost break.
Slightly crackled evilly. "At last! I have slain the princess and no one is left to stand in my way of taking over this land" Slightly laughed evilly again, as Nibs and Michael pretended to carry Wendy to the bed, but she just walked there herself.
"Not so fast!" came a voice, which was actually just John pretending to be a different person. "Ahhh!" screeched Slightly. "How can you be alive! My minions told me they've slain you?" said Slightly. "No you fools" cried John. "I escaped and followed them here! I knew Dear Wendy would come here and try to reclaim what you've taken away, so I came in hopes of assisting in your defeat and being reunited with my princess!" said John.
"Never, and her kingdom and both your lives will be mine!" Slightly crackled."...to be continued" cried Wendy suddenly. "Aww Wendy!. We were just getting to the good part!. We're the queen was to take over the two kingdoms...and if your prince can save you from death, and kill the evil queen!" cried Tootles.
Wendy giggled and got off the bed, turning towards the window. "I wish my real love would come and rescue me from this life!. But he's having so many adventures...and I need to grow up" she sighed and turned to the boys again.
"Alright! Clean yourselves up and get to bed! Before Mother yells at us" cried Wendy, untying the material from around her. In only a few minutes, the boys were tucked in and the lights were dimmed.
"Happy Dreams boys" Wendy called softly, as she closed the door behind her. Peter then realised that she must have moved into her own room, which saddened him a lot.
He missed watching her sleep in her bed in the nursery!. He couldn't stay and watch her anymore, she had chosen to grow up!. "I'm sorry Wendy!" he whispered. "I'll miss you".
Tinkerbell suddenly flew up beside him and whispered in his ear. "No Tink...I'm fine" Peter said softly. But she saw the tears brim his eyes, and she squeaked softly. "No Tink" he said softly. "I'm just gonna miss her".
As an attempt to cheer him, she played with his hair, it succeeded in putting a smile on his face. "Come on Tink!" he said. "Lets go home" he said with one last look of the nursery.
As he started to fly off, his foot caught in the branch he was sitting on, making him trip. Instead of heading towards the sky, he headed towards the ground. In a complete panic, he couldn't think of a happy thought in time for him to just miss the ground. Things then got worse, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a couple coming towards them.
Tinkerbell hurried to try and grab Peter and sprinkle more fairy dust on him but he had already hit the ground. Peter landed, head first onto the leafy ground below. He hit the ground with so much force that he nearly knocked himself out cold.
His fall was not unnoticed, his fall had scared the lady, the couple walking down the street. She was scared that something had fallen out of the tree to attack her but when she looked closer. "Harry...could that be?" she asked the man standing beside her.
"No...no Anna it couldn't be" said the man, trying to get a better look. In curiosity, the women slowly walked closer to the boy lying almost unconscious at the bottom of the tree. She examined him for a couple of minutes. After a while, she gasped and placed a hand over her heart.
"Oh Harry...it is him...it's our son" said Anna delightfully. "But Anna...how do you know?" asked her husband. "Don't you see...his hair, his face...his eyes...its him" said Anna again.
Harry came over closer and examined him closer...then he gasped too.
"Well I'll be damned!. It is our son" said Harry. Anna embraced Peter happily, Peter turning in her arms trying not to feel any pain from when she pressed against his sore body. "Oh Peter...
you have come back...and after all these years" said Anna.
"He looks badly hurt dear...don't hug him too hard" said Harry." "Yes...your right" said Anna, leaning back to take a better look at the boy. "He seems dirtier then I remember" said Harry. "Where did he ever get those clothes" said Anna, looking Peter up and down.
"We'll take him home...get him washed and dressed and then put him to bed for some well needed rest" said Anna as her husband, Harry picked Peter up into his arms, careful not to hurt him. "Yes...he does need lost of rest...he's been away from home for the longest time" said Harry.
They turned to leave for their home and Peter weakly opened his eyes, his eyes landing on the still brightly lit window of the darling nursery. His thoughts came to Wendy, he tried to smile and closed his eyes.
Tinkerbell was watching from back in the tree. She knew that Peter would want her watching over him, in case something happened. She watched as the horrid man picked up Peter and started carrying him off. Tink followed in anger...concerned for Peter's safety.
Darling House...Nursery
The children were now snuggled in bed. Smothered in kisses given by their mother and aunt.
Wendy' s Bedroom
Wendy was snuggled warm in her bed, trying to settle into sleep, but none came to her. Only sweet memories of her latest adventure in Neverland played over and over in her thoughts. Her eyes fluttered open, and heaving a sigh in defeat, she pushed away the covers and ran over to the window.
She sat there, on the window seat, in the dark, staring up at the beautifully lit night sky. Instantly settling her gaze on the second to the right...she let out another sigh, but this was of longing.
"Its been three years Peter!. Where are you?. I miss you" she said softly.
She rested her cheek on her hand, and leaned to the side, as the wind softly blew the hair out of her face. Wendy closed her eyes gently as a happy smile spread across her lips. Memories of when Peter was close to her, sweetly brushing away stray strands of hair from her face, or when tears ran down her cheeks.
Feeling as though she'd fall asleep at the window, Wendy slowly opened her eyes once more. After a yawn, she glanced back at the neverland star, and smiled. "Please come back soon Peter" she whispered before turning from the window and climbing back in her bed.
Sweet dreams had now filled her head...and you can guess who was in them, but if Wendy had stayed at the window seat longer, or took one more glance out the window...she would be surprised to see lights suddenly come on in the large house across the street.
Across the street
Harry pushed the keys into the lock, and with a click, he took hold of the knob and opened it, revealing the grand hall. He stepped aside to let his wife, carrying their newly found son, into the manor first before stepping inside himself and closing the door behind him.
Tinkerbell, was safely hidden inside Anna's coat pocket. She was so light and tiny that the lady didn't even feel when Tink dropped into her pocket. Once the family was safely inside, the little fairy shot out of the coat pocket and hid in a corner.
A butler then walked into the room, and stopped in front of the couple. "How was your walk master and mistress?" he said bowing. "Wonderful" replied the women. "Now that we've found our long lost son" she said, the butler looked down at the boy in her arms.
"Are you sure that's the young master...Mrs. Keating?" said the butler, eyeing the boy suspiciously. "Yes...well he might not look like it now…with all the dirt...but just you wait until we clean him up" said Mrs. Keating. Thinking he had upset his mistress, the butler bowed.
"My apologise Mistress..."he said, keeping his head low. "I did not mean to offend you" he said, straightening now. "No worries..."she said, brushing away his apology. "It is not your fault. We just haven't seen our boy in such a long time It's all" she said, returning her gaze to the boy unconscious in her arms.
"Now..."she said, finally breaking the silence. "Jones will you take Peter up stairs and prepare a bath for him...make sure to put extra soap" she said. The butler bowed and took the boy out of her arms and started up the stairs. "I'll be up in a few minutes to wash him" said Mrs. Keating. "Yes mistress" he said, and resumed walking up the stairs.
Tinkerbell, who had heard the whole conversation, now scurried away to follow the butler, who now had Peter. She followed them up the stairs, down the long hall, and into one of the huge rooms of the manor. Tinkerbell again hit in a corner, and watched as the butler laid Peter down on the window seat of the bathroom, where he was still unconscious.
Knowing that he'd be safe there, for now, Tink had time to look around the bathroom. It was huge, as big as the nursery, at least by her view. It was lighted gold by the beautiful lights that hung everywhere. Even everything in the bathroom was huge. Everything could fit at least 100 fairies she thought.
She was amazed by all of this, until her attention went back to the butler. After he had laid the boy down, he went over to the huge bathtub and turned on two of the taps to let water pour into the tub,
He turned away, as the steam started to raise. He walked over to the huge wooden cabinet, and started rummaging through it.
Tink took this time to shoot over to the window, hiding behind the silk curtains blowing lightly in the wind. With one last glance at the busy butler, she turned her gaze to the unconscious boy. He looked so peaceful, lying there in the golden light of the bathroom, the wind blowing the strands of hair across his forehead lightly, as if soothing him to sleep.
Taking this chance, she flew down to his face, and started pulling on a strand. Nothing, he didn't even flinch!. She had to get him out of here, he would be scared if he woke up in a strange place, and he was hurt. She had to get him to Neverland, and away from these humans.
She started pulling and pulling but again it didn't work, then the butler started towards them. Frightened, Tinkerbell flew back to the curtains. The butler however did not stop before Peter, but went back to the tub. There, he organised all the things he held in his arms, beside the tub.
Tinkerbell thought it was once again safe, until the door was opened. Tinkerbell glared as the women that had carried Peter here, walked into the room. She stood beside the butler. "Is it ready yet?" she asked him. The butler, who had been adding things into the water, looked over to her." Almost Miss...get him ready then" he said, before turning back to the tub.
The women then turned her attention to Peter, walking over to him.
Tink didn't like this one bit, she would have to keep a very watchful eye on the lady. "Alright...its ready now" said the butler, turning the taps again. The lady nodded and turned back to Peter.
"Then lets get him in" she said, and to Tink's surprise, she started to pull on Peter's clothing. She tugged and tugged but it never came off. "Jones..."the women called. The butler came over. "How do you suppose we get this off?" asked the women." I haven't the faintest clue ma'am...perhaps the master could help you" suggested the butler.
"No. He's preparing Peter's room. I...I think I could do it" she said.
She started tugging again, but still it never made a rip. Tink laughed silently to herself. Until, the women's eyes fell upon the dagger.
"Oh...how about this?" she said, pulling out the dagger. "Yes Miss Keating...that could work" said the butler, eyeing the dagger.
Miss Keating then tried it, she slipped the dagger carefully under the leaf strap that covered his chest and started to cut carefully.
Tink watched in horror, had they really figured it out?
Yes! the leaves were suddenly cut, and fell away from his body.
Amazed, Mrs. Keating stared at the dagger. "Amazing..."she whispered, then happily returned to finish the job. As she worked, Tinkerbell watched on, but started getting embarrassed and hid her eyes.
Finally, the leaf clothing laid in pieces on the floor, in a pile, and once again, Peter was carried to the tub. As the started to wash him, Tink watched carefully for a while. She watched as the butler scrubbed all the dirt away from his skin, making it shine with his golden tan.
While the women, washed his hair. Running her soapy fingers through his hair over and over, making sure all the strands were properly washed.
Tinkerbell laughed at the look of Peter's soapy hair, all white with the suds and flipped every which way. Until the women then carefully poured water through his hair, making sure all the soap was out, until she lathered her hands with the soap again.
Tinkerbell was amazed that the women had easily washed out all the dirt out of his hair that had tangled itself in there over the years. When wet, It was much darker, but now had no tangles or dirt, which made his best feature, his hair.
The lady, ran her fingers gently through his hair, making sure there were no more tangles. She smiled sweetly as his head rocked gently back and forth as he, at least looked, like he slept on.
As the lady moved on to washing the dirt from his face, and the butler went to get a towel, Tink flew out of the room and tried to find the man. There were three other rooms in the hall, one was a master bedroom, another was a library and play room, and the last was another bedroom, where there, Tink found the man.
As she hid in a corner, she watched the man trying to find something from the huge wooden dresser. "Ah ha!" he said happily, and just as he said that, the lady's voice rang out. "Harry dear...do hurry, we're just about done!" she said. "Coming Anna darling!" the man called out and hurried away with the bundle, leaving the drawer open.
Curiously, Tinkerbell flew over to the dresser, and landed on the top. There was a big mirror, some picture frames, and other stuff.
Tink flew closer to a picture, and saw that it was of Peter and his family a long time ago, when he was very young.The women suddenly came in carrying Peter.
Author: Me again!. To avoid this question in the reviews (cause I know your all thinking it) No,Peter is not the Keating's long lost son. He just looks like him...and Its dark and their grieving, so no, Peter is not their son!. lol. Ok thanks and Please review.