Author: Hey...I'm back. The reason why I'm updating so fast is I'm planning, or trying, to get this story done while I have a long weekend. Plus, I'm also thinking of a sequel...good or bad idea?. I need feedback on that!.
OK. So, thanks to all who reviewed, you guys are awsome, I couldn't have done it without your support!.Thanks so much!. Enjoy!.
The rest of the day was pretty quiet compared to at noon, everyone to busy with their school work to care about anything else. That is, except for Wendy. All afternoon, she was trying to come up with a good way of confronting Millicent like she did with Braden.
However, almost all of her plans resulted in failure. She knew she could never get through to her aunt like she did with Braden, Millicent was too thick headed and self absorbed. However, she was determined, for it was only her aunt that was blocking her way from being with Peter, and she wouldn't let that stop her.
Finally, the bell rang, breaking Wendy from her thoughts, and joined in on the rush to get out of the school. She was once again lost in thought, as she got onto the sunlit courtyard, and walked hurriedly towards the gate. However, her friends stopped her.
"Hey Wendy!" greeted Nancy happily. "Great going with Braden at lunch, think he really got the message!" She said motioning towards where he stood with his boys. Wendy was happy to see that Laura was among them and they both seemed really interested in the other. "That's great, they really have chemistry!" Wendy commented, though it seemed a little off.
"Wendy?. You ok?" Nancy asked her, concern in her voice. Katie and Jenny also turned towards her, also looking worried. Wendy stayed silent, and lowered her gaze now the ground. "It's your aunt isn't it?" Jenny suddenly question, gaining a angered look from Nancy and a hard nudge from Katie.
"No, she's right!" answered Wendy, seeing the two girls' actions. "She's the only one left that I have to face…" she stopped suddenly, her face stern. "In order to be with Peter again. I just hope he will forgive me!" Wendy lowered her gaze again. "He will!" came a voice from behind them. They all turned in surprise to see Danny, Kyle, Ryan and Brent…but still no Peter.
Wendy was saddened at this, but happy to see the boys. "He knows that you were under pressure,…" said Danny. "I'm sure he'll forgive you!". He shot the girls a smile.
Wendy smiled, and nodded in understanding. "But still no Peter?" she questioned, motioning that the boy wasn't in their little merry group. Danny nodded sadly. "No!. but we were hoping that you could tell us that!" Danny commented. "He's been gone for a while" Brent spoke up. "Nobody knows where he went". The other boys shook their heads in dismay.
Wendy shrugged. "He must have just went off somewhere" she guessed. "For a little while" sounding a bit sad, thinking that he went away because of what she'd said. Everyone noticed this, and a sad silence fell over both groups. "Yeah…but I'm sure he'll return!" Jenny's voice broke through the silence, now causing everyone to agree silently.
"But first I have to face off against my hag of an aunt!" Wendy commented, a mixture of sadness and anger in her voice. This caused the groups to laugh suddenly. "You'll do fine!. Besides you have your brothers!" Nancy said, clapping an hand on Wendy's shoulder for reassurance. Wendy smiled at her, and noticed her brothers heading their way.
"I know…"Wendy confirmed. "But it will be harder then convincing Braden…that's for sure" she said, turning once more to look at him and Laura. Everyone gave her an encouragingly sad look before the boys joined them. "Ready to head home now Wendy?" asked John, seeing that Wendy was slightly in deep thoughts, and knew that she was thinking about their aunt.
She nodded sadly and slowly. The boys all grouped around Wendy was she came out of her group of friends. John kept his arm around Wendy's shoulder for comfort, understanding that his sister had an important, yet difficult thing to do once they were home. All that they could do was just be there for support, she had to do this on her own. "It will be alright Wendy" John said to her comfortably.
"We're here for you"
Meanwhile
Peter walked silently through the woods, surrounding the Boys' school courtyard, where the fairy had first given him the letter. Many thoughts ran through his head, along with the words the highnesses had told him. He and Wendy were to marry and become the new rulers of Neverland!.
Peter was undoubtedly happy about this, as he fingered the box that contained the engagement ring, in his pocket. He knew he had to get Mr. And Mrs. Darling to allow him to court Wendy before he could propose to her….but he knew he had to do something more important first.
He had to tell the Keating's that he was not in fact, their long lost son. It pained him, for they were like the family he'd never had. They were like the fairies, loving and humble, when he had no place to go. Still, he owed them the truth, even if this meant that after this, he could never see them again.
Peter gave a great sigh as he found the exit to the forests, the fairies surrounding him, now gathered before him, and each gave one kiss to each of his cheeks, then flying away, back to Neverland, for they were only escorts, leaving Peter and Tinkerbell alone.
Later after his meeting with the king and queen, he'd find that Tinkerbell and the other fairies that stayed with him in London, had come back with him. They spent the rest of the day, just enjoying old times like they used to. They spent the night in the wonderfully enlarged underground hideout, the king and queen had ordered for Peter's return. Peter was happy to have gone home, and happy to be back in his London lifestyle, but he knew that now that he was to become king, he had to go back and stay in Neverland.
Which meant he had to confront the Keating's first, and he knew that they wouldn't take it so well. Peter again gave a heavy sigh before turning to his fairy companion. "You ready Tink?" he asked her, she squeaked in agreement and loyally followed him out of the forest and back into the streets of London.
As they crossed the Courtyard, Peter noticed that they were unbearably empty, which Peter guessed that school had already been called out. Putting this thought to rest, he continued on his way down the streets, after telling Tinkerbell to hide in his pocket, as to not be spotted.
Finally they reached the front door of Keating Manor. Peter hesitated as his hand floated uncertain above the brass door handle, trying desperately to collect his whirling thoughts. His gaze was suddenly cast aside, to the Darling home just across the street. This made his heart pick up at the mere memory of Wendy. Peter knew that he had to confront her next.
However, he pictured her smiling face, so beautiful and happy, that that gave him the courage to finally open the front door to the manor. As he walked in, he noticed the warm, happy home to be a little deserted and quiet. When he closed the door over, he was glad to see that the butler had come in from the waiting room.
His usual sad eyes suddenly perked up at the sight of him. "Young Master!" he suddenly shouted, which caught him off guard. "Your home at last!" the seemingly old butler suddenly engulfed the surprised boy in a tight hug. "I'm happy to see you too Jones!" he tried to say, but the older man seemed to be squeezing the life out of him. "And happy to be home" he continued once Jones had set him back on his feet once more. "Your parents will be overjoyed your home" Jones said, with a smile cracking his lips. "They were quite worried and upset once you left!. And so your friends!" he continued. Peter's heart fell a this and suddenly tensed up.
"Where are they?" Peter suddenly sounded quiet. "I'd like to see them" Peter's eyes seemed to darken. Jones nodded with the same small smile. "Right this way" he motioned to follow him to the drawing room. "The mistress is in here". Quietly, Peter followed him, once again trying to organize his flustered thoughts. What was he going to say once he saw her?.
The twin oak door where suddenly pushed open and the brightness of the drawing room suddenly flooded into Peter's vision. He forgot how bright the drawing room could be during the day. At first, there seemed to be no sign of Mrs. Keating, however, looking around for a moment, Peter saw the lovely lady's figure sitting by the bright window.
Peter watched her sadly. Mrs. Keating sat in one of the big chairs, a book forgotten in her lap. One hand closed into the book, as if marking the page, the other resting against her cheek as she stared sadly out the window. The sunlight from the window reflected the shiny tears in her eyes, Peter's heart broke.
The huge drawing room was hung in the woman's sad silence, until a slight cough from Jones suddenly rang through the room. "Mistress Keating?" he called to her, yet she never took her eyes off of the window. With a sigh, she answered. "Yes, what is it Jones?" her voice almost sounding as if she was far away in some other world.
"You have a visitor" Jones stated, staring down at Peter with a smile. "Send them in" she said once again, then the sad silence returned. "Hello Mother" Peter took the opportunity to announce.
His voice sounding almost as sad as hers.
Mrs. Keating's head suddenly shot in his direction, the look on her face turning hopeful. Through the tears that pricked her eyes, she couldn't believe that her dirty blond haired, blue eyed son had finally returned to her. Now with a grand smile on her face, Mrs. Keating suddenly bolted from her seat, and ran across the room to embrace her once more found son in a crushingly loving embrace.
Peter's breath faltered once more, as he once more was taken in a crushing embrace, but he knew it was only because these people loved him. "Oh my son!" she said happily, tears started to streak through her perfect make up. "Oh my son your home!". She removed her arms to gaze into her son's loving blue eyes.
However, once she pulled away to gaze into his face, she was surprised to see that his expression wasn't a happy one. "Mrs. Keating…." Peter began slowly. Mrs. Keating gave a little laugh. "Please darling, call me Mother" she said sweetly. Peter shook his head, which surprised her greatly. "No, not anymore!" he suddenly said. "There's something, Mrs. Keating, that you need to know!" he stared sadly into her now confused expression.
Darling Home
Finally, the Darling kids faced the oak door of their home, knowing that possibly their snotty, overbearing aunt was in there ordering their poor mother around, or arguing about something that was out of place, or wrong.
"Are you sure you can do this?" Michael suddenly questioned his sister, looking into her face, and noticing a mixture of sadness and determination. "If I can get through to Braden…"she answered sternly. "Then I can get through to Millicent." She continued, her eyes narrowing to the door. "It will be harder though" sadness now sounded in her voice. "You have us to back you up" she heard John suddenly say, and felt him squeeze his hand onto her shoulder, in a matter of comfort.
She turned and smiled before once more facing the door, and marching up the stone steps and launching herself into the house. "Mother?" she suddenly bellowed. A silence followed until they could faintly hear footsteps come out of the dining room.
"Oh, hello children" she said happily once she noticed them in the doorway. The boys instantly rushed over to her, crowding around her as she gave out hugs and kisses to all. Wendy stood forlorn in the doorway, her determined look not faltering so easily. "Is Millicent here?" Wendy demanded. Mrs. Darling was taken off guard by her daughter's sudden overpowered voice.
"Yes darling, in the kitchen" she answered, somewhat afraid of her daughter's angered look, and watched as Wendy suddenly marched away towards the kitchen. Angrily, Wendy pushed the swinging door of the kitchen open, and was met by the surprised look of her aunt.
"Hello Wendy dear" she greeted when she saw her niece at the door. Without saying a word, Wendy marched up to the table her aunt was sitting at. "Oh Wendy dear, I told you it is improper to wear…" started Millicent, noticing Wendy hadn't taken off her school shoes.
"Shut it!" Wendy suddenly screamed as she came up to the table and slammed her hands onto the table. She watched through narrowed eyes, as Millicent jumped and stared at her in disbelief.
"Wendy…."she began, but Wendy screamed at her once more. "I've had enough" she began. "I've had enough of your little schemes to get me to marry. I already have a true love!" Wendy snickered. "That's why I broke it off with Braden".
By the way Millicent's face mixed to surprise and anger, she knew she was in for it. She however, didn't care anymore. "Wendy Darling, Braden Andrews is absolutely not after you for money!" Millicent screamed back. "I set you up because…" she was stopped again by Wendy.
"Cause you want the best for me?" she asked in a huff. " All you care about is yourself" she bellowed. "You always think everything's your own way, so you try to ruin everyone else's life" said raised her voice high. "This is silly. It is very unlady like.." she stopped once she noticed Wendy roll her eyes.
"There you go again aunt. All with the lady stuff and how I should marry well?" there was a pause until Wendy slammed the table again. "Stop running my life for me!" she screamed. Mrs. Darling and the boys now rushed in and was horrified to witness this unbelievable fight between niece and aunt.
"I for one, am not running your life" screeched Millicent back. "Of course not aunt" Wendy acted innocently. "Your just telling me what to do!" she screamed again. "I only want you to be happy" Millicent argued. "Well aunt, do I look happy to you?" Wendy questioned angrily.
Wendy suddenly shook her head violently. "I've had enough of you trying to run my life for me, and now, I'm cutting you control and completely shutting you out!" Wendy calmed. "That's right, your rein is over, your bossiness!. If I hadn't stopped you know, I would end up a bitter, alone fat assed hag like you!" Wendy screamed.
All eyes widened in surprise, a small gasp escaped Mrs. Darling, but all was quiet. Millicent could feel tears starting to brim her eyes. "I'm taking control, and you can't do anything about it" Wendy continued. "So go ruin someone else's life for a change!. Whoever would be willing to do that!" Wendy finished, she backed away slowly from the table. Slightly surprised at Millicent's surprised and silent gaze.
"Fine Wendy Darling" Millicent began. "But this is far, from over!. I'll let myself out!" the scared and saddened aunt suddenly marched passed the silent family, slamming the door so hard, that it shook the whole house. Mrs. Darling approached her daughter.
She placed one arm over her shoulder, the other tightly grasped the other. "You did it" she whispered into her daughter's ear. "You finally broke your aunt". A smile crept over both the women's faces.
Keating Manor
The drawing room was once more in heavy silence. Mrs. Keating and Peter sat opposite each other, but just stared into their own little worlds. A sigh came from Mrs. Keating broke the silence, which caused Peter to look at her worriedly.
"So…" she began quietly. "You are, not my son. You are Peter Pan" she continued. "Yes ma'am" said Peter quietly. "Why did you trick us into believing you were our son?" Mrs. Keating asked shocked.
"No Mrs. Keating, it wasn't like that!" Peter started, not wanting the lady to think he'd done this on purpose. "When you took me in, I believed as much as you did, that I was your son. I was actually happy that I found my family again" Peter said, a bit of happiness in his words. "Because I can't remember the life I had before I went to Neverland…"Peter continued sadly.
Mrs. Keating's face filled with sorrow as he said this. "You poor thing!" she patted his shoulder. He gave her a small smile. "But I just wanted to get the story straight before I have to go back, to my real home…"Peter hesitated to tell her the most important part. "To be king" he continued.
"King?" she asked surprised by this. "Those fairies must really consider you important!." She continued. "Well, they hated me when I first went there…but they soon became like my family" Peter laughed, thinking that must sound stupid. Mrs. Keating gave a smile however. "The king and queen are planning to retire, and want me to take up the throne" Peter said joyfully.
"There's only one problem" Peter's face saddened for a moment. Mrs. Keating's expression turned to worry. "What is it?" she asked. "Wendy and I need to marry. I think her aunt hates me and maybe even convinced her parents to hate me too" Peter said sadly.
Mrs. Keating chuckled. "No dear. What the Darling's hate is Millicent's choice for their daughter's husbands. Along with her self centred ways" laughed Mrs. Keating. "And by what you told me about your adventures…it sounds like true love" she said, and lightly touched the now much faded kiss mark on his cheek.
"But I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble" Peter apologized. To his surprise, Mrs. Keating leaned over and gave him a gentle hug.
"No trouble at all. We were happy to have you" she said, and kissed his forehead before pulling away. "You were like our own son!." She smiled sweetly.
"So your not mad at me for apposing on you?" asked Peter hopefully. "Apposing?. Oh no darling. I hate to see a homeless child out on the streets. I would have cared for you anyways" she said, sending him a bright smile, and patting his arm lightly.
The room was once more in silence before Mrs. Keating arose gracefully. "Now. Let's see if we cannot arrange a meeting for you to meet the Darlings" she suddenly said, sweeping elegantly over to the phone.
Peter suddenly stood in alarm. "What?. And she has Braden now!" Peter suddenly rejected. "Well Neverland can't have a king without a queen?" she said with a raised brow. "And you don't have to worry about Mr. Andrews, Wendy had a spat at him the other day…they're broken up!" she announced, sending a smile to Peter before turning towards the phone.
As she delicately dialled the numbers to the Darling's, Peter sat in thought. She confronted Braden, and now they were no longer courting. Things were finally looking up for them. He just had to convince the Darling's that he was the perfect one for their daughter.
Peter was suddenly broken out of his thoughts, as he caught Mrs. Keating speaking into the phone. "Yes, hello Mary. Anna Keating calling" there was a pause. "I'm fine thank you. Now I'm calling about a young man that I'm just dying for you to meet…" she giggled into the phone. Sending a smile to Peter, she continued.
"…and I'm sure your daughter will love him too".
Author: Hey.Hope you enjoyed it, I guess it was a bit corny in some parts. But, it is coming to an end. Only a few more chappies left...I hope. Anyways, Please review and tell your thoughts about a sequel!.Thanks.