And Back Again
by actingflicka
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Ok, this should be really obvious, but just in case, I DON'T HAVE ANY ASSOCIATION WITH PETER PAN! I am not and don't know anybody who had anything to do with the movies, book, or anything else.
Author's Notes: First of all, a very kind reviewer has informed me that it is very difficult to get into and out of a corset by oneself, so that explains why from now on Wendy will have help. In addition, remember that Peter still has confusion about the words 'thimble' and 'kiss', so please don't get confused about that little detail while reading. Second, thanks for all the kind reviews. I have responded to all the signed reviews via e-mail. Anonoymous reviews are still read by me and appreciated, even if I cannot respond directly. I am going to try to have a new chapter up every weekend. No promises, since my school's teachers do not feel the need to communicate with one another about who is assigning how much homework when, but I try to find time to squeeze this in. Thanks again!
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
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Peter Pan sped back through London, out into the stars, and back to Neverland. He didn't even have to think where he was going, after all, he made this journey every night, from Neverland to the nursery window, and then back in the early morning.
He could not bear to not listen to the stories that Wendy told, to watch her look at the Neverland star and remind him that her kiss belonged to him, to watch her soothe her younger brothers and kiss them before bed.
He would arrive at sunset and sit on the roof until he heard Wendy enter the room, and then carefully drop to the window to watch his Wendy-lady tell stories, and soothe her brothers. Then, he would watch her look at the stars with a message to him. When she fell asleep, he flew to the roof to stand guard over her house at night.
Most nights, he left with a feeling of bittersweet happiness. He wanted to fly in through the nursery window and surprise them all, but then he could not have the pleasure of just watching Wendy, unaware of him, tell her stories.
Tonight, however, left him feeling angry at himself and worried for Wendy. He had watched Michael as he cried, and was horrorstruck when he heard of this plan - Wendy leave home? Not tell stories? Wendy was born to tell stories. And Michael thought that Peter had forgotten him, John, and Wendy!
Peter knew that he would have to make his presence shown soon, very soon. But he wondered how long he could postpone it, for he did love watching his Wendy-lady.
Tinkerbell flew by his side, her sassy face screwed in jealousy. She had watched Peter imitate Wendy and blow a thimble down to her, just as she blew one to the Neverland star every night. And he would always fly up and catch the thimble, and place it in his pocket. He could never see them, but he would reach in his pocket and take out a thimble to remind him of Wendy-lady.
Tink began to gesture wildly trying to attract Peter's attention, and evil idea forming in her mind.
"Mmmm...what is it, Tink?"
Tinkerbell began to whisper in his ear, Peter growing angrier by the minute.
"Killing her is NOT the way to keep her from growing up, Tink! Think of her brothers, and the Lost Boys! They could not stand it! No, no killing her will not keep her from growing up. That is not the way. I shall have to have her come back with me."
Tinkerbell, who was used to having her ideas immeadeatly approved by Peter, was very offended at this, and even more at the prospect of Wendy retuning. She took off in the sunrise, as fast as she could go, away from Peter.
But little faries cannot gather as much flying power as boys can, so Peter easily caught up to her, and grabbed her with one hand. She struggled furiously in his fist as he brought her up to her eyes.
"Listen here, Tink. Wendy-lady is coming back, if she will. I know you do not like it, but I need to keep her from this prospect of going away from home. She will be coming back if at all possible, and you-are-going-to-put-up-with-it!" he said, shaking Tink with every word
Peter flew down, past the Jolly Rodger, and into his hut. He carefully placed his bow and arrow down, then went back out to search for an acorn button. He collected an acorn every night, looking to find a perfectly smooth one, absoulutley flawless, the color of Wendy's hair. He did this so that he could always remember the color
Once Peter had found such an acorn, he carefully washed it so it was clean, and then placed it the box he had by his bed. Often he would wake up and find the box tipped over and the acorns spilled slightly, and he knew it was Tink that had done this, for she had never gotten over her hatred of Wendy.
Peter Pan carefully took a flower cup and prepared medicine, as he had watched Wendy do. Then he curled up and drifted into an uneasy slumber...
~~~~~
"AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Smee hurried out to the pirate deck to see what was the matter. He found Captain Hook leaning against the edge of the ship, screaming in anger.
"Captain! What is going on?"
Hook slowly turned to look at Smee and said, voice shaking with anger, "Pan! He's back, and has been for some time, but I cannot kill him! I just can't, and I don't understand it! I have tried, oh yes, may times, but every time I get near him, there is something, a barrier of some sort, that stands in the way!" he slowly breathed in and out, his face still raging. "It is most irritating, Smee."
Smee was shocked by this revelation, but all the same said, "Now, now, Captain, forget about Pan. This 'barrier' that you speak of is pure kismet. Nothing more. Now which hook would you like to wear today?" Smee hurriedly asked, hoping to distract Hook from his rage. Smee did not care for Pan either, but in truth, he found Hook's obsession with him stupid and not worth the time.
Smee bumbled about, and emerged with the silk-lined case of hooks for the Captain to wear on his right hand. After carefully considering each one, Hook chose a very intricately-designed one, round and thick. Smee carefully fitted the hook into the Captain's arm.
"Smee, leave me in peace. I must go...ponder...about the...barrier..." Hook said, rasping for some unknown reason.
"As you wish...I will be back with brunch shortly." Hook simply waved nonchalantly at him, telling him to go. Smee hurriedly left the bow and went into the cabins.
Hook walked slowly over to the mast. He was, in truth, slightly frightened by this 'barrier' that protected Pan. He couldn't explain it; it wasn't as though it was a physical barrier, yet whenever he got near Pan, SOMETHING got in the way. And he had a feeling that this was not just coincidence...
~~~~~
Meanwhile, Smee was tottering around the main cabin, lost in thought. He was wondering about other possible distractions for the next time Hook began to complain about Pan. You see, Smee was not entirely evil, like Hook. He was actually a decent person the majority of the time, but he was a coward. Hook was very powerful, and could protect him.
Because Smee had a hidden secret, something he swore would never be known. It was what made him convinced that piracy was the only safe way, the reason he needed protection...
~~~~~
"Stand up, Wendy. Do not slouch in a corset, child, otherwise your bosom hangs over in a most unattractive manner. When we enter the dinner party tonight, dear Mr. Pekings has agreed to escort you. You may not pass through the door, my child, unless you are on a male's arm." Aunt Millicent lectured sternly. "Now try again."
Wendy sighed. She had been practicing entering the hall for the dinner party tonight for the past three hours. Her aunt always found something to criticize, and when she had corrected that, there was always something else. Wendy couldn't see what was the matter with her entry. It seemed fine the first time. And the second and the third. But she must please her Aunt Millicent, otherwise, who knows what could happen to her.
With this in mind, she walked back towards the doorway. Then she arranged her skirt, clutched her handkerchief in one hand, and set her shoulders back. She was determined to do this right. With a careful demeanor, she began to walk towards her Aunt, taking little tiny steps to ensure that she 'floated' over the polished floor.
As she passed by the front hall mirror, she noticed something. She did seem to float. It was working! A self-assured smile on her face, she reached her Aunt.
"Oh, Bravissimo, madmoiselle! Tu es magnifique!" her aunt cried, in French, for as she stated, "All young ladies must speak another language".
Wendy simply smiled with pride. She had done it.
At this point, John burst into the room, splattered with mud from head to toe. He threw himself on Wendy.
"John! What's the matter?"
Aunt Millicent apparently did not care one bit what was the matter. She was shrieking too, but her voice was commanding, "Off, John! You are full of mud! Wendy, look at you! Your dress is completely ruined!"
John was speaking into Wendy's bodice, his voice cracking with fear.
"Michael! S-something's wrong! C-come quick! He s-says he w-wants you!"
Wendy was shocked. John was already pulling on her hand, to get her to come with him. She followed quickly, kicking off her shoes to run faster.
Aunt Millicent was most displeased.
"John, your sister is busy. She shall be with you as soon as she completes her lesson."
Wendy was appalled. "Aunt, this is my brother, whom my parents had entrusted to yours and my care. I must go see him."
But Aunt Millicent held her ground. When Wendy began to run upstairs with John, her Aunt said, "Wendy! You are not wearing shoes! A lady may not walk around in bare feet!"
But Wendy was already up the stairs, leaving a fuming Aunt Millicent in her wake.
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Well, I still need to get this story REALLY started. I know the readers want some Wendy/Peter action, but for now, I need to fill in the situations for all the characters. I promise it won't be TOO long from now, and I'll work extra hard this week and get another chapter up soon!
By the way, for all the non-French speakers, "Oh, Bravissimo, madmoiselle! Tu es magnifique!" literally means, "Oh wonderful, miss! You are magnificent!"
Please give me a review, I thrive on them. You guys have awesome ideas that I plan to work into the plot.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
by actingflicka
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Ok, this should be really obvious, but just in case, I DON'T HAVE ANY ASSOCIATION WITH PETER PAN! I am not and don't know anybody who had anything to do with the movies, book, or anything else.
Author's Notes: First of all, a very kind reviewer has informed me that it is very difficult to get into and out of a corset by oneself, so that explains why from now on Wendy will have help. In addition, remember that Peter still has confusion about the words 'thimble' and 'kiss', so please don't get confused about that little detail while reading. Second, thanks for all the kind reviews. I have responded to all the signed reviews via e-mail. Anonoymous reviews are still read by me and appreciated, even if I cannot respond directly. I am going to try to have a new chapter up every weekend. No promises, since my school's teachers do not feel the need to communicate with one another about who is assigning how much homework when, but I try to find time to squeeze this in. Thanks again!
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Peter Pan sped back through London, out into the stars, and back to Neverland. He didn't even have to think where he was going, after all, he made this journey every night, from Neverland to the nursery window, and then back in the early morning.
He could not bear to not listen to the stories that Wendy told, to watch her look at the Neverland star and remind him that her kiss belonged to him, to watch her soothe her younger brothers and kiss them before bed.
He would arrive at sunset and sit on the roof until he heard Wendy enter the room, and then carefully drop to the window to watch his Wendy-lady tell stories, and soothe her brothers. Then, he would watch her look at the stars with a message to him. When she fell asleep, he flew to the roof to stand guard over her house at night.
Most nights, he left with a feeling of bittersweet happiness. He wanted to fly in through the nursery window and surprise them all, but then he could not have the pleasure of just watching Wendy, unaware of him, tell her stories.
Tonight, however, left him feeling angry at himself and worried for Wendy. He had watched Michael as he cried, and was horrorstruck when he heard of this plan - Wendy leave home? Not tell stories? Wendy was born to tell stories. And Michael thought that Peter had forgotten him, John, and Wendy!
Peter knew that he would have to make his presence shown soon, very soon. But he wondered how long he could postpone it, for he did love watching his Wendy-lady.
Tinkerbell flew by his side, her sassy face screwed in jealousy. She had watched Peter imitate Wendy and blow a thimble down to her, just as she blew one to the Neverland star every night. And he would always fly up and catch the thimble, and place it in his pocket. He could never see them, but he would reach in his pocket and take out a thimble to remind him of Wendy-lady.
Tink began to gesture wildly trying to attract Peter's attention, and evil idea forming in her mind.
"Mmmm...what is it, Tink?"
Tinkerbell began to whisper in his ear, Peter growing angrier by the minute.
"Killing her is NOT the way to keep her from growing up, Tink! Think of her brothers, and the Lost Boys! They could not stand it! No, no killing her will not keep her from growing up. That is not the way. I shall have to have her come back with me."
Tinkerbell, who was used to having her ideas immeadeatly approved by Peter, was very offended at this, and even more at the prospect of Wendy retuning. She took off in the sunrise, as fast as she could go, away from Peter.
But little faries cannot gather as much flying power as boys can, so Peter easily caught up to her, and grabbed her with one hand. She struggled furiously in his fist as he brought her up to her eyes.
"Listen here, Tink. Wendy-lady is coming back, if she will. I know you do not like it, but I need to keep her from this prospect of going away from home. She will be coming back if at all possible, and you-are-going-to-put-up-with-it!" he said, shaking Tink with every word
Peter flew down, past the Jolly Rodger, and into his hut. He carefully placed his bow and arrow down, then went back out to search for an acorn button. He collected an acorn every night, looking to find a perfectly smooth one, absoulutley flawless, the color of Wendy's hair. He did this so that he could always remember the color
Once Peter had found such an acorn, he carefully washed it so it was clean, and then placed it the box he had by his bed. Often he would wake up and find the box tipped over and the acorns spilled slightly, and he knew it was Tink that had done this, for she had never gotten over her hatred of Wendy.
Peter Pan carefully took a flower cup and prepared medicine, as he had watched Wendy do. Then he curled up and drifted into an uneasy slumber...
~~~~~
"AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Smee hurried out to the pirate deck to see what was the matter. He found Captain Hook leaning against the edge of the ship, screaming in anger.
"Captain! What is going on?"
Hook slowly turned to look at Smee and said, voice shaking with anger, "Pan! He's back, and has been for some time, but I cannot kill him! I just can't, and I don't understand it! I have tried, oh yes, may times, but every time I get near him, there is something, a barrier of some sort, that stands in the way!" he slowly breathed in and out, his face still raging. "It is most irritating, Smee."
Smee was shocked by this revelation, but all the same said, "Now, now, Captain, forget about Pan. This 'barrier' that you speak of is pure kismet. Nothing more. Now which hook would you like to wear today?" Smee hurriedly asked, hoping to distract Hook from his rage. Smee did not care for Pan either, but in truth, he found Hook's obsession with him stupid and not worth the time.
Smee bumbled about, and emerged with the silk-lined case of hooks for the Captain to wear on his right hand. After carefully considering each one, Hook chose a very intricately-designed one, round and thick. Smee carefully fitted the hook into the Captain's arm.
"Smee, leave me in peace. I must go...ponder...about the...barrier..." Hook said, rasping for some unknown reason.
"As you wish...I will be back with brunch shortly." Hook simply waved nonchalantly at him, telling him to go. Smee hurriedly left the bow and went into the cabins.
Hook walked slowly over to the mast. He was, in truth, slightly frightened by this 'barrier' that protected Pan. He couldn't explain it; it wasn't as though it was a physical barrier, yet whenever he got near Pan, SOMETHING got in the way. And he had a feeling that this was not just coincidence...
~~~~~
Meanwhile, Smee was tottering around the main cabin, lost in thought. He was wondering about other possible distractions for the next time Hook began to complain about Pan. You see, Smee was not entirely evil, like Hook. He was actually a decent person the majority of the time, but he was a coward. Hook was very powerful, and could protect him.
Because Smee had a hidden secret, something he swore would never be known. It was what made him convinced that piracy was the only safe way, the reason he needed protection...
~~~~~
"Stand up, Wendy. Do not slouch in a corset, child, otherwise your bosom hangs over in a most unattractive manner. When we enter the dinner party tonight, dear Mr. Pekings has agreed to escort you. You may not pass through the door, my child, unless you are on a male's arm." Aunt Millicent lectured sternly. "Now try again."
Wendy sighed. She had been practicing entering the hall for the dinner party tonight for the past three hours. Her aunt always found something to criticize, and when she had corrected that, there was always something else. Wendy couldn't see what was the matter with her entry. It seemed fine the first time. And the second and the third. But she must please her Aunt Millicent, otherwise, who knows what could happen to her.
With this in mind, she walked back towards the doorway. Then she arranged her skirt, clutched her handkerchief in one hand, and set her shoulders back. She was determined to do this right. With a careful demeanor, she began to walk towards her Aunt, taking little tiny steps to ensure that she 'floated' over the polished floor.
As she passed by the front hall mirror, she noticed something. She did seem to float. It was working! A self-assured smile on her face, she reached her Aunt.
"Oh, Bravissimo, madmoiselle! Tu es magnifique!" her aunt cried, in French, for as she stated, "All young ladies must speak another language".
Wendy simply smiled with pride. She had done it.
At this point, John burst into the room, splattered with mud from head to toe. He threw himself on Wendy.
"John! What's the matter?"
Aunt Millicent apparently did not care one bit what was the matter. She was shrieking too, but her voice was commanding, "Off, John! You are full of mud! Wendy, look at you! Your dress is completely ruined!"
John was speaking into Wendy's bodice, his voice cracking with fear.
"Michael! S-something's wrong! C-come quick! He s-says he w-wants you!"
Wendy was shocked. John was already pulling on her hand, to get her to come with him. She followed quickly, kicking off her shoes to run faster.
Aunt Millicent was most displeased.
"John, your sister is busy. She shall be with you as soon as she completes her lesson."
Wendy was appalled. "Aunt, this is my brother, whom my parents had entrusted to yours and my care. I must go see him."
But Aunt Millicent held her ground. When Wendy began to run upstairs with John, her Aunt said, "Wendy! You are not wearing shoes! A lady may not walk around in bare feet!"
But Wendy was already up the stairs, leaving a fuming Aunt Millicent in her wake.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, I still need to get this story REALLY started. I know the readers want some Wendy/Peter action, but for now, I need to fill in the situations for all the characters. I promise it won't be TOO long from now, and I'll work extra hard this week and get another chapter up soon!
By the way, for all the non-French speakers, "Oh, Bravissimo, madmoiselle! Tu es magnifique!" literally means, "Oh wonderful, miss! You are magnificent!"
Please give me a review, I thrive on them. You guys have awesome ideas that I plan to work into the plot.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn