And Back Again
by actingflicka
Chapter Two
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.
Authors Notes: Again, thanks for the reviews. I got one complaint in particular about the prolouge, saying that there were too many "I love you's". I must admit that this reviewer had a good point, but those "I love yous'" were there for a reason. My intention was to show how attached Wendy had become to her brothers, and vice versa. It will play a significant role later in the story. Just wanted to clear that up for others who may be wondering the same thing.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
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Wendy and John hurried up the staircase, John pulling on Wendy's hand. They tore to the landing, down the hall, and into the nursery. Wendy gasped.
Michael was gone.
John simply looked bewildered. "That's funny," he said. "He was here on the bed a minute ago."
But Wendy was the more practical of the two, and so she said, "John, go to the powder room. Perhaps he is there."
John obeyed his sister, turning on his heel and running out of the room. A few moments later, he called, "Wendy, he's in here! Quick!" Wendy hurried into the powder room, to find John supporting an ashen-faced Michael.
Wendy moved towards them and scooped Michael into her arms, carrying him back towards the nursery. She laid him in his bed and layed a hand on his forehead. It was burning hot. She cried in alarm. Michael did look awfully sick.
"John, run to the linen storage and take all the blankets. Put them all on Michael's bed, and make sure that they stay on, even if he's hot. I will be right back."
Wendy ran back down the stairs, in the pretense of getting a cold washcloth for Michael's head, and collided smack into Aunt Millicent.
"Wendy! You delibrately disobeyed me! I told you to stay, but you ran off with your silly little brother. Now get into the parlor so you can master the ettiquette of calling."
Wendy was furious. "Aunt, my brother is very sick. I must attend to him, as my mother entrusted him to my care. I'm afraid we shall have to work on the ettiquette of calling some other time."
But rescheduling lessons was something that Aunt Millicent did not particularly approve of. When she spoke, her voice was cold and stony.
"Wendy, I will attend to your younger brother. You, meanwhile, must go into the parlor and study various calling cards. Choose the design you like best, and we shall have some ordered for you. And would you like them spritzed with the lilac perfume, or amber and rose?"
Wendy was furious. Her Aunt, it seemed, lacked any human compassion, and while her brother, who was very dear to her was sick, Aunt Millicent insisted on choosing a calling card.
But it is a well-known fact among girls in Europe to never, NEVER talk back to a formidable aunt. Therefore, Wendy consented, regretting it severly, and walked into the parlor.
Various calling cards lay on the table, but Wendy did not waste her time looking at them. She knew that the moment she had obtained these cards, her Aunt would make her visit every young man in town, something Wendy was not looking forward to in the least. The only reason her Aunt refrained was that she insisted that any young lady could not go calling without a card.
Wendy's thoughts were shattered by an ear-peircing scream. Again, she ran up the stairs, heading in the direction of the noise.
She found Aunt Millicent standing in the doorway. "They're gone! They're gone!" she screamed. And Wendy looked, and indeed, John and Michael were no longer in the nursery.
~~~~~
Captain Hook was slumped in his cabin. He was drenched in sweat and out of breath. And he also was furious. Again, he had tried to beat Peter Pan. Again, the barrier had happened.
Hook did not understand. This time, he had found Pan in the woods, flying very determindly in one particular direction, though Hook did not learn of his destination. Hook pulled out his clawed arm, ready for attack, when again, he suddenly found himself to far away from Pan to reach him. And yet neither one of them had moved a step.
Hook had screamed in outrage, while Pan simply looked bewildered. And then, Pan, in his wholesomeness, simply bowed and turned around.
Smee was rattling around outside, making far more noise then neccesary. Hook tried to drum out the sound as he thought back to what had happened. Suddenly an idea struck him.
A most disturbing idea.
He was almost certain he knew what was going on, but that made him more furious because it was something he could not prevent, nor could stop. He had a feeling that the 'barrier' protecting Pan was an ancient magic, one more powerful then all, one that was undefeatable.
~~~~~
Wendy was dumbstruck. "There isn't anything wrong," she thought, trying to convince herself. "The boys have simply played a trick on Aunt Millicent. That is all."
Acting on this thought, she spoke quickly. "Aunt, why not check the upstairs bathroom, and I'll search the nursery? The boys most likely are playing a game with us."
Aunt Millicent looked stonily at her, but then turned on her heel and headed down the hall. Wendy checked the closet and under the beds. She looked carefully around the toy chest.
As she looked, she grew more worried. What if something DID happen? Wendy refused to think about it. Nothing could happen to her dear, dear brothers. Nothing.
As she continued to prowl the room, she decided to multitask a bit and collect some of the toys on the floor. As she picked up many pretend swords, she noticed something odd.
There, underneath the window ledge, was an object that looked vaguely familiar.
There, sitting on the floor, was a set of wooden pipes, that looked almost exactly as though they would belong to someone living in another land, and had been knocked off while hurrying to get out of the nursery through the window.
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Author's End Note: I know what you're going to say to me. "KATHRYN! It has been two d*mn weeks since you added a chapter!" Well, let me explain. This week has been extra-specially chaotic. I had an excessive amount of homework, and then all those other tasks of life kept piling on. Lucky for me, as of Friday life will be relaxed slightly and I may (MAY - no promises) be able to add two new chapters a week.
As always, ppppllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeeee review! I got a very nice one from a person named Leah, who was correct in assuming that the reason Tinkerbell is still jealous of Wendy (at the end of the movie she gets over it) is because it needs to be that way for the plot. This story is based partially on the book, and partially on the movie, so there are slight mixes in the story. Sorry 'bout that.
Oh, yes, where was I? Reviews! If you give me a signed review, or include your e-mail address, I will reply to you and answer your questions. Thanks!
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
by actingflicka
Chapter Two
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.
Authors Notes: Again, thanks for the reviews. I got one complaint in particular about the prolouge, saying that there were too many "I love you's". I must admit that this reviewer had a good point, but those "I love yous'" were there for a reason. My intention was to show how attached Wendy had become to her brothers, and vice versa. It will play a significant role later in the story. Just wanted to clear that up for others who may be wondering the same thing.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
~~~~~~~~~~
Wendy and John hurried up the staircase, John pulling on Wendy's hand. They tore to the landing, down the hall, and into the nursery. Wendy gasped.
Michael was gone.
John simply looked bewildered. "That's funny," he said. "He was here on the bed a minute ago."
But Wendy was the more practical of the two, and so she said, "John, go to the powder room. Perhaps he is there."
John obeyed his sister, turning on his heel and running out of the room. A few moments later, he called, "Wendy, he's in here! Quick!" Wendy hurried into the powder room, to find John supporting an ashen-faced Michael.
Wendy moved towards them and scooped Michael into her arms, carrying him back towards the nursery. She laid him in his bed and layed a hand on his forehead. It was burning hot. She cried in alarm. Michael did look awfully sick.
"John, run to the linen storage and take all the blankets. Put them all on Michael's bed, and make sure that they stay on, even if he's hot. I will be right back."
Wendy ran back down the stairs, in the pretense of getting a cold washcloth for Michael's head, and collided smack into Aunt Millicent.
"Wendy! You delibrately disobeyed me! I told you to stay, but you ran off with your silly little brother. Now get into the parlor so you can master the ettiquette of calling."
Wendy was furious. "Aunt, my brother is very sick. I must attend to him, as my mother entrusted him to my care. I'm afraid we shall have to work on the ettiquette of calling some other time."
But rescheduling lessons was something that Aunt Millicent did not particularly approve of. When she spoke, her voice was cold and stony.
"Wendy, I will attend to your younger brother. You, meanwhile, must go into the parlor and study various calling cards. Choose the design you like best, and we shall have some ordered for you. And would you like them spritzed with the lilac perfume, or amber and rose?"
Wendy was furious. Her Aunt, it seemed, lacked any human compassion, and while her brother, who was very dear to her was sick, Aunt Millicent insisted on choosing a calling card.
But it is a well-known fact among girls in Europe to never, NEVER talk back to a formidable aunt. Therefore, Wendy consented, regretting it severly, and walked into the parlor.
Various calling cards lay on the table, but Wendy did not waste her time looking at them. She knew that the moment she had obtained these cards, her Aunt would make her visit every young man in town, something Wendy was not looking forward to in the least. The only reason her Aunt refrained was that she insisted that any young lady could not go calling without a card.
Wendy's thoughts were shattered by an ear-peircing scream. Again, she ran up the stairs, heading in the direction of the noise.
She found Aunt Millicent standing in the doorway. "They're gone! They're gone!" she screamed. And Wendy looked, and indeed, John and Michael were no longer in the nursery.
~~~~~
Captain Hook was slumped in his cabin. He was drenched in sweat and out of breath. And he also was furious. Again, he had tried to beat Peter Pan. Again, the barrier had happened.
Hook did not understand. This time, he had found Pan in the woods, flying very determindly in one particular direction, though Hook did not learn of his destination. Hook pulled out his clawed arm, ready for attack, when again, he suddenly found himself to far away from Pan to reach him. And yet neither one of them had moved a step.
Hook had screamed in outrage, while Pan simply looked bewildered. And then, Pan, in his wholesomeness, simply bowed and turned around.
Smee was rattling around outside, making far more noise then neccesary. Hook tried to drum out the sound as he thought back to what had happened. Suddenly an idea struck him.
A most disturbing idea.
He was almost certain he knew what was going on, but that made him more furious because it was something he could not prevent, nor could stop. He had a feeling that the 'barrier' protecting Pan was an ancient magic, one more powerful then all, one that was undefeatable.
~~~~~
Wendy was dumbstruck. "There isn't anything wrong," she thought, trying to convince herself. "The boys have simply played a trick on Aunt Millicent. That is all."
Acting on this thought, she spoke quickly. "Aunt, why not check the upstairs bathroom, and I'll search the nursery? The boys most likely are playing a game with us."
Aunt Millicent looked stonily at her, but then turned on her heel and headed down the hall. Wendy checked the closet and under the beds. She looked carefully around the toy chest.
As she looked, she grew more worried. What if something DID happen? Wendy refused to think about it. Nothing could happen to her dear, dear brothers. Nothing.
As she continued to prowl the room, she decided to multitask a bit and collect some of the toys on the floor. As she picked up many pretend swords, she noticed something odd.
There, underneath the window ledge, was an object that looked vaguely familiar.
There, sitting on the floor, was a set of wooden pipes, that looked almost exactly as though they would belong to someone living in another land, and had been knocked off while hurrying to get out of the nursery through the window.
~~~~~~~~~~
Author's End Note: I know what you're going to say to me. "KATHRYN! It has been two d*mn weeks since you added a chapter!" Well, let me explain. This week has been extra-specially chaotic. I had an excessive amount of homework, and then all those other tasks of life kept piling on. Lucky for me, as of Friday life will be relaxed slightly and I may (MAY - no promises) be able to add two new chapters a week.
As always, ppppllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeeee review! I got a very nice one from a person named Leah, who was correct in assuming that the reason Tinkerbell is still jealous of Wendy (at the end of the movie she gets over it) is because it needs to be that way for the plot. This story is based partially on the book, and partially on the movie, so there are slight mixes in the story. Sorry 'bout that.
Oh, yes, where was I? Reviews! If you give me a signed review, or include your e-mail address, I will reply to you and answer your questions. Thanks!
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn