And Back Again
by actingflicka
Chapter Three
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: Special thanks to Zorrina, who reviewed and gave lots of helpful ideas. Also, I know that the readers are waiting impatiently for some Wendy/Peter action. Sorry, so sorry, that's coming ASAP, when I feel it's right to put them back in the same place.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
~~~~~~~~~~
Peter sped over London, but not in the direction of Neverland. His brow was furrowed with wonder about where would be the safest place to take the child clutched against his chest. He tightened his grip on Michael. Peter certainly didn't want to lose him.
John was hanging on to Peter's ankle for dear life as Peter quickened his pace. He needed to get the boys far, far away from London. Quickly.
Wendy was going to have to be dealt with another way, but currently, Peter's main focus was getting the boys away from where Hook might be looking for them. Hook was not as diligent as Peter in guessing where the Darlings might reside, but there was no need to risk it.
Peter was extremely worried. He had come to Wendy's household a little earlier than normal, because the fairies' wisdom had been speaking to him in dreams. "Go," they always said, "guard the Darlings." Peter did not wish to question the fairies.
So he had taken off for Neverland earlier in the day, only delayed slightly by a run-in with Hook. Something strange had happened during this episode. Hook had raised his clawed hand, and at that precise moment, it was as though the earth in between them had expanded, and Peter was out of Hook's reach.
Peter was a little startled by this, but he had learned that Neverland is a mysterious place, with many puzzles and magical happenings. It was better not to question the wisdom of the place.
Unfortunately, though Peter was quite knowledgeable about the many secrets of Neverland, he had absolutely no idea where a safe place for Michael and John would be. After distance had been put in between Hook and Pan, Peter had simply bowed courteously and flew off, continuing towards the Darling household. He was unprepared for what he would find.
Michael had been playing with John, but Peter had noticed how he became steadily more feeble as he continued to brandish his brother with a sword. He finally told John that he needed to sit down for a little while and rest. John obliged and went to go see the Lost Boys, while Michael sat for a little while, and eventually went to lie down on the bed. Suddenly, a loud retching sound emitted from his mouth and he vomited all over the bedspread.
John must have heard this, for he was back in the nursery within a matter of seconds and the Lost Boys were squealing "EEEEEWWWWW!"
Michael heaved himself up and croaked, "John...get...Wendy..." and then passed out cold.
Peter was horrorstruck at this. Though Wendy was his favorite, Peter had always liked Michael and hated looking at an ashen face, not one full of laughter. And he had acted on his instincts, and thought that maybe, maybe, this had something to do with Hook.
Truthfully, Peter was not so worried about Michael as he was about what might be causing the boy's illness. Peter had watched the Lost Boys get sick on occasion, and most of the time, they graduarly became more and more faint over a long time. Michael had gone from healthy and lively to faint and sick in a matter of minutes.
Peter was a tad befuddled by this. In Peter's mind, everything in the real world happened in one way, every time it happened. It was monotonous, routine. That was what Peter liked best about Neverland.
But, the disadvantage of living in another world, one full of the unexpected, was that when something like this happened, it was unclear what to do.
Thusly, Peter decided the only sure place to take the boys would be a street in London, somewhere secluded. Peter flew down to land on a roof with a gentle thud. He noticed a little pathway off of a cobblestone street, and he very carefully crept along till he was hovering directly over the alley.
John was surprised that Peter had flown them here, and not to Neverland or to the hospital. In truth, Peter had no idea what a 'hospital' was, and if he did, he would certainly not trust them to take care of Michael.
"Peter," John began, "why are we here? Certainly you have no intention of leaving us. We can see our breath, it is so cold. And late at night, there are many untrustworthy people about. Something bad could happen."
Peter bit his lip. He did not want to subject John and Michael to these atrocieties, but at the same time, if he took them back to Neverland, or left them at the Darling household, Hook might find them. Peter had no choice.
But he still remembered Wendy, and how he had taken her dear brothers without her consent, and she would likely be very angry at him. Peter thought that she might be slightly less angry with him if he protected her brothers.
So he removed his sword, and placed it in front of John. "You know how to wield this." He then snapped his fingers, and Tink was instantly at his side, though she looked disdainful at the sight of the Darling boys. She would have at least liked to have the Lost Boys with them, but Peter insisted that this would make Hook suspicious, and besides, every one of the Lost Boys knew how to fight a pirate.
"Tink, you are to stay with these boys, no matter what. Shield them, make them fly if you must, and above all, send word to me if Hook is on to them."
Tinkerbell did not like this prospect at all, but it is a fairy's duty to obey orders. So she sank down to sit beside the Darling Boys. Peter nodded to her, then turned to John and said briskly, "I will be back. Take care of Michael, keep him warm. Have Tink cast a spell on him or something."
And with that Peter Pan flew away into the dusk.
~~~~~
Captain Hook stood, with a very miserable Smee by his side, on the ship's deck. Unlike Smee, Hook was in the best of moods. His plan was working very efficently, draining Michael of all his physical strength. Hook planned to drain the Darling Boys, one by one, and then the Lost Boys, starting with Nibs, ending with Tootles. Finally, he would turn on Wendy, making sure that Peter was watching. He would torture her more mercessley than any of the others, and then leave her to die by Peter's side. He would make sure that Peter was alone on the ship with his dying Wendy, watching her slowly abandon him. Oh, this plan would be most delicious...
Smee, on the other hand, was feeling very resentful. As has been mentioned, he was a decent man, but at the same time a coward with a forbidden secret. Combine secrets and cowardlieness, and you have a recipe for faliure.
And so Smee had agreed to go along with this so-called 'plan' of Hook's. He was scared, because he knew precisely which part of the plan would not work, and why it wouldn't. Some amount of knowledge is, after all, gained in keeping a secret.
If Smee told Hook about his loophole, Hook would be outraged, and would spend months developing a new plan, which would put Smee back in to misery. If he didn't tell Hook, when it failed, Hook would realize that Smee had known all along and didn't tell him. Then Hook would punish Smee with no mercy.
Any normal person would most likely choose to go with the former option, but Smee was not a normal person. In fact, there was a chance that he wasn't a person at all.
~~~~~
Peter flew back towards Neverland, in the direction of the pirate ship. He wanted to check on what Hook and Smee were up to. Peter had decided that Michael had gotten ill because he could sense that Hook was up to something. Any child who visits Neverland has a permanent connection with the place, whether they remain there or not. Michael knew that something ran amok in Neverland, though neither him nor Pan knew that the problem was not just being sensed by him, but it was TARGETED at him.
Of course, Peter was anxious to know what we already know, so he decided that he would fly first to the pirate ship, and then to the mermaid pool.
Peter flew into the mangroves, where he could fly close enough to the ship, and yet remain out of sight.
After snatching a very exotic-looking fruit from one of the trees, Peter flew as swift as the wind, leaving a whooshing noise behind him. He grew fond of this noise and began to see how loud he could make it, until he reached the ship.
Peter found a very secluded spot where he could easily see Hook. Smee stood by his side, and Peter almost laughed out loud at the contrasting expressions on their faces. Suddenly he heard something that wiped the grin right off his young face.
"Oh, Smee, I cannot wait. First I'll take John and Michael, and drain them of all health. I have tested Michael, so I know it will work. Then I'll do the same to the other boys. I know I'm going to start with Nibs, and end with Tootles, but I have yet to work out the final order. And then, lastly, I'll take the girl. I'm going to take my time with her, carefully choosing my actions to cause her the most pain. Then, I'll make sure that Peter is there, and then leave them alone, so Peter can watch his beloved 'Wendy-lady' die next to him. Ohhh...I can almost taste it..."
Peter stood horrorstruck with fear. Hook was planning to do this to not only John and Michael, but to the Lost Boys and to...to...Wendy?!?
Peter must protect them. He would not let Wendy die, or suffer the torture of letting any of the boys she so desperately loved die. There was one way, one way only. He must protect them. But if he did it carelessly, it would put them in even more danger. This made Peter's need to speak to the mermaids stronger than ever.
Peter reached for his whistles, and found that they weren't there. He almost cried in outrage, but then remembered that he was in close proximity of the ship.
He therefore summoned a fairy, who posses great knowledge. He began to converse with the foreign fairy in the only way he knew how, by inscripting words into the sand. He could converse verbally with Tink, but only Tink.
Peter took a twig and began to draw in the sand. In childish scrawl he wrote:
Dorshien emitas anysher, amysud frisua. Ematura frines matinas, gunora.
After asking the fairy if she might know where he had his pipes, she thought for a moment, and then dived into the sand, forming a response.
Hurges amysud frisua, greb nuras mantilaus.
"The Darling House?" Peter thought. Hard. Then he thought that maybe, just maybe, the pipes had fallen off in his haste to get to the window with the boys. He did not want to go back to London know, it would be too easy for Hook to follow, but the need to see the mermaids was stronger than ever. It was the only thing to do.
Peter sped back off into the crisp now-darkening sky. By the time he saw the sight of London, stars were beginning to show. He resisted the urge to fly to make sure that John and Michael were alright, simply because he was already much delayed in talking to the mermaids, as he had to fly back to London.
Little did he know he was about to encounter another delay. As Pan slipped the window open just enough to grab his pipes, a face he knew that he would never forget, a face that he had grown to love, ran into the room.
She stopped, not believing it, and then shook her head, willing her mind to stop playing tricks on her. When that boyish face remained in the window, Wendy inhaled a sharp gasp.
"PETER?"
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Buwahahaha. Well, Zorrina, kudos to you. Thanks for all the awesome ideas.
Well, I finally put Wendy and Peter back together. But since I'm a mean and horrible person, I may just follow the Darling boys and the pirates in the next chapter, without any Wendy/Peter. But maybe I'll do the next chapter solely on them! That is...if you review! So do yourself a favor and click on that little purple box.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
P.S. I apologize for the slight lateness in this chapter's posting. My computer was having problems.
by actingflicka
Chapter Three
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: Special thanks to Zorrina, who reviewed and gave lots of helpful ideas. Also, I know that the readers are waiting impatiently for some Wendy/Peter action. Sorry, so sorry, that's coming ASAP, when I feel it's right to put them back in the same place.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
~~~~~~~~~~
Peter sped over London, but not in the direction of Neverland. His brow was furrowed with wonder about where would be the safest place to take the child clutched against his chest. He tightened his grip on Michael. Peter certainly didn't want to lose him.
John was hanging on to Peter's ankle for dear life as Peter quickened his pace. He needed to get the boys far, far away from London. Quickly.
Wendy was going to have to be dealt with another way, but currently, Peter's main focus was getting the boys away from where Hook might be looking for them. Hook was not as diligent as Peter in guessing where the Darlings might reside, but there was no need to risk it.
Peter was extremely worried. He had come to Wendy's household a little earlier than normal, because the fairies' wisdom had been speaking to him in dreams. "Go," they always said, "guard the Darlings." Peter did not wish to question the fairies.
So he had taken off for Neverland earlier in the day, only delayed slightly by a run-in with Hook. Something strange had happened during this episode. Hook had raised his clawed hand, and at that precise moment, it was as though the earth in between them had expanded, and Peter was out of Hook's reach.
Peter was a little startled by this, but he had learned that Neverland is a mysterious place, with many puzzles and magical happenings. It was better not to question the wisdom of the place.
Unfortunately, though Peter was quite knowledgeable about the many secrets of Neverland, he had absolutely no idea where a safe place for Michael and John would be. After distance had been put in between Hook and Pan, Peter had simply bowed courteously and flew off, continuing towards the Darling household. He was unprepared for what he would find.
Michael had been playing with John, but Peter had noticed how he became steadily more feeble as he continued to brandish his brother with a sword. He finally told John that he needed to sit down for a little while and rest. John obliged and went to go see the Lost Boys, while Michael sat for a little while, and eventually went to lie down on the bed. Suddenly, a loud retching sound emitted from his mouth and he vomited all over the bedspread.
John must have heard this, for he was back in the nursery within a matter of seconds and the Lost Boys were squealing "EEEEEWWWWW!"
Michael heaved himself up and croaked, "John...get...Wendy..." and then passed out cold.
Peter was horrorstruck at this. Though Wendy was his favorite, Peter had always liked Michael and hated looking at an ashen face, not one full of laughter. And he had acted on his instincts, and thought that maybe, maybe, this had something to do with Hook.
Truthfully, Peter was not so worried about Michael as he was about what might be causing the boy's illness. Peter had watched the Lost Boys get sick on occasion, and most of the time, they graduarly became more and more faint over a long time. Michael had gone from healthy and lively to faint and sick in a matter of minutes.
Peter was a tad befuddled by this. In Peter's mind, everything in the real world happened in one way, every time it happened. It was monotonous, routine. That was what Peter liked best about Neverland.
But, the disadvantage of living in another world, one full of the unexpected, was that when something like this happened, it was unclear what to do.
Thusly, Peter decided the only sure place to take the boys would be a street in London, somewhere secluded. Peter flew down to land on a roof with a gentle thud. He noticed a little pathway off of a cobblestone street, and he very carefully crept along till he was hovering directly over the alley.
John was surprised that Peter had flown them here, and not to Neverland or to the hospital. In truth, Peter had no idea what a 'hospital' was, and if he did, he would certainly not trust them to take care of Michael.
"Peter," John began, "why are we here? Certainly you have no intention of leaving us. We can see our breath, it is so cold. And late at night, there are many untrustworthy people about. Something bad could happen."
Peter bit his lip. He did not want to subject John and Michael to these atrocieties, but at the same time, if he took them back to Neverland, or left them at the Darling household, Hook might find them. Peter had no choice.
But he still remembered Wendy, and how he had taken her dear brothers without her consent, and she would likely be very angry at him. Peter thought that she might be slightly less angry with him if he protected her brothers.
So he removed his sword, and placed it in front of John. "You know how to wield this." He then snapped his fingers, and Tink was instantly at his side, though she looked disdainful at the sight of the Darling boys. She would have at least liked to have the Lost Boys with them, but Peter insisted that this would make Hook suspicious, and besides, every one of the Lost Boys knew how to fight a pirate.
"Tink, you are to stay with these boys, no matter what. Shield them, make them fly if you must, and above all, send word to me if Hook is on to them."
Tinkerbell did not like this prospect at all, but it is a fairy's duty to obey orders. So she sank down to sit beside the Darling Boys. Peter nodded to her, then turned to John and said briskly, "I will be back. Take care of Michael, keep him warm. Have Tink cast a spell on him or something."
And with that Peter Pan flew away into the dusk.
~~~~~
Captain Hook stood, with a very miserable Smee by his side, on the ship's deck. Unlike Smee, Hook was in the best of moods. His plan was working very efficently, draining Michael of all his physical strength. Hook planned to drain the Darling Boys, one by one, and then the Lost Boys, starting with Nibs, ending with Tootles. Finally, he would turn on Wendy, making sure that Peter was watching. He would torture her more mercessley than any of the others, and then leave her to die by Peter's side. He would make sure that Peter was alone on the ship with his dying Wendy, watching her slowly abandon him. Oh, this plan would be most delicious...
Smee, on the other hand, was feeling very resentful. As has been mentioned, he was a decent man, but at the same time a coward with a forbidden secret. Combine secrets and cowardlieness, and you have a recipe for faliure.
And so Smee had agreed to go along with this so-called 'plan' of Hook's. He was scared, because he knew precisely which part of the plan would not work, and why it wouldn't. Some amount of knowledge is, after all, gained in keeping a secret.
If Smee told Hook about his loophole, Hook would be outraged, and would spend months developing a new plan, which would put Smee back in to misery. If he didn't tell Hook, when it failed, Hook would realize that Smee had known all along and didn't tell him. Then Hook would punish Smee with no mercy.
Any normal person would most likely choose to go with the former option, but Smee was not a normal person. In fact, there was a chance that he wasn't a person at all.
~~~~~
Peter flew back towards Neverland, in the direction of the pirate ship. He wanted to check on what Hook and Smee were up to. Peter had decided that Michael had gotten ill because he could sense that Hook was up to something. Any child who visits Neverland has a permanent connection with the place, whether they remain there or not. Michael knew that something ran amok in Neverland, though neither him nor Pan knew that the problem was not just being sensed by him, but it was TARGETED at him.
Of course, Peter was anxious to know what we already know, so he decided that he would fly first to the pirate ship, and then to the mermaid pool.
Peter flew into the mangroves, where he could fly close enough to the ship, and yet remain out of sight.
After snatching a very exotic-looking fruit from one of the trees, Peter flew as swift as the wind, leaving a whooshing noise behind him. He grew fond of this noise and began to see how loud he could make it, until he reached the ship.
Peter found a very secluded spot where he could easily see Hook. Smee stood by his side, and Peter almost laughed out loud at the contrasting expressions on their faces. Suddenly he heard something that wiped the grin right off his young face.
"Oh, Smee, I cannot wait. First I'll take John and Michael, and drain them of all health. I have tested Michael, so I know it will work. Then I'll do the same to the other boys. I know I'm going to start with Nibs, and end with Tootles, but I have yet to work out the final order. And then, lastly, I'll take the girl. I'm going to take my time with her, carefully choosing my actions to cause her the most pain. Then, I'll make sure that Peter is there, and then leave them alone, so Peter can watch his beloved 'Wendy-lady' die next to him. Ohhh...I can almost taste it..."
Peter stood horrorstruck with fear. Hook was planning to do this to not only John and Michael, but to the Lost Boys and to...to...Wendy?!?
Peter must protect them. He would not let Wendy die, or suffer the torture of letting any of the boys she so desperately loved die. There was one way, one way only. He must protect them. But if he did it carelessly, it would put them in even more danger. This made Peter's need to speak to the mermaids stronger than ever.
Peter reached for his whistles, and found that they weren't there. He almost cried in outrage, but then remembered that he was in close proximity of the ship.
He therefore summoned a fairy, who posses great knowledge. He began to converse with the foreign fairy in the only way he knew how, by inscripting words into the sand. He could converse verbally with Tink, but only Tink.
Peter took a twig and began to draw in the sand. In childish scrawl he wrote:
Dorshien emitas anysher, amysud frisua. Ematura frines matinas, gunora.
After asking the fairy if she might know where he had his pipes, she thought for a moment, and then dived into the sand, forming a response.
Hurges amysud frisua, greb nuras mantilaus.
"The Darling House?" Peter thought. Hard. Then he thought that maybe, just maybe, the pipes had fallen off in his haste to get to the window with the boys. He did not want to go back to London know, it would be too easy for Hook to follow, but the need to see the mermaids was stronger than ever. It was the only thing to do.
Peter sped back off into the crisp now-darkening sky. By the time he saw the sight of London, stars were beginning to show. He resisted the urge to fly to make sure that John and Michael were alright, simply because he was already much delayed in talking to the mermaids, as he had to fly back to London.
Little did he know he was about to encounter another delay. As Pan slipped the window open just enough to grab his pipes, a face he knew that he would never forget, a face that he had grown to love, ran into the room.
She stopped, not believing it, and then shook her head, willing her mind to stop playing tricks on her. When that boyish face remained in the window, Wendy inhaled a sharp gasp.
"PETER?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buwahahaha. Well, Zorrina, kudos to you. Thanks for all the awesome ideas.
Well, I finally put Wendy and Peter back together. But since I'm a mean and horrible person, I may just follow the Darling boys and the pirates in the next chapter, without any Wendy/Peter. But maybe I'll do the next chapter solely on them! That is...if you review! So do yourself a favor and click on that little purple box.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
P.S. I apologize for the slight lateness in this chapter's posting. My computer was having problems.