And Back Again
by actingflicka
Chapter Four
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: Well, I've decided to do this chapter solely on Peter and Wendy. Of course, it's implied that I'm looking for reviews. Tell me what you think of this!
And for anyone who is still wondering, Wendy is a few weeks older than thirteen in this story. Check the prologue! Just that Wendy is mature beyond her years might make someone think she's seventeen or something, but she's only slightly older in this story than she was in the movie.
While we're on the subject of this chapter's content, I know that the readers want Peter/Wendy romance. Sorry, but you're not going to find too much of that here. Romance is not the main point in this story. Maybe I'll write something a little naughtier after I'm finished with this. Maybe.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
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Wendy shook her head. It couldn't be him. It was impossible.
But impossible as it was, Peter Pan was standing right in front of her, looking the absolute same as he had a year ago.
The same cocky grin, the same authority in his stance, but there was something different. Peter's face looked...tired, as though he had acquired some responsibility in his life and was sick of handling it.
Peter had not expected to see Wendy. He had intended to grab his pipes and fly back out into the sky without anyone noticing. But Wendy had to come in at that exact moment.
Having no idea what to do or say, Peter simply bowed as he had done upon their first meeting. Wendy, stunned, blindly curtsied back. Then her lower lip trembled, and she suddenly threw herself at the boy in the window, crying uncontrollably.
Peter was more than a little stunned by this reaction. Why was she crying? Was she unhappy to see him? Was she angry at him for coming back?
But that thought flew out of Peter's head as she threw herself onto him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Peter had had very little experience with this type of behaivior - after all, Wendy was always a cheerful girl, and yet here she was - sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder.
So he chose to simply put his arms around her. Wendy whispered to him, "S-something's happened to J-John and Michael!!"
Wendy studied his face carefully. He did not look surprised, he looked - he looked - guilty? sad? puzzled? Wendy broke free from him and pulled him off the ledge. She pointed to the set of pipes that were on the floor.
Except the pipes weren't there.
Wendy looked around wildly. Where were they? Had she accedently moved them? Did she set them down somewhere?
Without a further word, Wendy turned on her heel and left the room in such a hurry that Peter swore he could feel the air rush past him as she passed. He followed her out the door, and down the stairs.
Peter had never been in this house before, but one thing was certain - quite a bit had changed. There were no toys on the floor outside the nursery, and the hallway was clean and free of any messes. And Wendy had surely changed too. She used to wear just loose dresses, simple and most practical. But here she was, in a big dress with skirts that swooshed. Peter liked the swooshing sound, but was most concerned by Wendy's new appearance. She looked so much more like a woman, and less like his Wendy-lady.
"Aunt Millicent! Aunt Millicent!" Wendy called as she hurried down the stairs. Peter peered around a door to watch Wendy run up to a proper-looking woman who was sitting in a big armchair.
"Aunt Millicent, did you by any chance see a set of wooden pipes on the nursery floor?"
Aunt Millicent pursed her lips and thought. "Why, I don't believe so, Miss Wendy Darling. Why do you ask?"
Wendy didn't reply, however, because she had already left the parlor. She hurried back to the stairwell, and to her room, but Peter flew up above, and landed directly in front of her.
Peter noticed that Wendy's face was streaked with tears.
Feeling that she would be very upset if she did not find out that her brothers were alright, Peter guiltily held out his hand.
Wendy stared at the set of pipes in the boy's hand. She looked from the object to his face, which was somewhat apologetic and yet still had the boyish glint to it.
Wendy, however was outraged. She ran towards Peter, and pushed him backwards, beating on his chest with her fists.
"You've taken them! YOU'VE TAKEN THEM!"
And then she collapsed onto him sobbing, for the second time that evening.
Peter pulled her off, and tried to explain, but Wendy had gotten that angry glint back in her eye, and without another word, she turned on her heel, ran back down the hall, and threw herself into another room. Peter heard the click of the lock, and then Wendy's sobs.
Peter was furious. Girls! He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Then he tried just pushing the door open, but that didn't work either. Finally, he flew up to the ceiling, and brought himself bashing against the door, hoping that he might make it move.
This sound, of course, terrified Aunt Millicent, so she hurried out of the parlor as fast as her heeled shoes would permit. She saw a most peculiar sight - a boy flying - FLYING? - to the ceiling and then throwing himself at the door to the Lost Boy's room.
"Boy!" Aunt Millicent barked up the stairs. "What are you doing in my house? Come down here this instant!"
Peter finally flew down the stairs and landed in his favorite arrogant stance. "What do you want?" he asked haughtily.
"I want to know what you are doing in this house!"
"Getting my pipes!"
"And why might your pipes be in this house?"
Peter had not been fully knowledgeable about secrecy and what strict aunts will and will not believe.
"So I may call the mermaids."
Aunt Millicent was furious. First this boy comes in and attempts to break the Lost Boys' door down, and then makes up a cock-and-bull story about mermaids.
"Oh, stop lying, you terrible misfit. There are no mermaids."
"Oh yes there are! Not here, but in Neverland!"
"And what proof do you have of that, young man?"
"The Neverland is full of mermaids and fairies and adventure!"
"Oh, of course. Now it's not just mermaids, is it? Now there are fairies too? Well, let me tell you, lad, there are no far-"
Peter had darted forward and clapped a hand over Aunt Millicent's mouth.
"Don't say that! Every time someone says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' a fairy drops down dead!" Peter said furiously.
Aunt Millicent had been pushed over the edge. "Okay, my lad. Watch this. Idon'tbelieveinfairiesIdon'tbelieveinfairiesIdon'tbelieveinfairies -"
Peter had lost his temper. He jumped Aunt Millicent and smacked her hard across her face.
But Aunt Millicent wrestled him off in such an unladylike manner that she would have been ashamed of it. But she swung her fist up in the air, ready to make a furious blow at the boy's head.
She swung her hand -
But missed. Peter had just been grabbed by the back of the leaf-adorned attire he was wearing, and drug up the stairs at such speed it was hard to realize it was happening. Wendy ran into her bedroom, still holding Peter from the back, as they collapsed into the safety of her room. Wendy set Peter down and turned the lock.
"Wendy...Wendy..." Peter was still inflamed with fury.
Aunt Millicent began to beat on the door, screaming at Wendy that she expected better of a young lady and what on earth was she doing, she had a young man in her room at night, and he was barely wearing anything, for heaven's sake!
Wendy sat down in the corner by Peter and began to sob. Her brothers had been kidnaped by Peter, Aunt Millicent was furious at her, her parents would never trust her again when they found out that she had let this happen.
Peter was snapped out of his angry trance by Wendy crying. This was the third time that night that she had been reduced to tears, and therefore Peter decided it was his fault. He walked slowly across the room, hoisted himself upon the ledge, and was just about to take flight when he felt something take hold of his ankle.
Wendy was standing there, with a bold look on her face, despite her tears. "No," she said flatly, and pulled him back inside.
Peter sat down cross-legged on the floor, and Wendy knelt before them, putting her face very close to him so that Aunt Millicent, who was still hammering outside the door couldn't hear.
"Peter...my brothers...what have you done with them? Why did you take them? Are they alright?"
Peter saw no choice but to explain. "I had to take them. Hook was going to kill and torture them...and then he was going to hurt you..."
Peter felt an odd lump in his throat. Why did he suddenly feel like bursting apart at the thought of Wendy getting hurt?
Wendy, however was charging on.
"He wanted to...to kill them? And kill me? Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry I got upset with you, I was so worried that something horrible had happened! What did you do with them?"
Peter was again uncomfortable. Was she going to be mad when she found out that he had left her brothers in a dark alley with no warmth or food?
"Ummm...I took them to an alley...where Hook wouldn't find them...."
Wendy did not seem upset, but merely nodded.
So Peter told her as much as possible, and surprisingly, she didn't become angry with him or start crying again.
"So now, I've got to go ask the mermaids how to save them, which means I must go back to Neverland. I'll come back...I promise."
And without a word, as quickly as he was able, he scrambled back up onto the window ledge. But again, something happened. Wendy got up on the ledge with him.
This puzzled Peter slightly. Why was she up on the ledge? She could stand on the floor...
But then something happened, which drove all these wonderings out of his head.
Wendy stood up on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.
It was a soft, quick, shy kiss. Wendy pressed her soft lips to that golden-bronze skin, savoring the feel of the exquisite texture. A strand of hair fell across Peter's chest, making him shiver at the sensation.
And then it was all over. Wendy blushed, embarrassed, at her somewhat forward actions, but then looked directly into Peter's eyes.
"Take me with you."
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And so ends my first true Peter/Wendy chapter. Review Review Review! If you convince me that you liked this sort of chapter, with sole Wendy/Peter action, I will write more of them!
And I finally got this up! I'm really sorry about how long it took, read the Author's Note for an explanation of why. But I'm going to try and be more punctual.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
by actingflicka
Chapter Four
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: Well, I've decided to do this chapter solely on Peter and Wendy. Of course, it's implied that I'm looking for reviews. Tell me what you think of this!
And for anyone who is still wondering, Wendy is a few weeks older than thirteen in this story. Check the prologue! Just that Wendy is mature beyond her years might make someone think she's seventeen or something, but she's only slightly older in this story than she was in the movie.
While we're on the subject of this chapter's content, I know that the readers want Peter/Wendy romance. Sorry, but you're not going to find too much of that here. Romance is not the main point in this story. Maybe I'll write something a little naughtier after I'm finished with this. Maybe.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
~~~~~~~~~
Wendy shook her head. It couldn't be him. It was impossible.
But impossible as it was, Peter Pan was standing right in front of her, looking the absolute same as he had a year ago.
The same cocky grin, the same authority in his stance, but there was something different. Peter's face looked...tired, as though he had acquired some responsibility in his life and was sick of handling it.
Peter had not expected to see Wendy. He had intended to grab his pipes and fly back out into the sky without anyone noticing. But Wendy had to come in at that exact moment.
Having no idea what to do or say, Peter simply bowed as he had done upon their first meeting. Wendy, stunned, blindly curtsied back. Then her lower lip trembled, and she suddenly threw herself at the boy in the window, crying uncontrollably.
Peter was more than a little stunned by this reaction. Why was she crying? Was she unhappy to see him? Was she angry at him for coming back?
But that thought flew out of Peter's head as she threw herself onto him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Peter had had very little experience with this type of behaivior - after all, Wendy was always a cheerful girl, and yet here she was - sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder.
So he chose to simply put his arms around her. Wendy whispered to him, "S-something's happened to J-John and Michael!!"
Wendy studied his face carefully. He did not look surprised, he looked - he looked - guilty? sad? puzzled? Wendy broke free from him and pulled him off the ledge. She pointed to the set of pipes that were on the floor.
Except the pipes weren't there.
Wendy looked around wildly. Where were they? Had she accedently moved them? Did she set them down somewhere?
Without a further word, Wendy turned on her heel and left the room in such a hurry that Peter swore he could feel the air rush past him as she passed. He followed her out the door, and down the stairs.
Peter had never been in this house before, but one thing was certain - quite a bit had changed. There were no toys on the floor outside the nursery, and the hallway was clean and free of any messes. And Wendy had surely changed too. She used to wear just loose dresses, simple and most practical. But here she was, in a big dress with skirts that swooshed. Peter liked the swooshing sound, but was most concerned by Wendy's new appearance. She looked so much more like a woman, and less like his Wendy-lady.
"Aunt Millicent! Aunt Millicent!" Wendy called as she hurried down the stairs. Peter peered around a door to watch Wendy run up to a proper-looking woman who was sitting in a big armchair.
"Aunt Millicent, did you by any chance see a set of wooden pipes on the nursery floor?"
Aunt Millicent pursed her lips and thought. "Why, I don't believe so, Miss Wendy Darling. Why do you ask?"
Wendy didn't reply, however, because she had already left the parlor. She hurried back to the stairwell, and to her room, but Peter flew up above, and landed directly in front of her.
Peter noticed that Wendy's face was streaked with tears.
Feeling that she would be very upset if she did not find out that her brothers were alright, Peter guiltily held out his hand.
Wendy stared at the set of pipes in the boy's hand. She looked from the object to his face, which was somewhat apologetic and yet still had the boyish glint to it.
Wendy, however was outraged. She ran towards Peter, and pushed him backwards, beating on his chest with her fists.
"You've taken them! YOU'VE TAKEN THEM!"
And then she collapsed onto him sobbing, for the second time that evening.
Peter pulled her off, and tried to explain, but Wendy had gotten that angry glint back in her eye, and without another word, she turned on her heel, ran back down the hall, and threw herself into another room. Peter heard the click of the lock, and then Wendy's sobs.
Peter was furious. Girls! He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Then he tried just pushing the door open, but that didn't work either. Finally, he flew up to the ceiling, and brought himself bashing against the door, hoping that he might make it move.
This sound, of course, terrified Aunt Millicent, so she hurried out of the parlor as fast as her heeled shoes would permit. She saw a most peculiar sight - a boy flying - FLYING? - to the ceiling and then throwing himself at the door to the Lost Boy's room.
"Boy!" Aunt Millicent barked up the stairs. "What are you doing in my house? Come down here this instant!"
Peter finally flew down the stairs and landed in his favorite arrogant stance. "What do you want?" he asked haughtily.
"I want to know what you are doing in this house!"
"Getting my pipes!"
"And why might your pipes be in this house?"
Peter had not been fully knowledgeable about secrecy and what strict aunts will and will not believe.
"So I may call the mermaids."
Aunt Millicent was furious. First this boy comes in and attempts to break the Lost Boys' door down, and then makes up a cock-and-bull story about mermaids.
"Oh, stop lying, you terrible misfit. There are no mermaids."
"Oh yes there are! Not here, but in Neverland!"
"And what proof do you have of that, young man?"
"The Neverland is full of mermaids and fairies and adventure!"
"Oh, of course. Now it's not just mermaids, is it? Now there are fairies too? Well, let me tell you, lad, there are no far-"
Peter had darted forward and clapped a hand over Aunt Millicent's mouth.
"Don't say that! Every time someone says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' a fairy drops down dead!" Peter said furiously.
Aunt Millicent had been pushed over the edge. "Okay, my lad. Watch this. Idon'tbelieveinfairiesIdon'tbelieveinfairiesIdon'tbelieveinfairies -"
Peter had lost his temper. He jumped Aunt Millicent and smacked her hard across her face.
But Aunt Millicent wrestled him off in such an unladylike manner that she would have been ashamed of it. But she swung her fist up in the air, ready to make a furious blow at the boy's head.
She swung her hand -
But missed. Peter had just been grabbed by the back of the leaf-adorned attire he was wearing, and drug up the stairs at such speed it was hard to realize it was happening. Wendy ran into her bedroom, still holding Peter from the back, as they collapsed into the safety of her room. Wendy set Peter down and turned the lock.
"Wendy...Wendy..." Peter was still inflamed with fury.
Aunt Millicent began to beat on the door, screaming at Wendy that she expected better of a young lady and what on earth was she doing, she had a young man in her room at night, and he was barely wearing anything, for heaven's sake!
Wendy sat down in the corner by Peter and began to sob. Her brothers had been kidnaped by Peter, Aunt Millicent was furious at her, her parents would never trust her again when they found out that she had let this happen.
Peter was snapped out of his angry trance by Wendy crying. This was the third time that night that she had been reduced to tears, and therefore Peter decided it was his fault. He walked slowly across the room, hoisted himself upon the ledge, and was just about to take flight when he felt something take hold of his ankle.
Wendy was standing there, with a bold look on her face, despite her tears. "No," she said flatly, and pulled him back inside.
Peter sat down cross-legged on the floor, and Wendy knelt before them, putting her face very close to him so that Aunt Millicent, who was still hammering outside the door couldn't hear.
"Peter...my brothers...what have you done with them? Why did you take them? Are they alright?"
Peter saw no choice but to explain. "I had to take them. Hook was going to kill and torture them...and then he was going to hurt you..."
Peter felt an odd lump in his throat. Why did he suddenly feel like bursting apart at the thought of Wendy getting hurt?
Wendy, however was charging on.
"He wanted to...to kill them? And kill me? Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry I got upset with you, I was so worried that something horrible had happened! What did you do with them?"
Peter was again uncomfortable. Was she going to be mad when she found out that he had left her brothers in a dark alley with no warmth or food?
"Ummm...I took them to an alley...where Hook wouldn't find them...."
Wendy did not seem upset, but merely nodded.
So Peter told her as much as possible, and surprisingly, she didn't become angry with him or start crying again.
"So now, I've got to go ask the mermaids how to save them, which means I must go back to Neverland. I'll come back...I promise."
And without a word, as quickly as he was able, he scrambled back up onto the window ledge. But again, something happened. Wendy got up on the ledge with him.
This puzzled Peter slightly. Why was she up on the ledge? She could stand on the floor...
But then something happened, which drove all these wonderings out of his head.
Wendy stood up on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.
It was a soft, quick, shy kiss. Wendy pressed her soft lips to that golden-bronze skin, savoring the feel of the exquisite texture. A strand of hair fell across Peter's chest, making him shiver at the sensation.
And then it was all over. Wendy blushed, embarrassed, at her somewhat forward actions, but then looked directly into Peter's eyes.
"Take me with you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~
And so ends my first true Peter/Wendy chapter. Review Review Review! If you convince me that you liked this sort of chapter, with sole Wendy/Peter action, I will write more of them!
And I finally got this up! I'm really sorry about how long it took, read the Author's Note for an explanation of why. But I'm going to try and be more punctual.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn