And Back Again
by actingflicka
Chapter Five
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, it has again been so long since I have updated. I'm sorry. But then again, it's because I wanted to really put my all into this chapter, since I am so thouroghly enjoying it.
I got some very good reviews for the previous chapter, most of them stating that they particularly liked the Wendy/Peter chapters. So here's another one! But since we can't forget about the other characters ('specially Smee...what is that wimp up to today?) the next chapter will be done on the pirates. Sorry, guys.
I'm also going to change my pen name soon, to actingflicka. I'm planning on writing other fics after this one (Harry Potter and the Sabriel trilogy are on my list, as well as a one-shot Peter Pan.), and my pen name is rather limiting. So as soon as this chapter is up, I will change it.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
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Peter was more than a little astounded by what Wendy had just said. "Take me with you," she repeated.
"Wh-what?" Peter, in all honesty, did not want her to come. Aside from her being in more danger, everything flowed much more smoothly in Neverland when Wendy wasn't there. Peter did care for Wendy, but he did not want her coming along.
Wendy could read his eyes. "Please!" she begged. "I promise I'll leave it all up to you. It's just that I want to make sure that John and Michael are safe, and I am so desperate to get out of this house. Please, Peter. Please."
Peter was afraid if he said no she might start crying again, and he did not need nor want that right now. So he nodded, causing Wendy to throw herself upon him again, mumbling her thanks into his leaves.
Peter pulled her off him, because he was beginning to feel rather embarrased. His cheeks were red now, and the great Pan did NOT blush. So he hid his flaming cheeks in the darkness of the windowsill, and said to her very simply, "Are you ready?"
Wendy was suddenly hit with a shocking realization. "Peter," she began, stifling a sob, "I have forgotten how to fly."
Peter did not know that it was possible for someone to forget in such a short time, but apparently it was, and he had not a second more to lose. So he scooped Wendy into his arms, much the same as he had Michael. But this time it was different. When Wendy was in his arms, he was so warm, so...happy. When her hair spilled onto his breast, it felt so...right.
Peter was sure. Nothing had ever been more right.
But he did not have long to contemplate this, because Wendy was looking at him with a mixture of shock and fear on her face.
"Don't worry, Wendy-lady. I will not let you fall," Peter assured her quietly. And with Wendy in his arms, he lept out of the window.
Upon the heart-stopping fall out of the window, Wendy screamed. Peter was surprised, for he did this every time he went out of a window, just because it was fun. But it seemed that Wendy did not like it.
Peter wrapped his arms more tightly around her, while she gripped his leaves in terror. He landed in a tree and sat on the highest branch, cradling the trembling Wendy.
When she had caught her breath, she looked up at Peter. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "That frightened me."
Peter was amazed. He did not mean to frighten Wendy. He held her close for another minute or so, then whispered, "Are you okay now? We need to get going."
She nodded, but clung to Peter more tightly as they again took flight. Peter, however, did not take her in the direction of Neverland, but instead back into downtown London, to the same alley he had taken her dear brothers to.
The crisp London air flew around them, chilling Wendy to the bone, her feet, clad in only thin hosery, were very cold. Wendy knew this was not wise; a lady might catch a cold if left in cold feet, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Suddenly, Wendy noticed that they were not flying in the direction she had remembered. She was certain that they were not going in the direction of Neverland. She cleared her throat hesitantly.
"Peter...Peter?" she said, very quitely.
Peter glanced down at the Wendy in his arms, looking beautiful, even with her mussed dress and her hair unkempt. "Yes?" he asked.
"Where are we going?"
"To see your brothers...my Wendy-lady."
Wendy was in awe. She knew how desperatly Peter wanted to get to the mermaids, but he was going to her brothers, just like she wanted. Peter Pan was such a gentleman!
She settled into his arms, hoping that the flight would end soon. She did not have to wait for long.
With a fast swoop down into the dark passage, Peter landed on a trash can. He gently sat Wendy down on her feet and pointed in
the direction of her sleeping brothers.
Wendy ran towards them, looking at the two sleeping boys wrapped in an old blanket. John had laid Peter's sword under the covers with
him, holding the sheaf to him.
Michael had wrapped his arms around himself, drawing his side of the blanket closer to him. Wendy realized that he did not have his
beloved teddy bear with him; he took the stuffed companion everywhere with him, even during their last adventure to Neverland. But she was amazed at how angelic they looked, even while sleeping under a worn, stained cloth, lying on the cobblestone of the dirty alley. My dear brothers, she thought.
She knelt next to Michael with the air of a mother. She tangled her long, slender fingers into his light blonde hair, which was slightly mussed and dirty from the alley. She pulled her fingers through his hair, gently, lovingly.
After a few moments of this, Michael looked up. His eyes, slightly unfocused from his sleepyness, gazed up at her. His glassy expresion
brightened, and then his lower lip trembled, and he burst into sobs.
Wendy pulled him into her arms, just like a mother. She slowly rocked him back and forth, as she hummed a litttle of a lullaby from her
young days.
"Shhh. It's alright, Michael. I'm right here. Everything is going to be fine, my darling, I promise," Wendy whispered as she soothed him. He continued to cry, but he seemed to take her word for it, and finally, he kissed her on her arm, the closest bit of flesh he could find, and
snuffled his way into sleep.
With the sleeping child still in her arms, Wendy crossed over to her other brother. My brave, brave John, her mind said.
She sat down with him, Michael still clinging to her arm, although more loosely, as though he was dozing off lightly. Wendy glanced
down at the child, and saw that indeed, his eyes were closed and his breathing was becoming more steady. Wendy smiled, and laid her hand upon his firey cheek. "Sleep well, my dear little love," she whispered.
But this whisper was enough to wake John, who immediatly sat up upon realizing she was there. He slowly regarded her face, with a gentle look of concern for his sister.
"Wendy...how did you get here?" he asked. Then he spotted Peter in the corner, apparently trying to make himself as discreet as possible.
Peter, it should be noted, had been watching Wendy while she carefully comforted her younger brother, rocking him, soothing him. The strange thing was, as gentle as her behavior was, it frightened him for multiple reasons.
The first was that Wendy seemed so...adult. Peter had left her at the window not long ago, but then she still seemed like him, still had the attitude of a child, was still his Wendy-lady. Peter saw no Wendy-lady in this girl. He saw a mother.
And Peter was hardly comforted by that, either. He had always prided himself on being carefree and happy, proud that he didn't need or want a mother. Yet watching Wendy care for her brother's in this sort of motherly way had formed a rock in his stomach. He found himself, for the first time, wanting a mother.
He had never been rocked in this gentle way. He had never had someone's fingers pulled through his hair in this manner. He had never been soothed in quiet whispers, telling him that everything would be alright.
And although he would regret thinking it, Peter admitted it to himself then. He wanted a mother.
Wendy, meanwhile, was talking with John. "I am most proud of you, but we need you to continue. Protect your brother. I will be back soon," she told John. But this sounded awfully harsh, so she added, "I love you," as an afterward.
She leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead, sending another rock into Peter's stomach.
Then she laid Michael down, back to where he was laying before she disturbed his sleep. She knelt down, and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and covered him with the cloth.
The rock in Peter's stomach was ever growing. He realized...he wanted Wendy to give HIM a thimble. She had watched her thimble her brothers, though it was not like the thimble she had given him while on the deck of the Jolly Roger. She had thimbled her brothers on a different spot than she had thimbled him.
Finally, Wendy got up and crossed to Peter, jolting him out of his thoughts.
"Thank you, Peter," she said softly. "For taking me here. If there is anything I can ever do for you -"
"There is," Peter said roughly.
"Well, then, Peter, tell me what it is, we must be on our way to the mermaids."
Peter continued to speak roughly. "I want one thing, Wendy-lady."
"And what is that?" Wendy was perturbed. Peter usually got straight to the point.
"Another thimble..."
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Author's End Notes: Sorry this took so long. Hope you liked it. Whether you did or not, please review. Your feedback is vital to me.
Oh, and my beta reader is finally calling it quits. After 10 years of beta'ing, she has decided to stop it altogether. Alicia, it's been wonderful. Thank you!
So I am looking for a new beta. See my profile for more. I will credit you in every chapter; Alicia preferred that I didn't, so she was not credited in the chapters. But thank you, Alicia!
luv, hugs, and kisses,
Kathryn
by actingflicka
Chapter Five
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, it has again been so long since I have updated. I'm sorry. But then again, it's because I wanted to really put my all into this chapter, since I am so thouroghly enjoying it.
I got some very good reviews for the previous chapter, most of them stating that they particularly liked the Wendy/Peter chapters. So here's another one! But since we can't forget about the other characters ('specially Smee...what is that wimp up to today?) the next chapter will be done on the pirates. Sorry, guys.
I'm also going to change my pen name soon, to actingflicka. I'm planning on writing other fics after this one (Harry Potter and the Sabriel trilogy are on my list, as well as a one-shot Peter Pan.), and my pen name is rather limiting. So as soon as this chapter is up, I will change it.
luv, hugs, and kisses, Kathryn
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Peter was more than a little astounded by what Wendy had just said. "Take me with you," she repeated.
"Wh-what?" Peter, in all honesty, did not want her to come. Aside from her being in more danger, everything flowed much more smoothly in Neverland when Wendy wasn't there. Peter did care for Wendy, but he did not want her coming along.
Wendy could read his eyes. "Please!" she begged. "I promise I'll leave it all up to you. It's just that I want to make sure that John and Michael are safe, and I am so desperate to get out of this house. Please, Peter. Please."
Peter was afraid if he said no she might start crying again, and he did not need nor want that right now. So he nodded, causing Wendy to throw herself upon him again, mumbling her thanks into his leaves.
Peter pulled her off him, because he was beginning to feel rather embarrased. His cheeks were red now, and the great Pan did NOT blush. So he hid his flaming cheeks in the darkness of the windowsill, and said to her very simply, "Are you ready?"
Wendy was suddenly hit with a shocking realization. "Peter," she began, stifling a sob, "I have forgotten how to fly."
Peter did not know that it was possible for someone to forget in such a short time, but apparently it was, and he had not a second more to lose. So he scooped Wendy into his arms, much the same as he had Michael. But this time it was different. When Wendy was in his arms, he was so warm, so...happy. When her hair spilled onto his breast, it felt so...right.
Peter was sure. Nothing had ever been more right.
But he did not have long to contemplate this, because Wendy was looking at him with a mixture of shock and fear on her face.
"Don't worry, Wendy-lady. I will not let you fall," Peter assured her quietly. And with Wendy in his arms, he lept out of the window.
Upon the heart-stopping fall out of the window, Wendy screamed. Peter was surprised, for he did this every time he went out of a window, just because it was fun. But it seemed that Wendy did not like it.
Peter wrapped his arms more tightly around her, while she gripped his leaves in terror. He landed in a tree and sat on the highest branch, cradling the trembling Wendy.
When she had caught her breath, she looked up at Peter. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "That frightened me."
Peter was amazed. He did not mean to frighten Wendy. He held her close for another minute or so, then whispered, "Are you okay now? We need to get going."
She nodded, but clung to Peter more tightly as they again took flight. Peter, however, did not take her in the direction of Neverland, but instead back into downtown London, to the same alley he had taken her dear brothers to.
The crisp London air flew around them, chilling Wendy to the bone, her feet, clad in only thin hosery, were very cold. Wendy knew this was not wise; a lady might catch a cold if left in cold feet, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Suddenly, Wendy noticed that they were not flying in the direction she had remembered. She was certain that they were not going in the direction of Neverland. She cleared her throat hesitantly.
"Peter...Peter?" she said, very quitely.
Peter glanced down at the Wendy in his arms, looking beautiful, even with her mussed dress and her hair unkempt. "Yes?" he asked.
"Where are we going?"
"To see your brothers...my Wendy-lady."
Wendy was in awe. She knew how desperatly Peter wanted to get to the mermaids, but he was going to her brothers, just like she wanted. Peter Pan was such a gentleman!
She settled into his arms, hoping that the flight would end soon. She did not have to wait for long.
With a fast swoop down into the dark passage, Peter landed on a trash can. He gently sat Wendy down on her feet and pointed in
the direction of her sleeping brothers.
Wendy ran towards them, looking at the two sleeping boys wrapped in an old blanket. John had laid Peter's sword under the covers with
him, holding the sheaf to him.
Michael had wrapped his arms around himself, drawing his side of the blanket closer to him. Wendy realized that he did not have his
beloved teddy bear with him; he took the stuffed companion everywhere with him, even during their last adventure to Neverland. But she was amazed at how angelic they looked, even while sleeping under a worn, stained cloth, lying on the cobblestone of the dirty alley. My dear brothers, she thought.
She knelt next to Michael with the air of a mother. She tangled her long, slender fingers into his light blonde hair, which was slightly mussed and dirty from the alley. She pulled her fingers through his hair, gently, lovingly.
After a few moments of this, Michael looked up. His eyes, slightly unfocused from his sleepyness, gazed up at her. His glassy expresion
brightened, and then his lower lip trembled, and he burst into sobs.
Wendy pulled him into her arms, just like a mother. She slowly rocked him back and forth, as she hummed a litttle of a lullaby from her
young days.
"Shhh. It's alright, Michael. I'm right here. Everything is going to be fine, my darling, I promise," Wendy whispered as she soothed him. He continued to cry, but he seemed to take her word for it, and finally, he kissed her on her arm, the closest bit of flesh he could find, and
snuffled his way into sleep.
With the sleeping child still in her arms, Wendy crossed over to her other brother. My brave, brave John, her mind said.
She sat down with him, Michael still clinging to her arm, although more loosely, as though he was dozing off lightly. Wendy glanced
down at the child, and saw that indeed, his eyes were closed and his breathing was becoming more steady. Wendy smiled, and laid her hand upon his firey cheek. "Sleep well, my dear little love," she whispered.
But this whisper was enough to wake John, who immediatly sat up upon realizing she was there. He slowly regarded her face, with a gentle look of concern for his sister.
"Wendy...how did you get here?" he asked. Then he spotted Peter in the corner, apparently trying to make himself as discreet as possible.
Peter, it should be noted, had been watching Wendy while she carefully comforted her younger brother, rocking him, soothing him. The strange thing was, as gentle as her behavior was, it frightened him for multiple reasons.
The first was that Wendy seemed so...adult. Peter had left her at the window not long ago, but then she still seemed like him, still had the attitude of a child, was still his Wendy-lady. Peter saw no Wendy-lady in this girl. He saw a mother.
And Peter was hardly comforted by that, either. He had always prided himself on being carefree and happy, proud that he didn't need or want a mother. Yet watching Wendy care for her brother's in this sort of motherly way had formed a rock in his stomach. He found himself, for the first time, wanting a mother.
He had never been rocked in this gentle way. He had never had someone's fingers pulled through his hair in this manner. He had never been soothed in quiet whispers, telling him that everything would be alright.
And although he would regret thinking it, Peter admitted it to himself then. He wanted a mother.
Wendy, meanwhile, was talking with John. "I am most proud of you, but we need you to continue. Protect your brother. I will be back soon," she told John. But this sounded awfully harsh, so she added, "I love you," as an afterward.
She leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead, sending another rock into Peter's stomach.
Then she laid Michael down, back to where he was laying before she disturbed his sleep. She knelt down, and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and covered him with the cloth.
The rock in Peter's stomach was ever growing. He realized...he wanted Wendy to give HIM a thimble. She had watched her thimble her brothers, though it was not like the thimble she had given him while on the deck of the Jolly Roger. She had thimbled her brothers on a different spot than she had thimbled him.
Finally, Wendy got up and crossed to Peter, jolting him out of his thoughts.
"Thank you, Peter," she said softly. "For taking me here. If there is anything I can ever do for you -"
"There is," Peter said roughly.
"Well, then, Peter, tell me what it is, we must be on our way to the mermaids."
Peter continued to speak roughly. "I want one thing, Wendy-lady."
"And what is that?" Wendy was perturbed. Peter usually got straight to the point.
"Another thimble..."
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Author's End Notes: Sorry this took so long. Hope you liked it. Whether you did or not, please review. Your feedback is vital to me.
Oh, and my beta reader is finally calling it quits. After 10 years of beta'ing, she has decided to stop it altogether. Alicia, it's been wonderful. Thank you!
So I am looking for a new beta. See my profile for more. I will credit you in every chapter; Alicia preferred that I didn't, so she was not credited in the chapters. But thank you, Alicia!
luv, hugs, and kisses,
Kathryn