Finding Neverland

Summary: Charlie Fayer was torn away from Neverland when she was 8, by the new pirate captain. Now four years later Neverland has come back to bring her home. But will Charlie be able to remember her past in time to save it.

Chapter 12: Just for Mum
Charlie's world went blurry, she felt like she was spinning very fast. Like on the gravatron ride at the Ekka. She closed her eyes, shutting them from the spinning world in front of her, she wanted it to stop, she wanted to open her eyes, and find Peter's smiling face in front of her. When the spinning sensation had subsided, she opened her eyes. A wave of loose swept over her. She was staring up at a blank ceiling. She sat up in her bed and looked around. The room was covered with dolls and toys. She slipped off the bed and walked around the unfamiliar room.
"How do you feel?"
Charlie spun around, taken aback by the voice. It was Nathan, he stood tall in the door frame. But it wasn't Nathan as she remembered. He looked younger and more like the man in the photo.
"You… look… different." She stated.
"To you? Yes. To everyone else? No." He said, in a sort of riddle. "Same as you."
Charlie looked at him, puzzled and looked back in to the window. She gasped at her reflextion. She wasn't the 12 year old Charlie, who had left Australia. She was the 8 year old Jane, who had lived in London in the 1900's. Or, was living in London in the 1900's. With this thought in her mind, she became confused. She couldn't understand how, Mel and Darren were living in the future, while she was in the past, but while she was living in the past, they weren't even living. Her head hurt from the thoughts and she sat down on the windowsill.
"Try not to think about it." Nathan comforted, walking over to her. But Charlie repulsed. She was angry with him. Angry, because he had taken her away the life she had known. Taken her, without asking, from all her friends for the second time in her long life. But before she could mouth her feelings at him, Wendy walked in. Her face was flustered and pale.
"Jane!" She ran past Nathan and swept her daughter in her arms. Charlie's words were cut short in her throat. It took her seconds to realise what was happening. And when she did, tears started to stream down her face. Her mother… she was finally looking at her mother. When she was put down again she looked up into her mothers shining face. She was also crying, but Charlie didn't understand why.
"Why are you crying?" She mastered to say.
"I thought you weren't coming back."
This didn't answer any of Charlies questions, but just made her ask more. Not coming back from where? Certainly they couldn't mean from… Charlie was going to ask when Nathan shot her a warning look, and ever so slightly shook his head. Before Charlie could reply, Nathan directed Wendy out of the room.
"What is…" But Charlie couldn't finish.
"This is what happened… Well almost happened." Nathan said. "We were fighting, well you were challenging us to a row. When you stormed up to your room and locked the door. Wendy was so worried after that, because she thought you wouldn't come back."
"What do you mean? Were wouldn't I come back from?"
"She thought Peter would come for you, and she was right."
"But then how come I'm still here?"
"Because he's not coming for you, not again. I rewound the clock to this moment because… No… It's to complicated. It doesn't matter anyway. You'll never remember what happened." Nathan laughed.
"You planned this!" Charlie shouted at him. "I hate you!"
Nathan was shocked. And shushed her. "Now you don't mean that do you?"
Wendy's sweet voice echoed down the hallway.
Nathan replied with a husbandly, "Coming." Smiled at Charlie, and then left.
She shut the door behind him, and knelt down, with her back resting against it. What was she going to do? She was caught in the middle, and she wasn't sure were to go. She walked over to the window, in hopes that it might give her an answer, or, at least, a sign.
She opened it. It was dark and cold outside and a breeze of icy air blew over her. She shivered, but smiled. The sky was covered with thick snow clouds, and smoke puffed from the chimneys of the many houses surrounding her. She couldn't believe it, but she was home, back where she came from. A rush of excitement fluttered through her stomach, making her clutch it with apprehension. It was like she was waiting in a line for a ride.
But this is a ride, she thought.
But with that excitement also came sickness. She couldn't stop thinking of Mel and Darren. What would they think? What would happen to them? Then her thoughts turned to Peter. But his image was fading. A jolt of panic ran through her, she didn't want to forget her past, present or future ever again. She rummaged around her new room. It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. Her surroundings were starting to feel and look similar. More panic flashed through her body, she was forgetting, and fast. She grabbed some paper and a quill and ink, and started to write. She wrote about how she was found, and how she started having dreams. She wrote of Neverland and Peter, and the adventures which had occurred while she was there. She wrote of remembering her past, of the pirates, and of the clock. She wrote for hours. Not stopping in case she forget.
Once she had finished, and her hand throbbed from writing so fast, she couldn't even remember how it had started. But she didn't care. She wrote a little message in the front cover, she couldn't even remember why she was doing this; all she knew was that it was important.
Then…
It was over.
Once again, her mother's heavenly voice wafted into her room. She answered quickly, and as she jumped up from her stool and rushed over to the door, which she couldn't remember why it was shut; her hand swiped over the book, and it was knocked under her bed. Where it stayed for years to come…