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The gathering gloom had long gone taken the sun, but everyone looked on to see that the fog had somewhat cleared. Maybe they were finally to see a clear night!. With this somewhat comforting thought in mind, Peter scooped up Danny, now becoming quiet tired from his afternoon of play.
"Come on son" he said to Danny, as he heaved the boy onto his back. "Ok daddy" Danny answered. The two boys said their goodbyes to the Indians and fairies, and headed off towards their home.
"dad?" Danny suddenly questioned, breaking through the silence as they walked deeper into the forest. Peter smiled. He was always very proud when Danny called him dad. He could remember how excited they'd been when Danny said his first word: fairies.
Peter and Wendy weren't surprised, a bit disappointed but not surprised. Danny had played with the fairies everyday when he was growing up, they amazed him!. But they joked when Danny said "daddy" instead of "mommy" first….but that came not long after.
"What do you think mommy has for supper?" asked Danny, his words slipping a little. Peter laughed. "I'm not sure son!. But we're almost there" Peter said happily. As they continued on, Peter and Danny joked and played and talked all the while until they were finally home.
Peter was showing Danny how to fly, and touched down on the soft leaves that covered the ground. Peter took into amazement that they were once more dry and soft. "Hey daddy, when can you teach me how to fly?" Danny asked, breaking Peter from his thoughts.
"When you're a little older son" he said, patting Danny's chestnut hair like Wendy's. "Your still a little bit too young yet Danny!" Peter encouraged, seeing Danny's saddened face. "Come on, lets have supper!" and he scooted Danny along to the doorway.
The two expected to smell the sweet aroma of Wendy's cooking when the door slid open, however, they were only met with darkness. Not taking much notice, both starting to descend the stairs, and soon were into the dark home.
They were surprised to see no candles lit or fire, and no one to be seen.
"Wendy?" Peter called out in curiosity. Taking Danny off of his back and gently placing him on the floor, Peter felt along the wall, to get to the kitchen were they usually kept some candles. Also finding a match, Peter struck it against the counter and lit a candle. It wasn't a very good source but at least they could find their way a bit better.
"Mommy?" Danny called out, as his father came back to his side and took his small hand. "Shh…she might be asleep" Peter cautioned. "She must have had a long day!" Peter said, now in a much softer voice. Danny nodded in agreement as he followed his father into the master bedroom.
All seemed as they had left it, the bedroom also dark as when they first came in the home. Peter lifted the candle to take a look at the bed. It was perfectly neat, just as Wendy had made it this morning. There wasn't even a indention from anybody having sleeping there all afternoon.
This scared and confused both of the boys. "Did something happen to mommy?" Danny said, tears starting to brim the boy's green eyes. Peter looked on sadly, but took his son into his arms for comfort. "It's ok Danny!" he reassured the boy, rubbing his back. "We'll find mommy, and everything will be alright!. Nothing happened!" said Peter.
Wiping away the tears with his small fist, Danny nodded but couldn't help the tears from coming. Peter nodded to the boy to make sure he was alright, and then ran out of the home in search of some help. The night was still a bit cold, but there was no more fog, so the boys could easily find there way.
As they ran, Danny hid himself against his father's chest to hide the tears that dripped from his green eyes. He had to be strong, for if something did happen to his mother, his father, and everyone else would need all the help they could get. Peter's mind was racing!.
What could have happened to her!. He would never forgive himself if anything bad had happened to his Wendy. He had to find her quickly.
Finally, they could see the lights of the Indian village finally come into view.
At last, maybe they knew where she went or could help find her.
Feeling even more determined, Peter lifted off the ground and suddenly shot through the forest, and into the Indian village. Danny watched in amazement, as everything started to rush past them. Finally, they slowed to a almost a stop before the Chief's tent. Danny still couldn't believe how they got here so fast. But before he knew it, his father had placed him on the ground and started calling for the chief, in a very desperate and frightened voice.
Danny started to get worried for his father. What would they do if they couldn't find mommy?. The thought was suddenly interrupted by a upset and tired looking chief's head poking out of the flap of the tent. Peter and Danny swallowed nervously, hoping that the chief wouldn't be too upset.
"Pan?. Danny? What in Neverland are you two doing here?. Aren't you suppose to be home?" the chief asked, looking quiet upset. "Yes chief, sir, we did go home. But when we couldn't find Wendy…" Peter began nervously, but was interrupted by the chief's booming voice.
"The Wendy is gone?. But how can that be?" asked the chief, is voice now booming with concern. Peter and Danny stood there with their hands over their ears, while the chief continued to voice his concern in a very loud way.
"We must find her!. Maybe she's still on the Island!. We must hurry or something might happen to her…" he kept going on until another Indian popped their head out of their tent.
"What are you going on about chief?. This is the first peaceful night we've had in awhile!" the woman screeched. "Wendy is gone and all your worried about is your beauty sleep?" the chief boomed back at the woman. Peter and Danny once more watched the two talk loudly back and forth.
This wasn't getting them anywhere, and Wendy is still out there, missing. Peter was about to interrupt them when the chief's wife suddenly joined.
"What's this all about the Wendy missing?" she asked in her polite and good-natured voice.
All the noise stopped once they realized she was there. "Wendy wasn't at the home when Danny and I went home, so we came here to see if you might be able to help in finding her" Peter said in a hurried voice, hoping not to be interrupted. Without a word, the chief's wife looked down upon Danny standing by Peter's side.
She noticed that the four year old was rubbing furiously at his eyes, both tired and sad for not finding his mother. The boy also trying to sniffle back the tears. Peter patted the boy's head in sadness. "I'm sorry Danny" he whispered. The chief's wife, feeling sad for the young boy, picked him up in her arms and hugged him close. "Oh you poor little boy!" she cooed, hoping to comfort the crying boy.
Suddenly taking action, the chief suddenly boomed again. "Pan, you go and wake all the men, and ask them to come along to search for your Wendy" the chief ordered Peter. Without question, Peter nodded and ran to the nearest tent and asking for their help.
The chief then turned to his wife. "You must take care of young Danny while we search. Go and ask Night Sparrow and Feather to prepare some food and drink for him" the chief said, ducking back into the tent to gather the weapons. His wife followed.
"Keep the boy as calmed and comfortable as you can!." He said, throwing the strap for the arrows over his shoulder, and a long knife at his belt. "We'll be back as soon as we can!." And with that, he kissed his wife goodbye and was out to join Peter and the others. "Good luck" she called after him, and continued to pat little Danny's back in comfort.
The chief joined the eagerly awaiting group of men to look for Wendy, and with the signal, all of the men ran off in different directions to look for their lost queen. "Do you think we will find her?" Peter asked, watching a group of men disappear into the forest.
"We are experienced in roaming these forests, we will find her Pan!" the chief reassured him with a pat on the back, before the two ran off to search for Wendy. First they ran to search for the fairies, to ask for their help as well. They are going to need all the help they can get.
The Indians, fairies, and Peter looked everywhere, but still no sign that Wendy had ever been there. It was now well into the night, and some where beginning to get tired, a lot more of them had already fallen to the ground in rest. But Peter and the Chief treaded on, along with those that remained awake. But still it seemed no use.
"We've been searching for hours, maybe she's been taken off of the Island!" Peter said in defeat. They stopped before the nearest tree, and Peter fell to the ground in exhaustion. "We mustn't give up Pan!. We must keep looking for…" the chief began but was suddenly stopped by the rustling of the bushes beside them. In fear, all grabbed their weapons just in case. " Pan!. Chief!" a voice called from the bushes, and a young Indian boy broke through and ran towards them.
"What, what is it?" Peter asked hurriedly, knowing that the boy had probably found something connecting to Wendy's disappearance. "I…found some….tracks!." said the boy, trying to catch his breath while also trying to tell them of the information.
"Could they be Wendy's?" Peter asked the chief, looking for some kind of answer. "There is only one way to find out!" the chief answered. With a nod, the boy told them to follow him, and off they went, running through the forest.
Finally, they found themselves near the shore where Wendy had been earlier that afternoon. They started to search. "There!. Right by this tree!" the boy cried out. There were imprints of Wendy's feet, they would know them anywhere. However, looking closer, they also found booted shaped imprints all around Wendy's. It seemed she tried to get away.
They also seemed to let from and to the bushes. "She was defiantly ambushed, and taken" Peter said, his voice starting to tremble with anger and sadness. "Do you think pirates took her?" asked the Indian boy. "There hasn't been any pirates in Neverland since Hook was finally defeated the second time" The chief advised.
There was a long silence while the three of them pondered. Peter's eyes looking over Wendy's and the booted tracks, trying to piece together where they'd taken her. Getting an idea, Peter bolted passed them and into the bushes. The chief and the Indian boy were left confused, until they too ran after him.
Peter followed the booted tracks through the bushes and through the forest. There seemed to be no more of Wendy's tracks, so he figured that they must have carried her. Finally, the tracks led to another shoreline, and the ocean. It seemed to be a dead end.
Moments later, the chief and the Indian boy broke through the bushes behind him. "They lead to the ocean" the Indian boy said softly, as the three looked out towards the horizon.
"Chief!" Peter suddenly called. "Is there any Islands out passed the horizon?" he asked, his voice still boomed with anger and hurt. "Um. No. Neverland is the only Island out here!" the chief said knowingly.
There was another long silence, as confusion settled over them. That is until the boy questioned again. "So, where could they have taken her?" he asked curiously. The chief turned to him curiously. "I know where she is!" Peter said suddenly, turning his gaze to the starry sky above them.
The ship could finally see the luminous city of London. The crew rushed around in preparation to descend. The captain watched on from the balcony, their eyes glistening with an evil glare of revenge at the sight of the city.
Finally, they had gotten to see the infamous Neverland. So it wasn't make believe!.
Brushing the thought aside, the captain descended to the deck as the ship quaked as it finally touched the ground and the anchor was lowered. "I shall check on her" said the captain, stopping one of the crewmates who had said he'd go and fetch the girl.
With a dark look to the crewmate, the captain went to the bunker room to check on the captive. Opening the door slowly, the captain found that all was as they'd left it. Wendy was still unconscious, lying peacefully on the grand bed.
A smile came to the Captain's lips at the sight of her, and walked over carefully and slowly towards the bed. Stopping at the bed, the captain took a moment to admire the girl's beauty. Reaching out to brush the hair from the girl's face. "My, have you grown!" the captain said silently.
The captain sat down slowly onto the edge of the bed beside her, never taking eyes off of her. The smile soon disappeared from behind the scarf still tied around their neck. The Captain reached out to touch Wendy's still warm hand.
"Oh Wendy!. I'm so sorry for doing this!" the captain whispered to the unconscious girl. "But there was no other way, I'm sorry!" and with that, the captain patted the girl's hand, and arose from the bed. Taking a few moments to brush the tears from the brown eyes, the captain scooped Wendy up and carried her out of the room.
Once on deck, and seeing that the crew had everything they needed, the captain gestured for them to follow, and they all walked off the ship and into what seemed to be a yard. Without questioning, the crew followed their captain to the back door of the house.
Currently exchanging Wendy for the house key to another pirate, the captain pushed and turned the key into the lock and the door was flung open. The Captain stood aside to let the crew through the door first. "Second door to the left" the captain whispered to the crewman who now carried Wendy.
With everyone inside, the captain shut the door. Removing the uncomfortable boots and coat, the captain walked through the house turning on lights to see, and locked the front door.
Soon, the crew came stomping down the stairs looking quite tired and hungry. "Thank you for your help men!" the captain encouraged. Taking out some money from the coat pocket and handing the closest man the money.
"Here, enjoy your time in London before you go on your way!. I'll send word if I need anything" the captain said.
A smile came to the man's dirty face. "Thank you" he said in his gruff voice and with a nod to the captain, the men headed out and back to the ship. "Good luck!" the captain called behind them as they piled out of the door.
The last man waved their goodbye and the door shut behind them.
With everything all done and set, the captain turned down the lights and climbed the stairs to the room. It was going to be a long struggle when Wendy was to wake up and find herself in London again.
Peter shot back through the forest, the chief and Indian boy trying to keep up to Peter's flying. Finally, Peter touched down on the hard ground of the village and went looking for his son. Just as he thought, Danny was curled up in the Chief's wife's arms, seeming to be falling asleep. Beside them was Feather to the left, and Night Sparrow to the right.
"Your back!" Night Sparrow suddenly cried, waking the boy from his sad sleep, and he ran to hug his father. "Daddy!" Danny said, holding out his arms for Peter to lift him. Peter smiled at this.
"Hey buddy!" Peter said, lifting Danny into his arms and hugging him tightly. "Did you find mommy?" Danny asked curiously and excited. Peter stopped for a moment. "No Danny, I'm sorry!" Peter said sadly, hoping he didn't have to tell his son about the horrible news.
More tears came to Danny's eyes, and he buried his head into Peter's shoulder once more, Peter tightening his hold on his son. Rubbing the small boy's back, Peter remembered what they found out. "But, we do know where she's gone" Peter said, breaking the silence that fell over the five of them.
"Really, where?" the chief's wife asked excitedly. Just then, the chief and Indian boy came through the flap of the tent. "We think she's been taken back to London" Peter said, a bit concerned. "Lon-don!" Danny said, trying to pronounce what his father had said. "Where's that daddy?".
"It's where mommy used to live before she came here" Peter explained, but leaving the boy more confused then ever. "But who, and why would she be taken back there?" asked Feather. "We're not sure. Maybe they came back for revenge?." questioned the chief.
Peter thought for a second. "Nobody knows where Neverland is, except the boys, and Wendy's parents" said Peter. There was another long silence. "Well, the only thing I do know, is that I have to go back to London" Peter broke through the silence. Looks of surprise and confusion were shot to him.
"I have to get my Wendy back, it's the only way!" Peter reasoned. "But what about Danny?. Neverland, What if that threat comes back!" the chief argued. Peter was once more put to thought. "Daddy?" Danny spoke up once more. "Daddy, I want to come with you. To save mommy" Danny continued.
"I don't know about that son, it could be dangerous" Peter said with concern. "But I want to know what Lon-don is like. I want to see mommy!. Pweeze!" Danny whined. Peter bit his lip. This would be a good opportunity to see the Darlings' and Keatings' again. Plus he had to save Wendy. Danny could spend his time with the lost boys, and Mr and Mrs. Darling will be able to take care of him. Wendy always wished them to see Danny, and get to spend time with him. Plus, Peter will probably be so busy with saving Wendy to watch Danny.
"Alright!" Peter agreed, Danny's face breaking out in a huge smile, and hugged his father in his way. "Peter, are you sure that's a good idea?" The chief's wife questioned. "Yes, Wendy's parents will be able to watch him, and the boys can play with him while I try and find Wendy" Peter reasoned.
"And what about the rest of us?. What if the threat comes back?" asked the chief. Peter pondered for a moment. "Well, if it does, then you will have to be in charge Chief. You, the Indians and the fairies will have to work together to salvage what you can against it" Peter said.
"But, if it gets too bad, you can send word to me by one of the messenger fairies. Send them to the Darlings'. But I shouldn't be gone long." Peter said, the others nodding in agreement, they knew this was a big decision. "Alright, good luck" the chief's wife said, coming up to hug Peter and Danny, Feather and Night Sparrow doing the same.
"Thanks, good luck to you to." He said before he walked out of the tent. They headed back towards the still darkened tree home, and hurried inside.
Getting another candle from the kitchen, and lighting it, Peter placed Danny on the ground and started lighting candles all around the home.
Danny watched as his father entered his parents' bedroom and came out with two bags. Going back and forth between Danny's room and the master bedroom, Peter packed the two bags full of things they would need. Danny watched curiously as food, clothes and other essential stuff was stuffed into the bags.
Finally, they were zippered and thrown over Peter's shoulders. "Ready Danny?" asked Peter happily. A smile came to Danny's lips and he ran up to his father and clasped his hand in his. "Are you sure you want to come?" Peter asked as they came out into the cool night air once more.
Danny's smile grew and with that, Peter lifted Danny on his back and with one last look, Peter shot into the air. Danny held tight as they got higher and higher in the sky, he looked back once to see Neverland to be noting more then a speak in the sea. Danny then shrieked with delight. "We're going to Lon-don" he shouted happily, this making Peter's smile grow at the boy's excitement. "Hold on tight!" Peter advised the boy and both tightened their hold as they felt themselves become sucked into the portal.
Sunlight finally peaked its way over the wondrous city of London. It awakened all to a new and busy day, including the Darlings who yet to learn their daughter is back!.
The sunlight also seeped through the open window, and unto the face of a sleeping girl. As the sunlight finally reached her eyes, Wendy gave a slight groan, trying not to give in to the awakening rays.
But after much persuasion, Wendy lifted a hand to her eyes, and slowly began to rub the sleep still plaguing her eyes. With a yawn and a stretch, she slowly began to open her eyes, knowing that she had to face her energetic son sometime.
Thinking she'd see the walls of the master bedroom, and the arms Peter usually had around her waist, it gave her quite a shock to see purple paint in a normal bedroom. In fear, Wendy shot up, and found that she was indeed not in the tree home. She wasn't sure where she was.
Her hand suddenly brushed across the bed she laid on, and was surprised to find it silk. This confused Wendy. A sudden breeze caught her attention to the window. She rushed over to it, and gazed out, only to be surprised to see the busy morning streets of London.
"What am I doing back in London?" she asked herself. Only to be interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. In fear, Wendy grabbed the closest thing to her: a lone book on the desk, and slowly walked towards the door.
"Wendy, would you like some…." A voice came to her from behind the door, and Wendy was even more surprised to see who'd come in. In surprise, Wendy suddenly dropped the book to the maroon carpeted floor.
She couldn't believe her eyes. "Aunt Millicent?".
Author: Please reveiw.