Author: I know this might be a bit boring, but this is just the "prologue" for some of the stuff that Danny will find out about Wendy's past in the next couple of chappies!. Thanks so much for your reviews...Im gonna get this thing done within March!. Hopefully!. Thanks again, enjoy!.
Peter and Danny watched curiously as all the Darlings instantly rushed to the fallen man's side. Mrs. Darling practically begging her husband to come back to them, the boys all watching, quite worried.
Confused, Danny turns towards his also confused father. "Was that suppose to happen father?" the boy asked, his curious eyes never leaving the Darling group. "I don't think so" Peter whispered back. He thought Mr. Darling a harsher reaction to the news, like a very angered face and a yelling, maybe even a beating.
But Peter was somewhat proud and happy that Mr. Darling had collapsed the way he did. 'Maybe he'd get over it!' Peter thought to himself happily. However, Peter was still quite new to the ways that people might take some things. Danny had yet to learn.
"Oh, nothings working, lets take him to bed!" Mrs. Darling said frightened. With a loud whistle, Nana barged into the room and instantly took her fallen master by the back of the collar and pulled him towards the bed, Mrs. Darling and the boys, all helping in resting the man onto the nearest bed.
"Alright!" Mrs. Darling said, turning back towards the new arrivals. "Shall we get you settled?." She asked, her face still flushed, and a twitching smile at the corner of her lip. "Far away from George, you know give him his space while you can still manage to escape…." She said, almost to herself.
"If possible" she muttered as she and the boys filed out of the room.
Now alone once more, Danny turned to his father. "What was that all about?" the boy asked slowly, still quite confused over the events. "Trust me Danny…"Peter began, somewhat in the same tone as Mrs. Darling. "You do not want to be here when that man wakes up!" Peter advised, keeping a wide eye to Mr. Darling, almost expecting him to suddenly awake.
Danny watched as his father moved slowly to the bedroom door, still keeping an close eye on the unconscious man. Once all by himself, Danny turned back to the book he had found upon their arrival. It seemed to have fallen on its face, the book fallen to a certain section of the book. Picking it back up, Danny investigated the book closer.
The young boy marvelled at the writing in it, remembering watching his own mother quietly scribbling something down during the dead of the night. Danny had watched her, as her attentions stayed to her writing, so intently she didn't even notice her son awake. Danny always wondered what she could have written in that book, but she never took up her writing since that night. He even remembered watching her sigh deeply as she carefully folded over the cover and walked over to a chest they used to keep in their home.
Danny watched curiously as she placed it in there, before locking it up and then sighing sleepily as she joined her husband in their room. He wondered why she'd only had the passion to write only that night and again after. But maybe, this was another one of those books his mother had written before she left her home forever.
Danny also remembered his mother telling him that she had tons of story books she used to love to read back in her old home. She'd re-tell them to him every night, but he still wished she'd brought the books. Maybe this was one of them!. Only, it was his mother's own version?. Danny smiled to himself. He'd keep the book, and enjoy the wondrous tale his mother had left behind.
Finally deciding on this, a sudden deep groan from the man on the bed caused the boy to suddenly jolt out of the room to find where his father and the woman had gone. They hadn't gotten far, for as soon as Danny appeared out in the hallway, he saw the group at the other side of the hall. The woman pointing out to Peter, that this was to be his room for the time being.
"Ah!. There you are, Danny!" the woman said with a bit of uneasiness. "Come dear, and we shall show you your room!" she waved him over, Danny however, not moving from his spot. Glancing suspiciously towards his father for some kind of sign, Danny finally moved slowly towards the woman once Peter gave a nod.
"….and you Daniel, will be staying in your mother's old room" Mrs. Darling explained gleefully. Turning the knob, she slowly let the door creek open to let the boy see inside. Danny was not impressed!. The room was very girly like, with pink all over the walls and frills all over the linens. "I can't sleep here, its too girly!" Danny complained suddenly.
Mrs. Darling gave a frown. "I know darling, but it's the only place left for you!" the woman reasoned. "There's no more room in the nursery and this is the only room left for visitors, we weren't exactly expecting you!" Mrs. Darling said, again with the uneasiness. She shot a worried look over her shoulder at Peter, who gave her a frown and a shrug. "Besides, its only for the time being dear!" she said, the happiness back in her voice. With a sigh, Danny agreed and walked slowly into the very girly room.
"Get yourself settled and I'll call you when supper is ready!" Mrs. Darling called from the doorway, watching Danny scan the room with displeasure.
"Oh, and please stay out of the nursery!" she warned, with more worry then aggression. With a small smile, Mrs. Darling finally closed over the door and left the young boy by himself.
Finally being alone once more, Danny returned to surveying the room. He just couldn't understand how a woman as strong, adventurous and outgoing as his mother could live in a room like this for so long!. Danny laughed to himself, 'no wonder she left this place to go live with Father!' he thought to himself.
Absent-mindedly throwing the forgotten book onto the frilly bed in the corner, Danny continued his investigation on foot. Meaning that he went up and observed everything in the room by close up and touch. 'Maybe this is what mother was talking about when she was telling me about "girly things" ' Danny thought to himself.
He'd just investigated the desk, with a full length mirror propped carefully onto it, the boy taking great pleasure in amusing himself with his reflection.
That is until he found even more enjoyment in the cosmetics that lined the desktop.
Danny trying out different powders and creams onto his face and sometimes arms, laughing at his new reflection. He even tried out the hair clips, although trying them out on his nose first, before realizing their true purpose. However, he had a good laugh at himself before finding a box of tissue to wipe his face clean.
Moving on, Danny came across a bookshelf next, and quickly scanning through the titles he'd never read before. He came to the decision to read them later, if he had the time, and next moved on to the closet. This seemed to fascinate the boy the most!. Slowly opening the double doors with caution, Danny was very joyful to see clothes hanging there!.
Grabbing the first thing that came to his interest, Danny took it out and observed it. It seemed to look like one of his mother's dresses, but they were unlike the ones she kept in their home back in Neverland. These ones were heavier, longer and more fancy then the ones hanging in his parents' closet.
Danny fingered the material curiously, finding that it was very silky, and soon found himself rubbing the soft material against the skin of his cheek.
He suddenly wished that Wendy had brought more of these back home, but figured that they were too fancy for the native island, they'd get dirty easily.
Suddenly becoming quite bored with the fancy new dress, Danny absently through the dress over his shoulder, which landed in a crumpled heap on the floor behind him as the boy continued to rummage through the closet. Flipping through all the dresses, Danny came across Wendy's school uniform, play clothes, some parts of costumes she kept in there, and shoes.
All of them ending up like the first dress on the floor, the carpet now littered with crumpled up clothing that Wendy had once kept so clean and proper. Suddenly, Danny came upon one of Wendy's corsets, but being the native boy to English society, he didn't know what it was!.
Curiously, Danny began to examine it with great interest. Stretching it as long as he could, he enjoyed its length and wondered if it could be used as a sling shot!. He then took notice of the strings dangling from the loop holes, and took interest in them.
Experimenting with them, Danny pulled them and was amazed at the change in the bodice, the tighter it got, the shorter it became!. Happily, Danny continued his little game of stretching it out and tightening it again, not even noticing that a figure was suddenly watching him from the doorway.
"What in the hell do you think your doing?" a angered voice suddenly thundered through the room, catching the boy off guard, and Danny suddenly dropping the garment to the ground. Danny turned to see Mr. Darling at the door, his face more red then when he first discovered him and Peter in the nursery.
"You little brat!. How dare you come into my daughter's room and start destroying all her things!" Mr. Darling began to yell, taking huge steps towards the boy, gazing angrily around the room to see what damage had been done. Mr. Darling's face only got more redder as he saw all the things out of place, after they'd kept their daughter's room so clean after her departure. "You little heathen! Devil's child!." Mr. Darling barked angrily, finally coming face to face with the boy.
"You shall pick this mess up right this instant or I shall…." Mr. Darling started, bearing his hot, gruesome breath and angrily clenched teeth towards the boy, lifting a hand to use as an example of the consequences of the boy's rude actions. "You will not lay a hand on my son!" another voice boomed from the doorway.
Both turned to suddenly see Peter standing firmly at the doorway, his face darkened with anger as he bared down at Mr. Darling, a evil twinkle in his eye. "For if you do, I shall have you down on the ground and your throat slit before you could even blink!" Peter's voice showed much more warning then Mr. Darling's.
Mr. Darling suddenly backing away from the boy to stare down at Peter, as Peter was now doing to him. "You took away my daughter, had a child, and now you want me to let your demon child destroy all that I have left to remember my daughter?" Mr. Darling suddenly shouted this question to the man at the door.
"There's nothing wrong with a little curiosity!" Peter countered with a smirk. "Besides, Wendy's not gone from you forever, she's here in London, that's why we've returned!" Peter said smugly, however his lips suddenly turned into a scowl. "…..don't you ever dishonour my son. You are the one who's the heathen, and if any, he got it from you!" Peter spat back.
Mr. Darling was about to retort back angrily, except the moment was disturbed when the hammering of young feet came thundering down the hall behind Peter, and eight little heads appeared. "Father!. So glad your up, are you three coming to dinner?" Curly suddenly questioned, the tension could have been cut by a knife.
There was silence, the boys thinking that Peter and their father hadn't heard them, or ignored them and were both plotting to destroy each other any moment now. "Yes, in a moment boys!" Mr. Darling agreed, never taking his eyes away from Peter's narrowed ones. "Danny, go with them!" Peter suddenly ordered, taking the boy off guard.
However, slowly the boy inched away towards the door, where he was suddenly grabbed and taken out of there quickly. "I'm not done with you yet Pan!" Mr. Darling spat, the man easing off to somewhat. Peter doing the same once he sensed no more danger coming from Mr. Darling.
"I will not stop until you are satisfied with me" Peter suddenly said, he seemed to be much more calmer, his body relaxed and no more anger seemed to be illuminating from his eyes. "But if I had it my way, I'd say to battle to the death. However, I know how much Wendy means to you and so I shall try and settle this dispute more civilized!" Peter said, extending his hand for Mr. Darling to shake.
"Don't you think so sir?" Peter questioned once he saw that Mr. Darling hadn't made a move. "Yes, I do agree" Mr. Darling said, taking Peter's hand firmly. "It's the best for our families" Mr. Darling continued, and the men shook on it. "But if you ever threaten me, or my son again, not even Wendy will be able to save you!" Peter suddenly spat, the anger back in his voice.
With that, Peter angrily broke their handshake and with a little glare towards Mr. Darling, turned and marched out of the room, leaving Mr. Darling somewhat baffled. Shaking it off, Mr. Darling straightened himself and also marched very dignified out of his daughter's former bedroom.
Dinner was somewhat eventful!. The former lost boys had taken up their unusual behaviour from when they first arrived. They, along with Peter and Danny, ignoring the use of the silverware and just using their hands to grab at their dinner. The Darling boys, re-telling the new young boy with their own adventures of the magical Island, while Danny himself told his own.
On the other hand, Mrs. Darling ignored her sons' rudeness and just ate quietly pretending they weren't even there. However, a few times, she'd look out of the corner of her eye to watch Peter and Mr. Darling carefully.
Peter seemed to be doing the same as her, ignoring the loud noise unless he was called upon to tell the former lost boys of his newest adventures.
Mr. Darling however, sat at his end of the table, absently cutting and chewing at his food, never taking his eyes off of Peter with his stare. It wasn't an evil stare, just a blank one, Mrs. Darling and Peter didn't even know if he noticed himself!. But, there was definitely tension from Danny, as the boy also watched this with great discomfort.
Finally, it was time for bed. Peter aided Nana and Mrs. Darling with getting the excited boys to their beds, and taking Wendy's usual place of telling them a bedtime story. Then, when finally away in their dream land, Peter smiled upon them, suddenly missing them, but couldn't hope for a better home for them then with the Darlings.
Danny had taken up his own little bedtime story. With his mother somewhere else in the large city, and his father spending some quality time with his former comrades he missed having with them in Neverland. Danny didn't mind, he was curious to learn more about his mother's former life. Plus, it kept him away from Mr. Darling, who still hadn't calmed down.
Millicent's home
"Oh yes, that would be fantastic Mrs. Stevens!" Millicent said gleefully through the receiver, a wide smile crossed her lips. "Oh, its no problem at all!" she reassured the woman. "Yes, we'll be there!. See you soon then!" she said happily, and with a quick goodbye, she delicately placed the phone back into its place.
As she turned away from the phone, Millicent gave a sigh. Its been days since she's "abducted" as her lovely niece likes to spit at her puts it, the girl from that imaginary island she claimed to call home. She also lied about the death of both her niece's husband, who Millicent dreaded terribly, and her, as Millicent put it, savagely drowned out son.
And as usual, Millicent felt no guilt for lying, not even to her own flesh and blood!. In her way of thinking, she had no choice but to lie, to keep her niece in civilized places and to set her straight again from the savage-like life that Millicent is convinced she had. However, a small smirk came to the large woman's lips.
On the phone with her was Mrs. Stevens, another one of the richest people in London!. The Steven's, the Keating's and another family were the three most powerful families, and Millicent planned to hit all three!. However, it would be hard since Wendy's locked herself on her room for the past couple of days now!. Aunt Millicent gave a sigh and shook her head. 'What am I to do with her', she thought disapprovingly.
Wendy sat on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her forehead rested on her knees and her arms clasped tightly around them. Her hair acted as a curtain to shield anyone from her, she did not want anyone to see her like this.
If she was to lift her face, one would see that her face was deathly pale, not having seen sunlight since her unexpected departure from her island. Tear stains also lined her cheeks, giving her already ghostly look a even dangerous turn. Her hair limp, all colour lost, once in a while her stomach would lurch violently, also not having touched food in a while.
She couldn't help it, she was in deep depression. Since her attack on her aunt, she'd locked herself in there, refusing to eat, or even venture outside the room, let alone to house. However, she'd wonder around the room, sometimes settle next to the window, and cry as the wind gently soothed the hot tears running down her face.
Many things ran through her head, mostly the news of not only Peter and Danny's death, but the death of the whole island!. How could that be, she would wonder. However, the memories of the haunting voices that used to lurk around the island during the nights, still plagued her, they still made her shiver.
Not only that, but she knew her body wasn't taking the depression too well. Sometimes her stomach would jerk so violently, her whole body would shake. She also couldn't sleep which had caused her to lighten and cause dark circles to form under her eyes. To anyone, she might seem a zombie.
However, that wasn't the only worry running through Wendy's mind. Besides the violent grumbling of her stomach, pains also started to erupt her. She felt bloated, and weak, and she couldn't remember the last time she had her last menstruations since Danny's birth. She just hoped her conclusions were wrong, but only time will tell.
Finding herself suddenly curled up at the window seat once more, she was knocked from her thoughts by a loud knock on the door. "Wendy, dear?" came the sweetened voice of her dreadful aunt. Wendy rolled her eyes, hasn't she learned her lesson yet, she thought to herself.
"Wendy, I need to speak with you!" her aunt called again. "What is it?. I told you I didn't wish to see you!" Wendy yelled back. "….or hear you, in this case!" she'd whisper to herself. "Well darling, this is important!" her aunt continued her sweet act. This made Wendy give a small chuckle. 'Now she sounds like my mother!' she chuckled.
"Fine!. What is it?" she answered, Wendy turning back to the window, ready to shut her aunt's babble out. "Well dear, you've been locked up in that room for many a day now!" Millicent explained. "….and by now, I would say it would be effecting your nutrition!" the woman went on.
"Yes?" Wendy answered, getting the usual feeling in her stomach when her aunt says something Wendy must rebel against. "….and I think you should also get out more so I've arranged a meeting with a possible suitor!" Millicent explained again, ready for the fireworks that were about to erupt.
As usual, Wendy boiled!. She had gotten the news that both her husband and son were killed only a few days ago, and her aunt has already thought to take possession of her future. "Aunt, you cannot do that!. My husband has just died!" Wendy screeched through the door, having come down from her perch to scream at the door.
"Yes dear, but you must move on!" her aunt started to boil back at her. "That savage of a man you called a husband has gone, and now we need to direct you to your true future!" Millicent said proudly. "Which in your case, would be what?" Wendy aggressively shouted back, her arms crossing. "Which would be Daniel Stevens!" Millicent again stated proudly.
Wendy's face turned into a even bigger scowl then before. This was getting out of hand. "The department clerk's son!" she shrieked. "What, are you to sell me off to every rich family's son in this town, or shall I have to kill myself first?" Wendy retorted.
"Do whatever you like dear, but the arrangement has already been set!" Millicent started smugly, turning away from the door. "….and there is more than one way to get you out of that room, my dear!" Millicent retorted proudly, and with an arrogant smirk, turned to go down the stairs.
More tears came to Wendy's eyes, as she realized that she was caught, and she'd have to face the reality of London life once again. "Enjoy your grieving while you may!" she heard Millicent call from afar. Slowly, Wendy leaned herself against the door, and slowly slid down the door. Resuming the position she'd done on the bed early, thoughts racing through her head. 'You horrid little bitch of an aunt of mine, you will pay for this', Wendy cursed in her mind, the hot tears that had pooled around her eyes now streaming down her face.
Author: Sorry guys, it gets better!. Promise!. Thanks anyways and please review!. You guys are great!. Loves ya!.