Author: All I can say is...I hope you enjoy!. Now, the beginning might be a bit boring, but bear with me ok?. It will get better...I hope!. Thanks again for your awsome reviews!. Keep it up, and maybe we'll get through this!. Anyways, Enjoy!.
It was well past the hour of nine, and Danny still lay there in the burning candlelight, thrown into the wonderful adventure of the book he was reading. What made it even more enjoyable was that he'd found his mother's old journal.
Danny would marvel at how his mother described the night she had first met his father, and all the adventures they'd had upon first arriving to the magical Island. Along with all the thoughts and feelings Wendy described while they stayed there. The battles with Captain Hook seemed to grab the boy's attention the most, seeing as he's never met him.
However, as the book went on, and the settings changed from Neverland to London, Danny became concerned and saddened for his mother. Tears would come to his eyes as Wendy's writings would describe life after their second adventure, and the trials that she and her family had to go through with the kiss mark and such.
But what concerned Danny the most, was someone called "Aunt Millicent". Now, Danny has never seen her, but by the way his mother and father used to describe very little of her, was quite terrifying. And now, he finds his mother describing how her aunt would talk about "perfect matches" with other young suitors.
Danny found reading his mother's old journal a fascinating roller coaster of fantastic and thrilling events of the past. Happy that it was one of those stories with a happy ending….but still without an end. But by the way Wendy describes Aunt Millicent's deeds in her journal, the mysterious and sneaky aunt might be the connection to finding Wendy now.
Danny read over carefully of the things his mother describes about what her aunt has done and tried during the past. "They seem to be connected to "suitors"" Danny said to himself. "But what's a suitor?" the boy asked in confusion. Suddenly, the door creaked open to reveal Mrs. Darling, a look of surprise slipped onto her face.
"Daniel Michael Darling Pan" she spoke clearly, having learned the full name from Peter, although turning out to be a tongue twister. "I thought I spotted a light still aflame!" she chided. "What are you still doing up?" she marched over to the bed to see what the young boy was looking at.
"Oh!. Mrs. Darling!" Danny said getting up into a sitting position on the bed. "I found the most wonderful book lying in the Nursery, and I thought I'd read it as a bedtime story…" Danny explained hurriedly, thinking himself in trouble. "…seeing as my mother is not here, and my father is busy" Danny regained breath and started again slowly.
Mrs. Darling gave the young boy a sad look of sympathy, not quite getting the message as Danny saw it. "Are you feeling neglected now that your mother is gone and your father is paying more attention to my boys?" Mrs. Darling gave the boy a sad look before sitting on the bed and engulfing the boy in a hug.
Danny just sat there held tightly against his grandmother, held with confusion and part frustration. "No, no!." he shouted, pushing his way roughly through the woman's strong arms. Mrs. Darling almost falling of the bed in surprise but quickly regained herself. "I just meant that it's a break from my mother and father….kind of like my own little story book!" Danny explained, having re-gained himself also.
"Well, what do you have?" Mrs. Darling smiled at what Danny said, thinking it cute that her grandson had finally taken interest in a book himself. Gently, she took it from the boy's grip and started to read a couple of sentences neatly written there. Instantly, she found it was her daughter's.
"Why, where ever did you find this?" Mrs. Darling questioned excitedly. "Wendy has been looking for this for ages" the woman's voice filled with joy., "…but she's forgotten all about it once she realized Peter had come back!" Mrs. Darling voice became sad. Shooting a small smile towards the boy beside her, the middle-aged woman settled herself higher on the bed.
"It was Wendy's prized possession!" Mrs. Darling said, becoming lost in the special memories. "I would remember coming in to tell her goodnight, and there she was, sitting up on the bed, her pen dancing along the page, a quirky yet tired smile curved on her lips" Mrs. Darling sighed in memory.
"And she used to tell me all the stories she wrote in there!" Mrs. Darling went on. " About Neverland, and Peter's return, the ball, Aunt Millicent, her father…" Mrs. Darling started naming off numerous things she'd remember Wendy say. "All about the major turning points in her life!" Mrs. Darling would finish.
Danny watched with enjoyment, as the once small smile at the corner of her lips would suddenly dash across her face." I always knew mother was so adventurous" Danny started. "I would remember her telling some of them to get me to sleep…" Danny also became lost in memories. "…but none of them I really put to memory, so I enjoyed her re-telling them in this book" Danny said happily, gesturing to the journal still in Mrs. Darling's hands.
The smile seemed to widen across Mrs. Darling's face. "Wendy also said she'd keep it safe!. For when she had children, she'd want them to know about what their mother was like when she was younger!" Mrs. Darling said, leaning foreheads with Danny as they both laughed of the irony of the comment.
They shared a quick laugh, and silence swept the room, as the two broke apart. Mrs. Darling giving a sigh. "…and just look at her now!. Loving husband, wonderful child!." Mrs. Darling gazed lovingly down at the boy beside her. "…and queen!. What more could she ask for?" the woman joked again, this time tickling the boy's side.
Again the quaint room was thrown into laughter, until Danny's mind became plagued with the burning question. "Mrs. Darling, do you think we'll ever see mother again?" Danny questioned curiously, innocence of a young boy etched all over his face. The smile suddenly disappeared from Mrs. Darling's face.
"Why, of course Danny!" she said with a bit of outrage. "Whatever gave you the idea that you would not?" Mrs. Darling questioned, almost as innocently as the boy. "Why, if your father has anything to say about this, he'll get her back!. I promise you, Danny!" Mrs. Darling continued. At this, Danny's eyes lowered to a dark cloudy and bit his bottom lip in preparation of what would come next.
"Well ma'am!…" Danny started but was suddenly cut of once more by Mrs. Darling. "Please dear, call me grandmother, or granny!" she said with a smile. "I've waited so long to hear you say that!" she continued in a seemingly dreamy way. Danny swallowed nervously but nodded happily.
"Grandmother.." he began again. "What I meant was, we have no idea where mother has gone!. I tried asking father, but he just seemed so intent on coming here!" Danny began, the worry very evident in his young voice. "The only real clue I've gotten is this "Aunt Millicent" person!" Danny said, with a bit more excitement, taking the book and flipping to one of the pages where the lady is mentioned.
Mrs. Darling takes it curiously and begins to read the contents. It's recalling the time they found the "kiss mark" on Wendy's cheek, and how Millicent would fuss about finding the young man responsible. But as she reads on, she finds that Wendy has mentioned her aunt wanting her to see more suitors, in case they didn't find the boy.
As Mrs. Darling finished, she lowered the book, and seemed to be once more in thought. "I do believe your on to something darling!" she began slowly. Suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, Mrs. Darling smiled down at the boy and ran her fingers lovingly through the boy's soft brown hair.
"Good job, we'll inform your father tomorrow!" she continued, getting up from the bed and gently tucking the blankets around the boy. "Now get some rest!. You have an exciting day tomorrow!" Mrs. Darling said with a smile, though worry still etched in her voice. Danny didn't refuse. He snuggled under the blankets as his grandmother finished tucking them around him.
Danny then watched as the woman gently placed a good night kiss on his forehead, before walking gracefully over to the bedside table, and doing the same back to the door, the candle in hand. "Good night, darling!" She called sweetly to the drowsy boy. "Good night, grandmother!" Danny called back before he was thrown into the wonderful dimensions of his dreams.
With a small smile, Mrs. Darling carefully closed the door over, throwing the room into the darkness of Danny dreams. Mary let against the door for a moment, letting the small tears that pricked her eyes gently fall down her cheeks.
She wiped them away hurriedly, before checking the nursery for any other non-sleepers, and Peter's room. Finally, after preparing herself for bed, climbed in, and with a joyful sigh, pinched out the candle. Oh, how she waited so long for someone to call her a grandmother!.
Morning was just as busy and noisy as ever!. The boy crowded around the dining table, filled with many different varieties of breakfast foods. Peter, Danny and George Darling among them. The lost boys seemed to take up their old habits of playing with their food before eating. Along with yelling and screaming with their mouths open!.
Danny found this rather amusing, having been raised to never do that sort of barbaric behaviour at their own home. But having seen it happen now, was quite the entertainment for the boy. Peter and Mr. Darling however, didn't find it one bit amusing. Once, when called upon to join in, Peter would politely refuse and just shoot a small smile to the boys.
Mr. Darling was quite taken by this!. He'd thought that because he was now reunited with his former men, that the now young adult might join in with the childish games. But maybe now that he was a father, Peter had learned the responsibilities of an adult?. . Mr. Darling kept watch on the young father from the corner of his eye, just in case.
Finally, the last course of the meal was served and the breakfast dishes were hurriedly piled into the kitchen sink, kisses of gratitude where issued upon the mother, and the boy ran out. "What are we to do today Peter?" Tootles asked excitedly, the others crowded around him, waiting for a decision.
"Um, boys!" Peter started uneasily. "I was hoping to catch up with my old "adoptive" family, the Keatings" Peter explained slowly. " Seeing as I'm back for a while, I thought it would be nice to see them!" Peter said proudly.
Some of the boys' faces dropped at this, but they shook their heads in understanding.
"Maybe when I get back we can play a good ol' game of "Hook"?" Peter suggested happily. Now all of the boys perked up and yelled excitedly at the old game. "We'll be up stairs in the Nursery then!" Michael piped up, already with a wooden sword in hand. Peter and Danny watched as the group raced back up the stairs.
Looking back at the stairs once more, Peter turned to face his son. "Ready?" he questioned excitedly, yet a nervous smile twitched at his lips. Danny gave his father a nod of encouragement, and with a nervous sigh, Peter turned the knob and the boys were out the door. The sun hit their tired eyes, but they soon brushed it off and begun on their walk.
"What are these people like father?" Danny questioned curiously as they made their way down the street. "They are, um!" Peter began even more nervously. "They're….nice!. Very nice!" Peter concluded finally with a small smile. However, Danny was not quite convinced.
Finally, they made it to the large manor just down the road from the Darlings' average home. Peter walked nervously up the stone steps, his legs feeling like jelly, as Danny followed close behind, yet entranced with the loveliness of the home. With another sigh, Peter rang the ever too familiar bell and waited impatiently.
Danny kept looking around at the humongous house, suddenly wishing that they had something like this back in Neverland. Suddenly, a click could be heard from the door, as it started to creek open. Peter stood rigid, putting a smile onto his face at the sight of seeing the old butler, Jones.
However, when the door opened enough, the sight that came before them was not the usual, overly large, stick figured butler Peter remembered, but a black haired boy, around the age of 18. Peter's nerves suddenly completely took over his body as they boy greeted them with a smile. "May I help you?"
Her conclusions were confirmed. She remembers the symptoms well. Who could forget a event such as this?. It was all there in front of her, and now she had to face the truth. But how could she?. She has no one left!.
That is, except her snooty aunt always dragging her around Bloomsbury, showing her seemingly, "oh-so-perfect" niece around to her friends with available bachelors. Aunt Millicent was convinced one of them was a perfect match!.
Wendy sat on the window seat as usual, her legs curled up to her chest, her back to the door. A sudden churning in her stomach once more takes Wendy by surprise and her breathing becomes laboured as she tries to fight off the pain. It all gets worse as there is a sudden knock on the door. "Wendy, Wendy dear!" came the sing song voice of her aunt.
Lately, Wendy found that Millicent had tried to stay on her niece's good side, leaving her alone to her room, letting her sulk, letting her eat her dinner in the confinements of her choice. The only thing was, she'd drag her around the town every afternoon!. That was were they'd spend their time chatting with Millicent's friends Wendy hasn't seen in 5 years.
That is including Jessie Cook. But she'd seemed to change, as Wendy found!. Ever since they'd taken her back from Neverland, Wendy found a actual sweetness in Jessie. Sometimes, she'd invite Wendy over for tea and they would chat about anything at all and still have a laugh!. Wendy almost found a new friend in the lady.
"Wendy, why aren't you dressed?" Aunt Millicent suddenly barged into the room and started to chide her niece. "We're suppose to meet the ladies in fifteen minutes!. Hurry up now!" Millicent said, grabbing Wendy's hand and shoving her towards the closet, totally ignoring the look of pain still etched on the girl's face.
"Sorry Aunt, but I'm not feeling too well!" Wendy began slowly, keeping a hand onto her stomach. "I think I might be…"she began but her absent minded aunt ignored her and made her way to the closet. "Come now Wendy!. Sick?. Sick with grief does not count my dear!" Millicent started again.
Wendy tried to explain but Millicent cut her off once more. "All you have to do is forget about the silly life you had before and start living in the real world, here, where you belong!" Millicent advised, burying herself into the clothes. "But Aunt, I-" Wendy began her usual explanation but this time was cut off by a piece of fabric suddenly shoved in her face.
"Now, put this on, do your hair and make up, and be down stairs in ten minutes!" Millicent stated quickly before hurriedly making her way towards the door. Once more Wendy tried explaining but her snooty aunt had already closed the door on her. With a sigh, Wendy turned towards the full-length mirror at one side of the room and gazed at her reflection sadly.
"What am I to do?" she questioned herself sadly, letting a few tears run down her still pale cheeks. "This was suppose to be happy" Wendy told herself again. She watched herself place a gentle hand on her stomach, and pat it gently. "But now I feel more alone then ever!" she practically whispered.
With another sigh, Wendy did as she was told. She put on the lovely light purple sundress, careful not to pull the strings to tight around herself. She did her hair and make up, carefully applying the powder to hide her silent tears as she always did. Picked up her matching hat, fan and handbag.
With one last look at her reflection, so perfect, so pretty, she could have anyone in the world, and she felt so alone, helpless, no where's to go. She felt like a china doll, always to stay on the shelves and to never be touched, in fear of breaking. That's how she felt right now.
Just a mention of her past life, and she feels she might break down into a million tears, maybe even attempt at killing herself with the nearest, sharpest object. She didn't care about what publicity it would cause, she just wanted to escape!. Escape from all the pretending and having to enjoy being pretty in hopes of attracting a mate that will not be true. Like she escaped before.
But then Aunt Millicent's words once more rang through her head. Everyone, Peter, Danny, Neverland, was all dead and gone!. She couldn't go back!. She was stuck in the same prison she was for almost all her life, before she found out there was something more!. Was this the end for her?.
Would she be forced into the pretend life she'd dread she'd end up having?. Will she ever have true love, true happiness ever again?. Or could she find another way of escaping this hell other then attempted suicide?. She found that she'd need a miracle. Maybe Smee, or Peter's friends could help her once more!. But then again, its been 5 years!.
Wendy couldn't help but feel like she had no hope left!. No ray of hope, or a friendly hand. Not as long as Aunt Millicent is there to guard her!. She didn't even think her own parents could get her out of this!. They probably don't eve know she's here!. And by the time they do know, it would probably be too late!.
The sun hit them directly, causing them to shield their faces with their gloved hands. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" Aunt Millicent acted kindly, a bright smile placed stupidly on her lips, as she gracefully opened her parasol. "Yes. Delightful!" Wendy said frustrated, also opening her parasol and following her aunt onto the streets.
It may have been the heat, but as the two walked gracefully down the busy streets of the town, Wendy could have sworn that they passed by familiar faces. An old man with a smart looking suit and cane was mistaken for Smee, but a shake of the head found that it was some wealthy old business man.
Also, a group of school boys just coming out of school for the afternoon, was mistaken for Peter's friends, also by the way the one who seemed to lead the group, looked at her with a strange, quiet smile. She'd remembered the same one that Danny gave her those many years ago.
Wendy shook her head once more. "Stop it, your losing it!" she told herself sternly. With another look around her to make sure she absolutely wasn't going crazy, she followed her aunt to the teashop where they usually sat down for the afternoon tea.
As usual, the ladies would laugh at jokes only seemingly funny to them, and discuss the latest fashions going around the town. Jessie however, would sometimes stop suddenly in the laughter to gaze sadly down at the girl beside Millicent.
"Are you alright dear?" she'd question. Wendy instantly snapped out of her depressing trance and smile sweetly and assure she was fine. "Oh, she's just still depressed the young man she was seeing just suddenly ran off with another!" Millicent giggled to her own lie. The others seemed to go along with it, but Jessie seemed immune.
"That's terrible!" Jessie would add in. "Weren't you two engaged?" Jessie continued, stressing the word "engaged" so that the other ladies got the point. Now, Jessie knew the truth, having heard the news from the Darlings, but just wished that her former best friend would stop the lies.
Wendy was about to answer, when cut off by Millicent yet again. "Yes they were, but the stupid little devil thought someone else better then my little Wendy!" Millicent added, touching Wendy's chin affectionately. The others cooed and awed over this, but Wendy and Jessie just shot evil glares Millicent's way.
"Well Millicent, I'm afraid it is time for us to pick up or grandsons, don't you Lillian?" One of the woman suddenly stood and gestured for the other to do the same. "Yes Marguerite, it is about that time!" said Lillian, both woman quickly grabbing their matching scarves.
"Oh, grandsons!. How lovely!" Millicent suddenly added in, not noticing the women's' hurry. "How about a date?. I'm sure they'd love to meet my niece?" Millicent added, again touching Wendy's face affectionately. Lillian declined, saying that her grandson had already met someone pleasant.
"Oh, that would be lovely!. I'm sure Andrew will just love to meet you!" Marguerite added in the sweetest voice. Millicent gave a smile. "Great, Let's say…three thirty on Wednesday?" Millicent decided. "Oh, that's wonderful!. He should be free by then. With all the piano lessons he's been taking!" Marguerite added in to Wendy.
Wendy smiled of appreciation. "Great, see you then Millicent, Wendy!" the lady waved as she walked away. Finally, the three remaining sat there in silence. "Well. Aren't you excited!. You have a date in two days!" Millicent said happily. Wendy gave a small sigh. "Aunt, I have to tell you something!" she began slowly.
However, her aunt was busy thinking of new dresses they were to buy for Wednesday afternoon. "….and maybe we can even convince him to have a dinner!. Oh, another one for that now!" Millicent went on. "Aunt!" Wendy finally shouted. "Yes Wendy?" Millicent said in the totally innocent voice.
"I have to tell you something, something very important!" Wendy said, taking all her nerves not to just take it all out, and suddenly punch her aunt in the face. "Yes Wendy, what is it?" she asked, keeping the innocence on her face as she sipped her tea. Wendy took a glance to Jessie before taking another breath and beginning.
"Well you see!" Wendy began. "Um, I only found out a few days ago, but…." Wendy said slowly, not sure how it would all play out. "Go on dear" Jessie advised with a friendly smile, Wendy returning it. "You see, I'm…." Wendy said but paused for a breath. "I'm…. pregnant!" Wendy suddenly blurted, the table remaining silent.
Author:Hope it wasn't too boring!. Anyways, thanks for reading it atleast, please review!. If you have any questions...again, reviews!. Hope you enjoyed it!.Thanks!