Author:Hey!. It's been soo busy that I never found the time to upate, so sorry!. Hopefully this will make up for it!. Now, it has some language in it so, yeah. Just a warning!. Anyways...thanks so much for your support!.
I'm hoping to get this done in April/May...maybe, but hopefully it won't come to that!. Anyways, thanks again and I hope you enjoy!.
Peter stood there, frozen with confusion swiped all over his face. The boy in front of him had short chocolate brown hair, his eyes a mixture of green and blue, hidden behind oval glasses perched on his nose. He wore a navy blue sweater and very dressy pants.
"May I help you?" he questioned again, perking his brow in question, sending both the strangers in front of him confused looks for they hadn't moved or spoken since he opened the door. Danny watched on. His gaze turning to the new teen and then back to his father curiously.
"Hello, dad?" Danny said, giving a little nudge to his father as to bring him back to reality. "Uh!. Yeah…." Peter began uneasily, shocking the other two suddenly. "Are…are your parents home?" Peter started, his voice shaking with nerves. Again, the boy at the door stared at him curiously, before then raising both brows in thought.
"Um, I think my mother is still in the house…" the boy began, thinking things through. "But I do believe that my father is out on business" the boy finished. "Um, would you mind if I had a word with your mother?" Peter budged in quickly. The boy was taken off guard, before resuming his curious stance.
"Alright, what's your name?" the boy suddenly questioned. "Peter…" he answered quickly. With a small nod of his head, the boy extended his hand to them. "I'm Andrew!" he said politely. "Andrew Keating!". A sudden shock seemed to suddenly run through Peter before he finally took Andrew's hand.
"This is Daniel, my son" Peter gestured to the silent boy at his side. "…and you must be the Keating's lost son. I've heard so much about you while I was staying here!" Peter suddenly blurted. The boy's face suddenly turned to shock as he realized the person in front of him.
"You're Peter?." He suddenly asked excitedly. "The Peter Pan I've heard so much about!" he said. Once Peter nodded in agreement, Andrew suddenly pulled Peter in for a hug. This surprised both Peter and Danny greatly. "Well, we're almost like family" Andrew said as he released Peter from his grip.
"Mother will surely love to see you!. She's done nothing but worry about you while you were away!" Andrew admitted. Peter smiled at this, knowing that he's been away too long. Upon hearing about Mrs. Keating, Peter suddenly felt very guilty that he didn't visit sooner.
"Come on, she's just in the drawing room!" Peter suddenly found himself pulled into the large manor, rather roughly, leaving Danny to follow curiously. "I'm sure everyone's dying to see you again!" Andrew said again, pulling Peter through the hall.
Finally, they made it to the drawing room, and Andrew happily pushed the twin oak doors to reveal the very elegant, sunlit room. Peter was then released from Andrew's grip, and he and Danny were allowed to take in the magnificent room. Peter smiled at the sight of it. He surely missed being with the Keating's.
"It's beautiful!" Danny had whispered at his side. "….you used to live here?" he questioned. Peter smiled at the memories he's had in this wonderful place. "This was my favorite room!" Peter admitted absent mindedly.
They suddenly noticed the woman, sitting in the sunlight of one of the large windows in the room. She sat quietly in the rocking chair, a blanket carefully laid out on her lap. A bundle of something in her arms seemed to take her undivided attention. She did not notice them.
Andrew suddenly coughed to excuse the silence. "Um, mother?" he spoke quietly. Peter was surprised that the woman was Mrs. Keating?. He had forgotten all of the wonderfully kind and loving lady that had taken him in.
Anna Keating slowly looked up and caught sight of the three boys.
"Mother, we have company!" Andrew said, a smile slowly slipping to his lips, as he backed away to let Peter step forward. Slowly and shyly, Peter stepped forward, a blush lightly touched his cheeks as he faced the woman that once was like his own mother.
Anna looked at the new man before her. She felt like she'd seen this man before, but somehow just couldn't figure it out. "Peter…." She said to herself as she whispered to herself, trying to track her memory. "Peter…"
However it didn't seem to work.
"Maybe this will help" Peter said slowly walking towards the lady still perched in the rocking chair. As he got closer, Peter realized that the lady he once knew had aged since he's been away, just like he, Wendy and all the others they've left behind while in Neverland. He felt a bit guilty.
Slowly, he leaned into the lady, and she got a good look at his face. Slowly, she unwrapped one hand from her bundle and slowly started to trace over his face with a light finger, as if helping to remember. She suddenly came upon the faded kiss mark.
A gasp suddenly escaped her still rosy lips, her eyes seemed to shine with new hope and new forming tears. "Peter…" she breathed. "Peter, Pan?" she continued slowly. A smile formed on Peter's lips as he knew that she was remembering.
"Is it really you?" she said again, almost wanting to reach up and touch his newly aged face, from when he was a boy. "Yes…" Peter began slowly. "It is me…" he continued. "I'm just sorry I didn't come back sooner!" his smile faded a bit and his voice seem to sadden. Mrs. Keating's smile only grew. "Oh Peter…" she said happily, tears now starting to brim her eyes. "It really doesn't matter!" she said happily, slowly getting up from her chair. "…as long as you found happiness, that's all that matters!" she said.
Andrew quickly came over as she got to her feet, and quickly took the little bundle from his mother, before she could engulf Peter into a well overdue hug. It surprised Peter at first, but soon he relaxed into it, feeling like this lady was like his mother again.
Anna was so happy to have Peter back again. Things just weren't the same without their little Peter here anymore. It was just too quiet. There also wasn't a day that went by that either Anna, or Harry didn't think or mention Peter. It was very hard for the aging couple to coup without Peter. He was like a new found son to them.
Finally, they let out of their warm friendly hug and Mrs. Keating took one more good look at Peter. "You certainly have grown, my boy!" Mrs. Keating said, pulling him in for another hug. "….and how have you been?. Well I suppose?" she asked quickly.
"Yes, I've been very happy with my new family" Peter said, turning to look back at his still silent son but was suddenly broken off by Mrs. Keating once more. "Oh, you married the Darling's daughter?. Oh, how lovely!" she said quickly, pulling Peter in for yet another hug.
"What have you been up to since you left London?" Mrs. Keating quickly asked again. This time, Peter gave a half smile before continuing. Appreciating all the concern and eagerness that the aged lady was portraying but it might be a little much. They all sat down for the telling of Peter's life since he left his newfound family and friends and left with Wendy.
Retelling all about the battle with Wendy's crazed aunt, and Mr. Darling's first refusal for them to marry. Him and Wendy go off to live in Neverland, and get married with the Darling's surprised arrival. Along with the birth of their son (who was finally introduced) and coming back to London.
"Well, that's quite the adventure Peter, honey!" Mrs. Keating said quite giddily. "….and what about you guys?." Peter asked, trying to change the subject, dying to know how the Keating's had turned out without him.
"Well dear…" Mrs. Keating started slowly. "We got back our first son, Andrew!" Mrs. Keating said, gesturing towards the young man sitting in the rocking chair. "….and the excitement of our second son!. Peter!" Mrs. Keating said excitedly.
Both Peter and Danny had been come over with sudden surprise and shock. "Peter?. You named him after me?" Peter said, in sudden shock. Mrs. Keating shook her head excitedly. "We missed you so much, and you were like a part of our family" said Mrs. Keating. "So we wanted a little piece of you here, so we named our second child after you" she explained.
Peter still stood there in shock. "I'm…I'm very honored!" he said with a huge smile. He gazed down at the sleeping child. He was very honored that these wonderful people were blessed with such a wonderful baby boy. Now he didn't seem to feel as guilty. Peter and Danny then stayed for tea, and lost themselves in stories of long ago, when Peter lived in London.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Keating but we really should be going!" Peter suddenly interjected, gulping down his last bit of tea. "Oh, I suppose you do!." She said gleefully, yet somewhat disappointed. "Lots to do I suppose!" she said.
Anna and Andrew stood up, along with Danny and Peter, and the aged woman engulfed the two boys into a warm hug. "You take care of yourself Peter" she whispered in the man's ear. Peter gave a smile. "I will." He promised. "….and I promise to come and visit more often" he agreed. They shared a little laugh and a another hug before the woman and her son walked Peter and Danny to the door.
"I hope to see you again Peter!" Andrew called, as he watched Peter and Danny making there way down the street. "We will meet again!" he called back. "I promise!" he waves back until they finally disappear from view.
"They are really nice people Father!" Danny interjected. Peter gave a smile. "Yes, and I missed them so very much!. We'll go back some other time Danny!" he said, not taking his eyes off of the walk in front of him.
Seeing his father's determined state, Danny questioned him curiously. "Where are we going now Father?" he asked, a brow raised. Peter became more serious as he answered. "To find where that hag has your mother!" he spat, now fire burned in his eyes.
They'd been walking for some time now, peering into shops that Peter thought that ass-of-an-aunt of Wendy's might have dragged his poor wife. But he was determined to find her, even if they had to look all around London!.
It was well passed noon now, and both were tired and hungry from the long walk up and down the streets. But Peter, being the stubborn man that he is, wouldn't give up. In fact, he was so determined that he hardly noticed when he bumped into someone walking the opposite way.
"Oh, sorry about that Mister!" he said groggily, having being tired and all. However, the man he'd knocked into didn't take it so kindly. "Watch we're your going next time, you oaf!" he protested. "Hey!. Watch your mouth you guttersnipe!" Danny had suddenly protested.
"Obviously you haven't raised your no good son to be nothing more then a pest!. Stay out of this you little tramp!" the man yelled back. Peter became quite angered. "No one talks to my son like that!" he said, suddenly getting into the opposing man's face.
"Oh yeah?. Well I just did!" the man argued, finally revealing his face from behind his wide rimmed hat. A sudden shock went through Peter suddenly. He remembered that face so well!. But it couldn't be?.
"Daniel Harper?" Peter said in disbelief, as he stared into the newly aged face of his long time best friend. "What's it to ya?" the man suddenly spat, not realizing who was in front of him. "It's me…." Peter started, a bit shocked. "Peter, from London Boy's Academy" said Peter.
Daniel suddenly stopped. "Peter?. But it can't be you!. Can it?" he questioned, staring curiously into the man's face. "Remember in school, when Wendy Darling chose Braden Andrews over me, and then she yelled at him the very next day!" Peter stated, hoping that the memory would spark his friend's.
"Oh my god!. Peter!. It's really you!" Daniel suddenly leapt forward and engulfed the man before him in a very tight hug. "My god Peter!. It's been years since I've seen ya in London!. How you and Wendy been?" asked Daniel curiously. "Well, once we left here, we got married and…." Peter began, before gesturing towards the boy beside him.
"My god!. You've got your own kid?" Daniel said in amazement. "Boy, you've really gotten busy there haven't ya, Peter old boy!" Daniel teased, poking his long time friend in the side teasingly. Young Danny watched on, quite confused over the opposing, angry man had now turned to the jokester.
"Oh Danny!" Peter suddenly said, seeing his son's confused face. "This is Daniel Harper, my best friend when I first came to London" Peter said, gesturing to the new man. "…and this is Daniel Michael Darling Pan" said Peter proudly. Daniel took in the name resemblance.
"Well, fancy that. We have the same first name!" Daniel said, ruffling the younger boy's hair, much to his displeasure. Peter gave a laugh. "He's named after you, you oaf!" Peter joked, repeating Daniel's first threat. The man gave a laugh, repeating "Fancy that!".
"So, what brings you back to London after all these years Pete?" asked Daniel, after the laughs had finished. Peter gave a little face at the old nickname before replying. "I've followed Wendy here actually. Apparently she's been kidnapped. By her aunt we suppose!" said Peter a bit disappointed. Daniel went into thought. "Oh, her snooty, hag of an aunt she kept on complaining about in school?. My, that woman doesn't stop at all does she?" Daniel asked a bit jokingly. "Yes, well. I believe she's taken Wendy back here cause she despises her niece living with me. Let alone being married to a "bastard" like me!" said Peter.
"Well that woman isn't very pretty words herself!" Daniel warned Peter's little son. "Actually, now that I think of it, I do believe I've past the old witch, and her friend Jessie, sitting outside a nearby café with a girl around our own age!" Daniel remembered. "Very pretty lady indeed!" Daniel smirked.
"That must be her!" Peter suddenly shouted, before grabbing his friend forcefully on the arms. "Take us to where you saw them Danny!" Peter shouted, using his friend's old nick as well. With a small nod, the man accepted. "Just like old times Pete!" he said before dashing off to where he'd last saw the women. Peter quickly followed, grabbing his son's hand and dashing off.
Café
The table remained silent for many moments after. Both Millicent and Jessie sat opposite the now equally as frigid Wendy, teacups raised halfway off their saucers and shaking. Wendy felt a lurch in her stomach. She felt like she just wanted to turn invisible, or to run away.
Millicent remained bug eyed with shock, as she suddenly seemed to unfreeze and lower her teacup awkwardly. Jessie seemed to have a worried look to her. Absently gazing between aunt and niece before lowering her gaze to the beautiful table cloth.
"Well…" Millicent started slowly, clearing her throat to try and dispel the uneasy silence that hung over the three. "How-how long have you, um, know about your….." she started uncertainly. "Your…" she tried to start again. "I'm….at least one, maybe two months along Aunt!" Wendy started uneasily.
"So that little bastard takes you away from us, forces himself on you and your telling me your now at least two months along?" Millicent's voice now raised and very angry. Jessie looked worriedly between the two again, and whispered to her friend to calm down. Wendy, however, expected it.
"You might as well not even try Jessie" Wendy interjected angrily. "She's so pig-headed she won't listen to anything you say!" Wendy screeched.
"But for your information Aunt. I chose to go off with Peter, I chose to marry him and I chose to have children!. He did not throw himself at me, as you so put it. But I must say he's a very kind and loving husband" Wendy yelled from across the table. "…and we already have a first born!" she shot.
Millicent let out a surprised and horrid gasp, sitting back in her seat. "You already have a bastard child!. Oh my dear lord!. We get you blessed immediately!" she shouted, suddenly grabbing at Wendy's wrist. But Wendy easily pulled out of her reach. "Millicent, you insufferable, dreadful little wench!" Wendy suddenly shouted out in front of the whole café in anger.
Everyone stopped to stare in disbelief at the two arguing ladies. Millicent and Wendy suddenly stared at each other in shock. Jessie, seemingly gave up on trying to break up the feud, and instead, buried her head in embarrassment and disbelief.
"Well…." Millicent started again. 'I'm sorry if my niece as suddenly turned into such a little whore, after marrying a little tramp!. I would have you scrubbed for weeks in holy water!" Millicent spat angrily. "Your bastard of a husband and first born shall be condemned to hell, along with your baby!" Millicent spat.
"…as for you. You shall be straightened immediately!. The so-called fantasy life you seemed to be living in, shall be smacked so hard from your mind and soul you shall wish you have been condemned with your unholy family!" Millicent said angrily, not remembering that people were watching them.
"It's too late for that!" Wendy growled. "Whatever you plan on doing to me, shall be nothing compared to the pain I feel that my family is dead!" Wendy screamed. "I had a happy life, I was actually loved and appreciated!. I was happy!" Wendy continued.
"I hated it here!. Sure, my parents were loving and kind to me. My brothers actually seemed to appreciate the things I do!. But you…." Wendy screamed, pointing a shaking finger towards her red faced aunt. "It was you who had, from the start, made my life a living hell!" spat Wendy. "Ever since my hidden kiss, you've paraded me around eligible bachelors of London, who really, only wanted me for my father's money!" said Wendy.
"Braden even used to hit me, he only worked me like a dog, and yelled at me whenever I did something to displease him!" she yelled, her face becoming red as well. "….and if I have ever seemed to have become a so-called whore, it was because of you!. You ungrateful bitch of an aunt. You smelly, ugly, pushy hag!. You money-grubbing, socialistic little wench!." She kept on with the names, she was desperately running out of strength.
"I hate you, and your evil, socialistic ways!" she finished before collapsing into her chair once more. Millicent stood there, her face more red then a beat, and tears started to brim her eyes. All around her, the people that listened to Wendy's hateful speech, now clapped and cheered for the young mother now shaking and out of breath in her chair.
Jessie rushed over to the girl, knowing she'd probably stressed herself out to much. "Wendy, you have to pace yourself!" she warned, handing Wendy her bottle of water. "All that stress could be harmful for the baby!" she said, running a soothing hand over Wendy's forehead, feeling it was quite hot.
Once the cheering at settled, Millicent begun again. "This is not over. And I swear it, you will forget all about that boy, and your ungrateful child!. Once I'm throw with you!" she said, glaring down at her beat-out niece. "Millicent!" Jessie interjected.
"Wendy needs to be taken home now!" Jessie said concerned. "Wendy needs to rest, all this stress is bad for her unborn child!" Jessie warned. Millicent stood in thought for a moment. "Once I'm done with her, she won't be having the baby!" Millicent spat, before walking away from the table to pay the lunch's bill.
Both Wendy and Jessie watched her angrily as she walked away. "That ungrateful little…." Wendy started but Jessie shushed her. "No Wendy, you've had enough excitement for one day!" Jessie said, helping Wendy to her feet.
"Besides, I won't let her harm you, or your unborn child!" Jessie advised, gently guiding Wendy through the crowd of people. Wendy gave a smile to the woman before concentrating on getting out of there quickly.
Daniel, Peter and Danny rushed through the crowds, Daniel trying to keep his gaze above the crowd, to look for the café where he was certain the three women sat. "How far is it Daniel?" asked Peter, having becoming more tired from running the whole way.
Suddenly, the top of one of the umbrellas outside the café caught Daniel's view. "There it is!" he shouted. "Just a little longer guys!" he encouraged the two followers. They went on, weaving their way carefully through the crowd, trying not to lose each other.
As they made their way through, Wendy could have sworn she heard three men shouting at each other, and three brown haired heads hurriedly making their way towards her. She tried to stop and watch, but Jessie kept pulling her through the crowd.
She tried to follow them, but sometimes they mixed into the many heads of the people. "She's there!. I see her!." Daniel yelled back to the two. "…but she's leaving!" he said concerned. Peter became frantic. "Well, hurry it up!" he ordered, all three of them trying to quicken there pace.
Finally, they burst through the crowd, just in time to also see Millicent just pass, and Jessie and Wendy come through. For a moment, everything seemed to slow, as Wendy and Peter finally got to gaze upon each other once more.
They stared in disbelief!. Many thoughts starting to race through their minds. Finally, Peter had found her!. They'd found Wendy, and as he'd suspecting, it was her aunt all along!. Peter, and Danny!. They were alive?. But, that meant that….Millicent had lied about their death!. Her aunt would most defiantly suffer for this!.
And just in another split second, everything seemed to go to regular pace, as Wendy and Jessie were suddenly called upon to hurry. On command, Jessie continued to pull Wendy carefully through the crowd, much to the couple's dismay. And within a blink of a eye, Wendy could no longer be found!.
Author: Hoped you liked it!. Only a few chapters left!. Like 5!. anyways, please review and thanks so much!. You guys are awsome!. Hugs & Kisses!