Disclaimer: I only own Louisa, and her father, and any other characters that don't sound familiar, the rest I am mournful to inform you belongs to J.M. Barry, etc.
A.N. this fic is being written for a bit of fun, so I will have to get some reviews to keep writing, if I don't get any reviews I will still write it until I get my obsession cleared up, otherwise I might get in trouble as a friend is trying to get me to write another story, which is just a little blocked, damn it, consider this a well deserved break, lol. Anyway enough about me I hope you all enjoy.
She slowly opened her eyes in alarm, her breathing quickened as she realized there was someone in her room watching her. She took a deep breath, calming herself; slowly she detangled her legs from the sheets of her bed that constricted her movement. Free from her bonds, she quickly rolled off her bed landing on her stomach on the hard wooden floorboards of her room.
She couldn't see him but she could hear his low breathing, she could feel his very presence. She rose from the ground running to the wall, searching blindly for the door handle. Just as her hand reached the doorknob, she was gripped from behind, around her stomach by strong, childlike hands. She was thrown back onto the bed, a hand clamped over her mouth just as she was preparing to scream.
"Shhh, I promise I won't hurt you, there is no need to be frightened." He said keeping his hand over her mouth. "Now will you promise, that if I release my hand you won't scream, or anything?" He said just as a flying light, flew around his head, lighting his face so she could see a child's face, and green innocent eyes. She nodded her breathing calmer as she looked at the child who she had mistaken for a thief. Slowly he removed his hand from her mouth, turning his face as he looked at the flying light, seemingly listening to it. She followed his gaze to the flying light only to see, to her amazement that it was a tiny blond lady, dressed in leaves; a fairy.
The fairy turned its gaze onto the young lady lying beneath her Peter. All of a sudden, the room lit up red as the fairy's color changed, to match her fury. She flew in to attack the lady, for the sole reason of being the object of Peter's interest. She was stopped in mid flight, by Peter's hand holding her back, even as he whispered for her to behave herself. In her rage she turned on Peter, biting his hand, making him release her, ready to attack again until Peter yelled for her to leave, if she couldn't behave herself. In a huff the fairy kicked Peter, unwilling to leave she resorted to flying off into the corner of the room, sitting on the edge of a cabinet, her legs crossed, her very demeanor one of contained anger, as she looked on at the scene on the bed.
All this had gone on to the shocked fascination of the lady on the bed, she gave a final look to the fairy, and starred back up at the boy still lying over her.
She pushed the boy up off her, when she took back her hands, to her astonishment, the boy didn't fall off to the side, he in fact stayed in the air, directly above her.
"Who in the hell are you?" She whispered in alarm.
"I am the marvelous Peter Pan." He announced flying the end of the bed, stopping to stand in mid air, hands on his hips, a grin of utter mischief plastered across his face.
She looked up at the cocky little boy, dressed in green leaves, a dagger at his side. She had to bight back a laugh, the shock wearing off as she convinced herself that she had to be dreaming. She looked at him tilting her head to the side, realizing that if this was a dream, it felt fucking real. "You mean to tell me, that you are THE Peter Pan" she said, he nodded. "From THE Neverland?" Again he nodded, his grin replaced by a slightly confused look at her questions. "Holy shit, I'm not dreaming." He shook his head in conformation. "Then I have fucking lost it, cause this cannot by real." She said finally sitting up, only to put her head in her hands.
Peter Pan, the boy wonder, was confused by her reaction. No girl had ever reacted like this to him; he starred at her again, noticing her slight build, her contours, everything. He landed with a thud as he came to the realization.
"You're a Grown up." He whispered his face unable to hide his hurt. "Wendy you grew up."
She uncovered her face, sitting up, looking at him. "I'm not Wendy." she said, standing so he could see her, properly in the light of the fairy. "My name is Louisa."
"What do you mean you are not Wendy, this is Wendy's room, Why are you in it?" Peter asked, advancing on Louisa with his last question, a hint of malice in them as he suspected an adventure.
"Wendy, was my great, great, grandmother, she died years ago, this is would you could call my family's house. So this is my room." She said, unable to contain her anger at the impertinent little boy.
"Wendy's dead." He whispered, as a single tear rolled down his cheek, a shocked expression on his face. Louisa closed the distance between them, embracing him in a motherly hug, her anger forgotten.
When she released him, his expression changed from sadness, to mischievous.
"Come away with me" He said, lifting off the ground again.
"What, Why?" Louisa Exclaimed, taken aback by Peter's sudden change in attitude.
"You can be our new mother, do you know stories?" He asked.
"Well I do but, a mother, for lost boys, I'm only 19." She a little shocked at the very idea.
"It'll be perfect." He said convinced in what he thought was a most brilliant plan. "Please…" He added in his most charming, and innocent voice.
"but, what about my life, my family?" she asked solely as a means to decide if it were truly worth it, for she did not much care for her broken home, her abusive father, her dead mother, she had thought of running away for many a year, but to Neverland, could it be done?
"I wouldn't have been called here if you did not wish to leave." He said, seeing in her face that she was seriously considering it.
"Well of course I wish to leave." She said deciding then anything would be better than this hell hole.
"Excellent." Pan yelled excitedly, flying around the room once.
"Are you stupid." She hissed clamping her hand over his mouth, just before he was about to go into a laughing fit. She listened carefully; she heard a noise from the room above her own. "Keep your voice down." She whispered, even as she heard the door above her open. "Shit, he's coming." She hissed, running to her wardrobe, pulling out a bag from beneath it, stuffing some clothes into it. As she heard the landing creak from her father's footstep, she ran to the door and locked it. Hastily she ran around the room packing any personal possessions that she could lay her hands on. As the door handle rattled, she was ready.
"Quickly Peter, we have to go, how do we get there." Louisa asked in a near panic as she continually eyed the door that was shuddering as her father tried to break the door down, screaming at Louisa all the while.
"You have to think of happy thoughts, to fly, that and a little fairy dust." He said, also distracted by the door.
"Alright, I have one, please Peter hurry." Louisa said as she thought of her mother. Without hesitation Peter, called to Tinkerbell; the fairy who came without a fuss, realizing the seriousness of the situation. Just as the door broke, and her father stormed the room, Louisa lifted into the air. Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her through the window.
She was stopped however by her father who had grabbed her foot, pulling her back into the room. Louisa kicked out connecting with her father's nose, a sickening snap following. Her father released her, and Peter pulled her away, from the window. As she felt the first rush of freedom, she laughed her first true laugh in many years.
AN: So how did you like it aye? Please read and review, any helpful criticism is welcome, as this is a learning experiment. Mwaa thankyou.