Disclaimer:

I Aslansphoenix declare that I do not own 'Peter Pan', Neverland or anything that you find familiar. Technically some of the characters did come from my head ... but I think they belong to Neverland just as much as any canon characters.

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Author's Note:

So Peter Pan has finally entered his own story – he always did like to make a dramatic entrance.

This story will include characters like Tinker Bell and Captain Hook; even though in the original J. M. Barrie play (then novel) they both died.

- One reason is that; this is a fanfiction not a completely original story; I want there to be recognisable characters.

- Two; All other forms/versions ignore those deaths, so it's not ground-breaking for me to do so. Added to that; Neverland is a place of stories and dreams, so it is highly likely that dying isn't something permanent there anyway.

- Three: They are really Amazing characters! Tink is sassy and … just a bit impolite. Hook is my favourite villain ever (not the Disney version – but every other version), he is just a cold-hearted, cruel, yet such a gentleman and competent villain.

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"All Children Grow up Except One"

Everyone Knows about Neverland,
About the home of Peter Pan.

Second to the Right, and Straight on till Morning.
To the place between dreaming and awakening.

There are rules in Neverland
Rules that must be obeyed.

Boys forget much easier than Girls.
"No Girl can resist Peter Pan,
When he uses a specific voice."
One more thing, which is True ...
In Neverland, You learn all about You.

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Chapter Seven.

"Bloody Hell, you're real!"

Peter Pan (for who else could it have been), threw back his head and crowed.

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The noise woke almost everyone else up. George, was sadly still too shocked to enjoy Mitchell falling off the bed. Angela leaped up from being curled into a ball; unfairly going from deep asleep to wide awake in an instant. She saw the flying boy and let out an excited squeal, and lunged across the beds.

Meanwhile Margaret pulled her head away from the window-sill, where it had fallen and she blinked blearily, then grinned "Peter!" The girls both pulled Peter into a hug. He allowed the brief contact then burst into another loud crow and lifted off the ground, allowing George to actually look properly at the flying boy for the first time.

*He was a lovely boy, clad in in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees.* His hair was wild, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his grin showed that he had all his baby teeth. To George; Peter Pan looked like adventure, and freedom and joy all wrapped up in the shape of an immortal flying boy.

Angela and Margaret laughed and asked question after question, - how was Peter? How were the boys? What adventures had he been on? How were the fairies, the Indians, the mermaids? And many more of similar nature. Peter floated above them and grinned; his baby teeth on full display, as he basked in the attention. George couldn't help but grin as well – this was pretty exciting.

Suddenly Mitchell managed to untangle himself from his sheets, and made a noise of disbelief. And like … well like a child seeing a new toy, Peter's attention snapped to the boy. He looked at Mitchell then down towards George – as if this were the first time he had seen George. Peter's eyes went wide and he gasped with a grin, then to Margaret he hissed excitedly "There are more?"

Without waiting for an answer, he flew over to Mitchell; who started spluttering. (In the background, a starry eyed Margaret encouraged George to put in the boots). Peter grinned as he examined the other boy, and he glanced over at Margaret to ask, "What's this one called?"

"That's Mitchell, Peter."

"Oh, nice to meet you Itchy."

George and Angela laughed and Mitchell spluttered. "It's Mitchell … and this … This is utterly impossible!"

Peter gave an impish grin "Why?"

"Why? Beca- I … you're real … and can fly?"

In answer Peter lifted up and flew around the room delightedly. He landed looking proud, and Margaret, Angela and George (whose shock was fading and excitement was building) gave the applause that Peter obviously wanted.

"Are fairies real too?"

George jumped a little, having almost forgotten that Eliza was in the room as well. She was sitting on her bed gazing at Peter in awe; looking, for once (George thought) like the child she was, rather than the lady she often pretended to be. In answer to her question, Peter lets out a whistle.

Then George realised that the lamplight (which, George now thought, had been oddly bright) started moving. And getting brighter, and then George realised it wasn't a light at all; but a beautiful, tiny female. She was a little longer than a hand and *exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf*.

Angela let out a squeal "Tinker Bell!"

Tink (for indeed that was who the fairy was) let out a jingle of bells; one of the loveliest sound that was ever heard, and fluttered around the room, her light glinting brighter than any nightlight with every movement.

Eliza let out an audible gasp. "Oh she is so beautiful."

Tinker Bell settled on Peter's shoulder with another tinkling sound. Peter brushed her off with a laugh of his own. "Tink says you're very ugly."

Eliza let out a scoff, looking so much like how she usually tried to appear that George couldn't help but laugh. Gaining Peter's attention again. Peter flew into George's face; having already forgotten that just moments before he had been threatening George.

Peter titled his head "Have we met?"

George blinked in confusion "I –"

"You're John, good to see you old man."

In the background George heard Mitchell scoff "Her name isn't John." But George, felt a strange warm glow; true being compared to Grandfather John wasn't the most ideal (he was kind of a stuffy, boring codger – not to mention old). But there was something about having Peter Pan think George was Wendy's brother that was … exciting.

Margaret stepped forward "No, George is John's child; like how we are Wendy's children." To a confused George, she muttered "Peter doesn't really understand the concept of grandchildren – just go with it." George nodded in acceptance, on the other side of the room Angela seemed to be playing tag with Tinker Bell.

Margaret turned back to Peer, and like the host she was always capable of being; made the introductions. "Peter allow me to introduce you to our cousins, they're family – There's Eliza over there in the flower night-gown."

Peter turned and gave an impressive and perfect bow to Eliza; which seemed to smooth out her previous insulted feelings. Naturally she curtsied back; and George vaguely wondered why Eliza looked a tad pink in her cheeks as she did. There wasn't time for George to ponder as Margaret was speaking again.

"The boy over there is Mitchell, and this is George."

Peter wrinkled his nose at George. "George … that's a stupid name."

That hurt, George didn't actually mind the name. But that was ok – George knew enough stories about Peter Pan to not take offence. Instead George offered up "Some people call me Cub."

Peter crowed again, as if he had given the name himself (and perhaps in his mind he had). "That is a much better name. So Cub, want to go on an adventure?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you want to look death in the eye? To fight pirates and Indians and wild beasts only seen in your dreams? To fly to Never Neverland?"

"Yes Sir!"

"And will you promise to follow my orders?"

George nodded and exclaimed a third "Yes Sir!" The pull of the adventure was growing, and the combination of excitement, eagerness and a little bit of fear were bubbling into what George could only describe as fireworks in the heart. Peter grinned in response, then turned to Margaret with begging eyes.

"Please Mother, may we have an adventure?"

"All of us Peter?"

Usually George thought Margaret looked like her Mother; very pretty, but in a rather quite put together way. But when Margaret responded to Peter, her eyes lit up with wild stars that matched the wildness that more matched her Father.

Peter's response was a beaming grin "Of course, the more the merrier!" Margaret and rushed the others to get ready. George just needed to pull on the boots, and Eliza seemed to be having a fit about what she was wearing. George was content to let Angela and Margaret handle that.

Mitchell must have made a sound or pulled a face, because Peter turned to him, and he gnashed his teeth "Unless you don't think you can handle it?"

George glanced up to see Mitchell drawing himself up to full height – the tallest of the children in the room, yet somehow he had seemed smaller than Peter. Now puffing himself up to his full height, showed Mitchell to be the boy George was used to seeing.

"I can handle any adventure you can throw at me!"

Possibly not the best choice of words; as Peter took him literally. With a grin he chucked whatever was closest to his hand at Mitchell. Luckily for Mitchell it was only George's pillow, and he was able to dodge well enough. It may have ended in in a full on pillow fight, if Eliza hadn't spoken up (having, apparently been convinced not to change her outfit.).

"How do we get to Neverland?"

Peter grinned "Fly of course."

Margaret, George and Angela joined in.

"With a little help from Faith-"

"Trust –"

"And Pixie Dust!"

Peter lifted into the air and snatched a passing Tinker Bell (whom, judging by her disgruntled expression; was not happy with the situation). Peter then laughingly flew around the room sprinkling the other children with what could only be described as a glitter like substance. Under normal circumstances, this would have been annoying, but as it was; the building excitement cancelled out any irritation.

As he did this, Peter exclaimed for them to "Just think happy thoughts and they will lift you into the air!"

Peter, of course, preceded to skillfully fly around the room again. Angela was the first of the other children into the air; her giggling harmonising with Tink's tinkling. Margaret was next and she floated with a natural dignity. George's eyes squeezed shut and allowed the excited feeling to become over whelming.

Peter Pan was real. He thought George was John, Mitchell was Itchy and they were all going to have adventures in Neverland … And the first day of school was going to be hilarious!

Suddenly George realised that there didn't seem to be anything to stand on. George's eyes flew open and the ground flew away.

It was … incredible, terrifying, unbelievable and everything that George had ever dreamed it would be. And being awake; George was confident that there wouldn't be any of that awkward time of being stuck between soaring and falling. This was vitally important for George to feel this way – because remember 'the moment you begin to doubt that you can fly, is the moment you cease being able to do so'.

Eliza shot-up a few milliseconds after George; she looked surprised and less graceful than she did on the ground. But she still flew. George had a selfish and petty moment (as children are sometimes prone to do) of hoping that Mitchell wouldn't succeed. But Mitchell always succeeded and getting into the air was no different. And as Mitchell flew; he actually appeared to be having 'non-insult-others-fun', which was amazing.

The children; overflowing with happiness took a few needed moments to adjust to being able to fly. Angela and Margaret helped their cousins, while Peter laughed at their trials, while sitting upside down in a corner.

After a time though, Peter got in front of the group. "Are you ready for an adventure?"

"Peter."

One word, softly spoken, gentle as a caress, but as strong as stone. And that one word made it seem as if the world had stilled. Peter landed on the floor facing the nursery door, where a figure in the shadows stood. George had forgotten that Peter had been speaking to someone else before. Obviously it was Wendy, and she had stood in the shadows, allowing the children to prepare for their adventure.

Peter bowed again; this time with an air of seriousness that George had yet to see in the Spirit of Youth.

"Yes Wendy Lady?"

"Peter. You may take these children to Neverland, but only if you remember your promise. When it is time; you must bring them back home. They cannot stay there. Promise me Peter, please, that when it is time; that you will return these five children of mine, and that they will be safe and sound."

"On my honour Wendy Lady, I will protect them, and return these children to you safe and sound. And I'll seal my promise with a kiss."

George saw Mitchell and Eliza look scandalised, but Peter merely pulled off an acorn button and held it out to Wendy. With a touch that looked a soft as a petal, Wendy took the acorn from Peter. She was smiling, but it must be noted that there was a slight gleam of tears in her eyes. Wendy will only ever claim them as happy tears.

"Thank-you Peter."

Tink let out a beautiful noise and Angela (who seemed to understand fairy language the best – after Peter of course) let out a slightly enraged "She is not!" in response. Knowing the stories as George did; it was probably safe to assume that Tink had said something rude about Wendy. And just like that the stillness was broken.

Peter let out a crow, and cried out with excitement "To adventure we go!" He shot out the window, Tink following closely behind. Angela turned and waved at Wendy the left yelling "Don't worry Granny we'll be safe!"

It must be admitted that the three who had never been to Neverland hesitated, but the pull of adventure was too strong. Margaret was last out, and George heard her say "We'll be okay, I promise." Then she joined them out in the fresh night air.

Where were they going? George knew the answer – Second to the Right and Straight On Till Morning.

End of Chapter Seven.

Author's Note:

Here this chapter ends.

*Description of Peter and Tink taken directly from the Book – Again I obviously do not own.

Also in the book it is 'second to the right' not 'second star to the right' so I'm not missing a word in that final sentence.

Thanks to Ghost Wolf 114

Hopefully this story is not too horrible.

If you have read this, then thank-you.

I will update whenever I update.

Tuesday 29th May 2018.