sultal's note: This is my favorite lullaby (yes I HAVE one) called "Somewhere" by Sean McCann. I MADE A DISNEY YOUTUBE VIDEO SO YOU CAN HEAR IT! Go to my YouTube page (sultal-wf) OR search this on Google: Lullaby Two (Disney fanfiction chapter): "Somewhere" You should see the video picture cover of mulan crying. :(
Don't worry, it's entertaining! Lots of sad Disney moments corresponding to the music.
Lullaby Two: Somewhere
"Peter!" Dropping, Wendy touched Peter's head. Her fingers trembled over his mangled temple, still bleeding from Captain Hook's mark. "Oh Peter." Wendy pressed her palm over the spot. "Peter, you've fallen from bed."
"No…" Peter murmured, leaning back as Wendy tended his wound. He winced as she dabbed a warm cloth, disinfecting the broken skin. "No…" he repeated, reaching to assess the wound has she worked. "No. I came to help."
Wendy brushed his hand away. He reached up. She lowered it again.
Peter grinned. "That bad?"
Wendy did not answer. Holding Peter's head, she compressed the cloth. "Help?" she asked, revisiting Peter's excuse for falling out of bed. "Help me?"
Peter mumbled an affirmation. Vein throbbing against the cloth, he closed his eyes. "Yes. Those Lost Boys. Misbehaving. Arguing with you so." Peter frowned. "Blockheads."
Wendy wrung the cloth. She grimaced as pink water drained from the center.
"Well…that was very gallant, Peter." Wendy said, replacing the cloth. She held it firm. The bleeding had not stopped. Pushing a thumb over the spot, Wendy spoke to distract herself from the seeping blood. "Very gallant. But the boys meant no harm, you see. They are good boys. They were only a little frightened, what with the storm and…well with everything along with everything that was anything frightening tonight. And…"
Wendy peeked under the cloth. Peter's skin lifted, sticking to the fabric like chopped meat.
"— and little boys have large imaginations." Wendy stammered, words racing against her spinning heart. Desperately, she pressed the cloth, begging the bleeding to stop. "But nothing a lullaby could not calm. And goodness! Certainly no reason for you to fall out of bed! The boys are asleep now, and you should be too – "
"—Wendy what aren't you telling me?"
Peter opened his eyes. They were black. Blacker than the stormy night. Without blinking, he stared.
Wendy maintained her composure but cowered inside.
"What…" she began, gently circling the wound, "…what makes you think I'm not – "
Peter laughed before she could finish. It was weak, but sincere.
"Wendy." he tapped his lips. "You're talking too much. That either means I'm clever, you're happy, you're excited, you're nervous, or…" Peter's eyes drifted to the cut on Wendy's cheek. "…or you're scared."
Wendy bit her lip. She still tasted blood.
"….it…" she whispered.
Peter watched. Patiently, he waited.
Wendy took a shuddering breath. "Where Captain Hook hurt you…it…" she met Peter with apologetic eyes. "…it won't stop bleeding."
Relieved, Peter sighed. "Is that all?"
"Is that all?" Wendy exclaimed. "This is quite a lot of awful all!"
Peter shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
Wendy knew better. "That is a lie, Peter Pan."
Peter pointed. "You are hurting. Yes?"
Wendy stopped. "No." she managed, returning to Peter's wound. "No. It is only a scratch. I quite forgot about it. Now…now please. Just hold still – "
"Now you are lying." Peter said, catching her wrist. He winced, pulling away the cloth. Breathing hard, he stared at Wendy's red cheek. "You shouldn't lie to me Wendy. You should let me take care of you."
"Peter –" Wendy struggled, pink water dripping under Peter's fingers and down her arm. "Peter, you mustn't – "
"—you should have let me take care of the boys!"
"— Peter – "
"—because I couldn't take care of them in the storm. I...I couldn't. They got hurt. They all got hurt!"
"—oh no!" Wendy protested as Peter choked. "Peter! Peter please don't panic – "
"—I couldn't take care of them against the pirates!"
"—Peter!" Wendy dropped the cloth. She reached as tears rolled down Peter's cheeks. "Peter! Peter please!"
"And I couldn't take care of you!"
Cupping Wendy's jaw, Peter cried. "When the storm and pirates attacked! I couldn't take care of you! They pulled your hair! They tied your neck! They cut your cheek! They hurt you! They hurt you! And I! And I! AND —I—I—I!"
Peter screamed. He screamed like a wild animal trapped in a cage, unable to break free. He screamed like a child, scared of the dark and taunted by monsters under the bed. He screamed like a hero, watching his princess die and kingdom fall.
The Lost Boys stirred as Peter screamed with the storm. But before Wendy could act, Peter Pan did something utterly stunning.
He collapsed. Eyes soaked in her nightdress, Peter Pan sobbed into Wendy's lap.
Wendy stared. Horrified and heartbroken, she tried to touch Peter's head. She couldn't. Peter – the great Peter Pan of her stories – had shattered like glass. Wendy trembled, afraid that if she touched Peter, he would explode.
"P…p…p…"
Magnetized by his anguish, Wendy's hands lowered. Gingerly, her fingers disappeared into his messy, red hair.
"…Peter…" she whispered, "…Peter…you saved us. You did. That pirate…the pirate…." Wendy suddenly felt her own tears, brimming at the memory. "…he was going…he…Captain Hook told him….to blind…to blind me….to blind me so…."
Wendy's cheek burned. "…so I could never see you again." She finished, cut tingling under her eye.
Peter gasped. Frantically, he clenched Wendy's waist.
"But…I'm fine." Wendy forced a smile. Soothingly, he stroked Peter's hair. The red fibers prickled under her touch. "I'm fine. The boys are fine. But…you…"
Wendy paused. She waited for the thunder and lightning to elapse. Then, she whispered in the dark.
"But you….Peter Pan… are not fine."
The thunder and lightning cheered, laughing wickedly at the boy's tears and the girl who held hers back.
The fire dulled into swelling embers. Hangman's Tree darkened, save for lightning painting ugly faces on the shadows. Wendy held Peter as he held her desperately back. Helplessly, she listened to him cry, wishing she could take all his unhappy thoughts.
Outside the storm rejoiced.
It was a long way until dawn.
Then Wendy had a second clever thought. It embarrassed her. She was sure Peter would laugh. But she didn't know what else to do.
"You…" Wendy brushed Peter's hair. "Slightly said…you think lullabies are strange. But strange only at night."
Wendy waited. She tilted her head. "Peter?"
Peter swallowed a tear. He nodded.
Wendy inhaled. "Well…might I try one? Now?" In a small voice, Wendy whispered a prayer. "Perhaps it will help you Peter, to brave the night?"
Wendy waited. Her heart fluttered as Peter squeezed her dress. Then, haggardly, he breathed into her lap.
"...Wendy…help…"
For the second time that awful night, Wendy Darling promised to be brave.
"All right." Wendy whispered, smoothing the fiery tufts behind Peter's ear. She rest a hand upon his head. "All right. I will."
Wendy began to sing. She sang a second lullaby, composed by a tortured soul who pitied others instead of himself. It was a powerful song, written so every uplifting note was harmonized inside one of sorrow.
"Hush now baby, don't you cry.
Let no tear fall from your eye.
Too soon you'll know…
Where tears come from, and where they go…"
Wendy breathed. Then, she melted the storm with her voice.
"Somewhere a heart is breaking
A ship is lost at sea
A soul is being forsaken
People fighting to be free...
…Somewhere a star is falling
A bird's afraid to fly
A lonesome lover's calling
So baby dry your eyes."
The storm sighed, broken by Wendy's magic spell.
And Peter Pan, curled in her lap, was fast asleep…
…leaving Wendy Darling to brave the night alone.
