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Rated M due to future sexual content.
"Characters Speaking"
Characters Thinking
/Authors Comments\
~~~Chapter One~~~
~~~Saffron's POV~~~
The spell worked. I managed to travel to 1904. When getting here, however, I got the memories belonging to Saffron Potter. It did make it easier as I got the memories of her Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins. She never met them, but she knew what they looked like, where they live, and their jobs.
I have been here for two weeks. I normally do storytime, normally my adventures from ages 11-17. Tonight, however, it is Wendy's turn. Even though I am 17 I still believe in fairytales and most of all I still believe in Peter Pan, Fairies, and Neverland.
I don't think that will ever change. I have no intention of changing. I will stay the way I am no matter what Aunt and Uncle say. They are not my parents and have no right to tell me what to do.
We do have a visitor every time we are telling stories. I believe it is Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. But I remain silent, though I think Tinkerbell saw that I saw them the last time they visited. I don't think she told Peter though. Hmm, it looks like they came tonight to listen again.
I sit on the window seat as Wendy stands in front of me telling her brothers her story for the night.
"Cinderella flew through the air…far from all things ugly and ordinary. When she landed at the ball, she found herself…most impertinently surrounded by pirates. There was Alf Manson, so ugly his mother sold him for a bottle of Muscat. Bill Jukes, every inch of him tattooed."
I can't see the actions she is making but she always does when she is telling a story. She moves closer to her brothers and Nana. She makes a hook with her left hand. "And worst of them all, Hook, with eyes blue as forget-me-nots, save when he clawed your belly with the iron hook he has… instead of a right hand, at which time…his eyes turn red."
At this point, she is in front of her brothers, though they were trying to shuffle back. John abruptly stands and grabs a fake sword before pointing it at Wendy. "' Girlie,' said Hook, "We have come for ye glass slippers."
Wendy moves backwards. "Who be you to order me about and call me girlie? Take that!" Wendy and John begin sword fighting. I look to me left out the corner of my eye to see that once again Peter is peering from the side of the window. Of course, Tinkerbell isn't far from Peter's side.
Wendy carries on. "Hook came at her." John lunges forward, his sword piercing the bookcase while Wendy ducked.
"What happened then? What happened then?" Michael asks.
"Michael be patient. But the outcome is natural." I reply softly.
"The brave Cinderella settled the matter once and for all…with her revolver." Wendy is interrupted when Nana barked at the window, where Peter once had hidden. Wendy sneaks to the window, reaching over me to open it. Of course, no one is there. Peter hid as soon as Nana barked.
~~~3rd POV~~~
The night on which the extraordinary adventures…of these children may be said to have begun…was the night Nana barked at the window. But there was nothing there, not a bird, or a leave. So, the children apart from Saffron forgot about it, for what trouble was a grown-up will never trouble a child.
~~~Saffron's POV~~~
Just then the bird from the cuckoo clock, sprung out startling the three Darling children. I chuckle lightly as they walk away to get change. Aunt Millicent is coming to visit. I don't like her that much. She is bossy trying to tell me what to do. Not like I listen of course.
Wendy, John, and Michael moved away from the window. It is bath time which means complete chaos. As soon as they have left the room Tinkerbell comes out from her hiding place and lands on my hand.
~~~Peter's POV~~~
Tink moves from our hiding place and goes towards the girl in the window. She looks like an adult until you look in her eyes. There is amusement there. The stories she tells involve magic, exotic animals, adventure, and tragedy. I don't mind listening to the stories Wendy tells but I enjoy the ones Saffron tells more.
My body is acting weird. Since the first time I saw her, two weeks ago, it heats up, my heart pounds, and I get butterflies in my stomach. I wonder why this is happening. But the feelings aren't uncomfortable, they feel good.
Tink lands on Saffron's hands for a few minutes before she flies back up to my side.
~~~Saffron's POV~~~
Michael is naked, wearing only an Indian headdress, running away from Nana. It fails entirely. Nana places herself under Michael's legs causing him to land on her back. She carries on running before Michael is lunged into the bath, causing water to splash on the floor.
"Not fair!" Michael moans with a small pout.
~~~3rd POV~~~
Not fair, indeed. But Nana was the finest nurse on four paws.
~~~Saffron's POV~~~
"No. No, I will not forgive you." Michael says while Nana licks his cheek. He will end up forgiving her, he always does. It is the same routine since I got here two weeks ago. Michael does not like having baths, Nana has to place him in the bath.
After Michael finished his bath, we went downstairs to the sitting room. I sat on one of the chairs reading 'Pride and Prejudice'. Aunt Mary is sitting, playing the piano. Wendy, John, and Michael are singing and dancing along.
~~~3rd POV~~~
There never was a happier, simpler family. Mr Darling was a banker who knew the cost of everything, even a hug. Mrs Darling was the loveliest lady in Bloomsbury…with a sweet, mocking mouth that had one kiss on it…that Wendy could never get. Though there it was, perfectly conspicuous on the right-hand corner.
And sometimes there was Aunt Millicent…who felt a dog for a nurse lowered the whole tone of the neighbourhood.
~~~Saffron's POV~~~
I see Wendy looking at the right-hand corner of her mother's mouth. The hidden kiss. Even I have the kiss in the same area, even Wendy does. Most female in both the Darling and Potter does. I believe she is wondering what it was, I don't think Aunt Mary has told her yet, besides she hasn't asked me either.
It was long before Uncle George put an end to all the singing and dancing. "All right, all right, all right, all right. Less noise. Let's settle down. This is not a farm."
Wendy, John, and Michael do eventually lessen their noise and settle on the couch.
"Bravo, George. Bravo." Aunt Millicent complimented.
"Wendy's turn," John calls out.
"Wendy must tell a story." Michael agrees.
Wendy lifts herself off the couch and skips to the middle of the room.
"Cecco, who carved his name on the governor at Goa." John states.
"Noodler, with his hands on backward," Michael exclaims cheerfully.
"Heavens." Aunt Millicent breathes.
"Hook!" Michael exclaims with joy.
"Hook?" Aunt Millicent questions.
"Hook, whose eyes turn red as he guts you," John says, moving his hand, in the shape of a hook, over Michael's stomach before turning his head to look at Aunt Millicent.
Aunt Millicent's face looks a bit pale. "Upon my soul, how children are educated nowadays."
"I'm afraid I am not learned at all, Aunt. But I do know a thing or two about pirates." Wendy states cheerfully.
It was at this point when I hear a wail coming from upstairs, but only due to magic enhancing my hearing.
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