I'm back. I hope this is okay, but I never really read Peter Pan. I've only seen the 1953 cartoon movie. Plus the movie after that. I just put it in the wrong place…sorta. But that's what I'm basing this on.
Disclaimer: I do NOT repeat NOT own Peter Pan, movie or book.
Third POV
Wendy and the boys were back at the tree and she started the fire.
"When's Peter coming back?" one of the boys asked, flopping down on his bed.
"I'm here." Peter said from the doorway. Next to him were James and John, looking happy as ever.
"Wendy! You never told us you were coming back!" John accused.
"Sorry John. It was kind of a last minute thing." Wendy smiled.
"I'm hungry." one boy whined.
"Do you want me to make breakfast?" Wendy asked.
"Yes please!" the boy said.
"Alright. Peter, go get food." Wendy ordered.
"Why?"
"Because you can't make breakfast without food."
"I know-"
"So go get it." Wendy ordered. Then Peter walked away, muttering something about Wendy maybe growing up, though it didn't look like it. Soon he came back with food. Wendy made breakfast and they were all eating.
"Peter, where is Tinker Bell?" James asked.
"She'll be back later. She wasn't really fond of the idea of Wendy coming back." Peter smiled.
"Oh." Wendy looked down. She thought Tinker Bell might like her now.
"It's fine. She'll come back." Peter assured Wendy. She smiled at him.
"So what are we going to do first, Peter? See the Indians? The Mermaids? Fight Hook?" James asked, excited.
"What does Wendy want to do?" Peter asked.
"Well, I don't really know." Wendy thought.
"I wanna see the Indians!" James whined.
"Well, you go ahead, James. You too, John. I'll stay here for awhile." Wendy smiled.
"Okay, Wendy. Come on boys!" John said, leading the boys out. Everyone left and Wendy went to sit on a bed. Peter sat down with her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm fine. Why?" Wendy asked, playing with the hem of her dress.
"You seem…different." He frowned.
"Well, I am different. It's been years since you saw me." Wendy smiled.
"But…I don't really like it." Peter looked confused.
"No one likes to grow up." Wendy said.
"Then why did you leave? You could of stayed and never grown up." Peter huffed.
"We missed our mother." Wendy shrugged.
"You were our mother." Peter said. "You didn't need your mother."
"Yet I did. You always need your mother." Wendy said.
"So you're saying we need you?" Peter asked.
"Do you need me?" Wendy asked
"I just…missed you." Peter shrugged.
"Looks like I'm not the only person who grew up." Wendy smiled.
"Grew up! No way!" Peter raged.
"You know, Peter, sometimes growing up is a good thing." Wendy said.
"When?" Peter asked.
"You get to do more things when you're older." Wendy said.
"Like?"
"Well, go to dinner parties, for one thing." Wendy said, making a bed.
"What's that?" Peter asked, sitting in a chair.
"It's when you go to dinner with a lot of friends." Wendy explained.
"That sounds boring. What else?" Peter asked.
"You get a family." Wendy went on.
"Family?" Peter asked.
"Yes." Wendy nodded.
"Do we have a family?" Peter asked.
"Well, you told me I was your guy's mother. And we have John, James, and the Lost Boys."
"What am I?" Peter asked.
"What do you want to be?" Wendy asked. Peter was about to answer when John called from the opening.
"Peter! Come on!" he shouted.
"See you later, Wendy!" Peter called as he left.
"Come back for supper!" Wendy called. And the boys left. Wendy busied herself with cleaning, though it was quite boring.
"Well, I might go visit the mermaids. Or the Indians. There is no harm in that. Oh, I do wish Tinker Bell were here. I guess walking isn't that bad." Wendy said to herself. Then there was a little bell sound near her ear. Wendy whipped around to find Tinker Bell hovering next to her.
"Hello Tinker Bell. Glad you came back." Wendy smiled at the fairy. More bell sounds and the fairy turned her back.
"Oh, I wish I could tell what you were saying. But Tinker Bell, could I borrow some pixie dust?" Wendy asked. Tinker Bell turned back around and shrugged, then shook herself off so dust fell all over Wendy.
"Thank you, Tinker Bell." Wendy said. More noises, which Wendy supposed was a your welcome, and the fairy flew away into the tree.
"Now, where to go? I guess I could just fly overhead until I find something to do." Wendy decided and up, up, and away she flew.
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