What if the characters from Peter Pan cross over from Never Land into the world of Sherlock? They undergo physical changes, none of them have the exact appearance of the time they were in Never Land. Peter has grown up, and every one else has underwent drastic physical changes. No one has the same height or hair color or even ethnicity they used to have. Some characters manage to find and recognize each other. This is how some of those conversations might go.
This is a series of unrelated one-shots, and each Sherlock character is going to be a different Peter Pan character in the different chapter, though they might reprise their roles at times.
A very big thank you to JAL for being my Beta.
Warning: This is a rendition of the Roof Scene in TRF, so beware of the angst and Moriarty's last act. Also, mentions of psychological damage and trauma for children. All in all, a lot of angst. It's the Roof Scene after all.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Sherlock, nor those of Peter Pan. But this mixture here is mine!
'Proud and insolent youth, have at thee!"
Moriarty and Sherlock circled each other on the roof of St. Bart's, glaring at each other.
"Pan."
"Hook."
"You just had to take my name, didn't you, Pan?" Sherlock said balefully, "Wasn't tarnishing my reputation in the last realm enough for you? You just had to go and destroy it in this one as well?"
Moriarty smirked, "Oh, Hook! You're still as uptight and dramatic as you ever were. So, what if your name went into literary history as the most famous villain? You've become famous!"
"I went and rescued all those children you kidnapped, and I ended up being the villain. What did you do? Brain-wash the little girl to think you were rescuing her from the sea?" Sherlock spat.
Moriarty barked a laugh, "Ordinary people are so amusing! I just had to give her a few smiles, take her for a flight, and tell her she's so special. She was potty in my hands!"
"Just like Kitty Reilly was? How did she react to the night time flying bit?"
Peter snorted, "Oh, Hook, Hook, Hook, I see you haven't adjusted your knowledge from the Never Land to this realm yet. There are other ways to make a useful woman be on your side. Kitty is hardly a child. Neither am I."
"Not in body, but you're still as heartless as you were there. You never understood the consequences of your actions, or the effect they had on the children's parents. My crew and I were the ones who had to clean up after your mess." Sherlock said sternly, "But thanks to you, all our efforts were wasted. If you had let us return the children through the portal in the sea, their memories would have been dulled to the point where they would have though the whole experience was a dream."
"Meh, what would be the fun in that?" Peter asked nonchalantly.
"The point, Peter," Hook snapped, "Is that those children were traumatized for life because of their inability to adjust back to their previous lives. They lived in a half hallucinating state for a year, if the book is accurate, and not even one of them was able to integrate into society as a functioning adult."
"No, the last chapter-"
"Was fabricated. If the author had said that the children ended up committing suicide, or ending up in an asylum, no one would have bought the book!" The Captain ended angrily.
Peter snorted, "I would have!"
Hook grimaced at him, "How charming!" He said sarcastically, "I bet you'd enjoy reading the psych report of the children you kidnapped and traumatized in the factory as well."
"Oh definitely, especially the fact that everyone thinks it was you who did it. Captain James Hook ends up being the villain again."
"There are forensics and police reports in this realm. I'll clear my name."
"In this realm, Hook, in this realm. What about the next one? I'll find a prominent author and sell them the tale the way I want to." Peter taunted, "And there is nothing you can do about it. You'll keep chasing me, and you'll never be able to catch me."
"I have you now, Pan. You can't fly away here; we're in the same age range, how about an honorable duel for once?"
Peter snorted, "When have I ever fought honorably?" Then he turned serious, "No, you'll have to complete this story the way I want it or my minions are going to cause a lot of suffering."
"Oh, you have trained your Lost Boys to do your bidding here?" Hook said mockingly.
Peter raised his arms in exasperation, "No, of course not! I got rid of them all before I came here. I'm not boring like you, taking your precious crew with you wherever you go."
Hook inhaled sharply, Pan knew.
"Of course I know!" Pan said with annoying emphasis on the last word. He still acted childishly. "Now either you jump off of this building, or I'll order the snipers to shoot, starting with your precious Mr. Smee. I bet that would be a great show." He finished maliciously.
Hook looked at him sternly, "I can wring the code that stops the snipers out of you right now, then I'll arrest you and put you away to think about your actions in a corner." He said menacingly.
Pan smirked, "Good luck with that!" He took out his gun, "I'm going on my next big adventure!" He put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
Hook looked at him in disbelief. He breathed deeply and tried to calm himself. After he composed himself he went over the lifeless body of James Moriarty, Peter Pan in their previous realm, heaven knows what in the next, and looked down at his dementedly smiling face. "I'm not a pirate anymore." He said sternly, "And I am not going to play your games any longer. Have fun, I will not be joining you there. I have a crew to protect, and your mess to clean up. See if I give a toss about what stories you're going to spin about me there."
A cab pulled over and a blond man got out. The man frantically ran towards Saint Bart's Hospital. Hook sent the text to his network, "Project Lazarus is go." He looked down at the frantic blond man approaching the building. Now, how should he break this all to Smee without him ending up hurt?
Based on this quote: "All heroes, except one, need a villain—and that one exception is Peter Pan." (Lester D. Friedman)
Also, a bit inspired by the summery of "A Study in Emerald" By Neil Gaiman. I wont say more about it in order not to spoil it.