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.
With great thanks to JAL for being my Beta.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Sherlock, nor those of Peter Pan. But this mixture here is mine!
"What are you quacking about?"
John Watson was walking briskly down the street away from Tesco. He was breathing deeply and flexing his hands in an attempt to control his anger. Sherlock Holmes was walking besides him and trying very hard not to laugh.
After a few minutes John had calmed down and Sherlock had managed to get his urge to laugh under control. Sherlock cleared his throat, "So…"
John sighed in exasperation.
Sherlock continued, "Another row with the chip and pin machine. I thought you had reached a truce with them by now." He said while the corner of his lips twitched.
"Yeah, well, you thought wrong apparently." John groused.
"It's funny how you manage to end up in fights with beings that don't understand you." Sherlock continued, his amusement leaking in his tone.
John raised an eyebrow at that. Before he could open his mouth to reply, Sherlock barreled on, "Chip and pin machines, cash points, your laptop, birds-"
"Hey, I was about to die and that bird kept screeching at me. I was under a lot of pressure!" Then he frowned, "That didn't happen when you were in Neverland, it was with someone else. Um…"
"Wendy," Sherlock supplied, "That incident was mentioned in the book Mr. Barrie wrote."
"Oh, right!"
"The stars?"
"I never yelled at any stars." John said with his brows furrowed.
"No, you just got frustrated after they didn't laugh at your jokes." Sherlock drawled.
John sighed, "Why do I put up with you?"
"I don't know. You were the one who took me and my brother to Neverland in the first place." Sherlock pointed out.
"Yeah, I'm still trying to figure out why I made that choice." John said thoughtfully.
"Don't bother; you probably forgot that along with everything else." Sherlock said with a huff, "Mr. Barrie got that trait down to a tee!"
"At least I got over it, but it seems you picked it up!" John retorted easily.
"I don't simply forget events, I delete them." Sherlock answered haughtily, turning his nose up in the air.
John looked at his friend's antics, then his eyes widened in realization, "Oh! I remember now!"
Sherlock turned his head towards his friend quickly, "Really? What was it?"
John pinched his nose in an attempt to stop himself from exploding into laughter. He shook his head.
"Oh, come off it, John!" Sherlock whined, "My whole family wants to know the reasoning behind that little stunt. It was practically unheard of that Peter Pan took two boys to his home for spring cleaning!"
"Yes, exactly, I never took boys away. Not after those Darling boys."
"Then why-" Sherlock narrowed his eyes at him, "No, you wouldn't."
John smiled at him sheepishly, "I was practically a six year old. You can't blame me for making that mistake!"
"You were seven!" Sherlock grumbled, "That explains why you hung around with me more. Mycroft only came because he was an over protective nuisance even then-"
"Yeah, it's all coming back now. He didn't let your hand go before he got distracted by the pirates!"
"Dreadful business that." Sherlock conceded, "I still can't believe that you took me because you thought I was a girl!" he whined.
"You had a round face, almond shaped eyes, and a head full of dark curls that covered your ears." John explained, "You were smart. You were wearing non gender specific pyjamas and there was no way I was able to predict your voice would later turn out to be such a baritone!"
"The only kid who liked me during my whole childhood," Sherlock said raising his arms, "did so because he confused me for a girl!"
"I figured it out eventually!" John exclaimed.
"Then you returned us." Sherlock deadpanned.
"Spring cleaning was over by then."
"I am insulted." Sherlock said with a solemn expression.
"I like you now, and I know you're not a girl." John cajoled.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows. John's eyes widened in alarm, "Not like that! You know what I mean." He pleaded, "You're my friend. I like you because you're my friend!"
"No one has ever mistaken my gender."
"I know about Tatiana!" John pointed out with a cheeky grin, "Your fairy highness!"
"Shut up." Sherlock muttered.
"No one can make that mistake now." John tried to appease him
Sherlock pouted and looked ahead.
"At least you never were my mother!" John coaxed.
Sherlock relaxed at that, "No, Mycroft filled that role excellently!"
John snorted "And that experience made me want to grow up!"
Benedict has played the role of the fairy queen Tatiana when he was a teenager, so there!