~A Lily for Peter~
~Fanfiction Summary~
Peter discovers that he has been betrayed and his Lost Boys are, well… Lost. As he searches the streets of London for the Lost Boys Peter finds a little more than he expected. There's a newcomer in Neverland and the boys aren't the only ones who want to play.
~Author's Note~
Hello! Please note that this story is being rewritten! The progress of the Rewrite will be posted and updated in the summary. Thank you!
~Disclaimer~
I do not own any characters used in this fanfic save for Lily. Any other character used in this fanfic will be borrowed from the book 'Peter Pan', possibly the series 'Peter and the Starcatchers', the Disney Movie Peter Pan, along with various other Peter Pan plays, movies, and shows like Foxs' Peter Pan and the Neverland Pirates. I apologize that I cannot give you the names of everyone these characters are credited to... there are simply too many.
On with the Story!
~Prologue: Wendy's Betrayal~
Ordinarily, when the clock strikes one, the children of London are fast asleep… and the Darling children were no exception. Their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Darling and their beloved four-legged nanny were also sleeping in their respective beds. The Darling house was peaceful, unaware of the late-night caller heading it's way.
Ordinarily, when the clock strikes one, the streets of London are quiet. On occasion there were stragglers, hardworking men on their way home after a late night, a stumbling drunk or two, perhaps even a stray searching for food.
This night, however, not all the children in London were sleeping, and its streets were not so quiet.
Footsteps echoed as little feet hit the pavement.
"Hurry! Into the alley!"
"Tootles, keep up!"
"I'm coming!"
"Shhhh! Here they come."
"Where did they go?!"
"Check the next street!"
With all the commotion it was no surprise that they didn't notice when time itself stopped. The hands of Big Ben had not moved for several minutes now, but one doesn't get much of a chance to check the time when fleeing. Thus, ignorant of the fact that time had stopped the children hurried along the allies of London. Their pursuers, a group of very grouchy, very tired men, had overlooked them, it was time to move.
"Come on! The gardens have to be around here somewhere!" The tallest said.
"Let's try that way!" Two identical voices suggested, though they'd pointed in opposite directions.
"Wait!" The youngest cried.
"We don't have time to wait!" Said another.
"But we've lost our lily!"
The others looked around, he was right, they'd lost their lily.
"What do we do now?!" The youngest sniffled.
"Don't cry!" The oldest huffed. "We'll just have to look around."
"I wish Peter was here…"
All children, except one, grow up. In a faraway land, there lives a boy; a boy who refuses to grow up. He lives amongst fairies and Indians, amongst pirates and kings. The sun shines when he's happy, clouds darken when he's angry or scared. There's never a dull moment when Peter Pan was around.
"He would know what to do."
And they… they were his lost boys…
And they were lost.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves. As I've said, the Darlings have a late night visitor.
If the few stragglers on the streets of London, or the Lost Boys and their pursuers, had happened to look up at the night sky they might have caught a quite peculiar sight. Perhaps a drunken man might have thought he'd had too much to drink or perhaps the hardworking man might have thought he'd hadn't had enough sleep… because there is, of course, no such thing as a flying boy… and certainly flying boys do not race stars across the sky, because boys cannot fly.
Alas, adults are such fragile beings, most unwilling to believe in magic anymore, but children of course know better. In this particular subject, the Darling children, and most certainly the Lost Boys, knew best. Boys most certainly can fly, and girls too, with just a bit of faith, trust, and of course some pixie dust.
Yes, boys can fly, and none fly better than Peter Pan. He weaved through chimneys and rooftops with ease, laughing when his companion caught up with him and attacked his side in a bout of tickles.
"Stop Tink!" Peter said, still laughing. "We're almost there!" He continued excitedly.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Peter?" His companion, a curious little fairy named Tinkerbelle, asked him uncertainly.
"Of course it is! It's my idea after all." He pulled off the top hat he'd been wearing and held it out in front of him as he landed on the roof of the Darling home. "That boy…"
"John."
"Left his hat when he, Wendy, and the Lost Boys left Neverland. We're just returning it to… what was his name again?"
"John!" Tinkerbelle repeated. "But why now Peter? Why didn't we bring it back five months ago when they left?" Tinkerbelle chimed.
"Well… I didn't feel like it until now." He huffed. He was much too proud to admit that he missed his lost boys… and he missed Wendy. "Come on, we better give this back to…"
"John." Tinkerbelle sighed. She flew over to the window first to make sure the coast was clear. "Peter! Peter the window's closed!"
"Can't be!" Peter came along to see for himself. "Wendy promised she'd keep it open!" As Tinkerbelle said, the nursery window was closed. He tried to open it, but it was locked. "It's locked!" Peter growled.
"Hold on!" Tinkerbelle called as she headed for the chimney. A few minutes later Peter saw her telltale glow approach the window from the inside. Covered in soot, Tinkerbelle struggled against the window lock for a moment before it finally gave.
"Good job Tink!" Peter said as he threw the window open.
"Hey!"Tinkerbelle complained as she was thrown from the windowsill. "A-Achoo!" Tinkerbelle sneezed, dislodging the soot from her body as she did so.
Peter laughed and caught Tinkerbelle as she sneezed again, launching herself backwards. "Bless you." He placed her on his shoulder as he looked around the familiar room… only…. The room wasn't quite as familiar as it used to be…
There was John and Michael, sleeping in their beds as they had been when Peter had first visted…
But where was Wendy's bed? It wasn't where it used to be… and neither was Wendy…
Peter looked to the two sleeping boys in their beds. He moved to the closest bed, containing the smallest boy, and shook him awake.
"Huh?" the boy grunted. "Oh!... Hullo Peter…" he yawned.
"Hullo John, I've brought you your hat. You left it in Neverland. Where's Wendy?" He asked the sleepy boy, speaking a bit too fast for the boy to follow in his current state.
The boy yawned and sat up, pulling his teddy with him. "I'm not John… I'm Michael… don't ya remember?... Is that John's hat?"
Peter shrugged. "Where's Wendy?" He asked again.
"Oh… Wendy has her own room now." The boy snuggled back into bed, pulling his teddy close and closing his eyes. "It's… across…. the… hall."
He fell back asleep.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Stupid John." He murmured as he put the hat on the boy's head. "I should have asked Michael instead." He snuck out of the room and entered the room across the hall. Surely Wendy would be more alert that 'John' was… she could show him which room his lost boys were in so he could check in on them.
He crept across the hallway, wary of the sleeping newfoundland nurse in the hallway, and opened the door to Wendy's room in silence. At last Peter was greeted with the sight of the familiar bed and the familiar girl who slept inside. Her brown curly hair was still tied with the same blue bow and from what he could see without lifting the covers, she wore the same blue nightgown as well.
"Wendy!" Peter whispered as he approached the bed. "Hey, Wendy!" he called again.
"The girl sleeps like a rock!" Tinkerbelle complained.
Peter stopped next to the bed and gently shook her shoulder.
"Hmm?" Wendy's eyes slowly opened. "Oh? Peter! Whatever are you doing here?"
Peter was a bit hurt at her surprise. She hadn't expected him to visit? Hadn't expected him to check on his Lost Boys? Hadn't expected him to come and see her again? Is that why they'd locked the Nursery window?
"Peter?"
Realizing he hadn't answered her, he wiped the frown off his face and puffed out his chest. "I came her to return… uhh…"
"John." Tinkerbelle informed.
"John's…hat. He left it in Neverland."
"Oh," Wendy yawned and slowly sat up. "That was very kind of you Peter." Her blue eyes met his.
"It was nothing." Peter grinned.
"Hm," Wendy's eyes had closed again. She looked as if she'd be asleep soon.
"So, where are the Lost Boys?" Peter asked. He hoped she'd at least stay awake long enough to answer him.
"Hm?"
"The Lost Boys… where's their room?"
"Their room?" Wendy asked, her eyes finally opening once more.
"Yeah, their room… they weren't in the Nursery, they're not in here… so where's their room?"
Wendy frowned. "They don't have a room, Peter… they don't live here."
Peter frowned. "Why wouldn't they live here?! Where do they live if not here?!"
"Well, I imagine they're still living in the Orphanage if they haven't been adopted yet."
Peter's face grew dark. "What's an Orphanage?" he asked.
"It is where children without parents are placed until they get adopted… or turn into adults."
Horror and dread filled him as he asked, "What's adopted?"
"That's when children who have no parents are taken in by people who want a child to take care of."
"B-but the Lost Boys had parents! They had you! You were supposed to be their mother! You said your parents would take them in!"
"Peter," Wendy said calmly, "I can't really be the mother to the Lost Boys. I haven't yet been introduced to society. It's unthinkable for a girl of my age to be a mother without a husband… and of course my parents cannot afford to take care of so many children. My brothers and myself are enough as it is… and with my pending introduction into society… why there's dresses to be made, parties to throw, acquaintances to be made and much, much more! I did what I could and suggested that they placed in the orphanage… it's much better than them living on the streets after all." Wendy let out another yawn.
Peter's horror turned to rage. "HOW DARE YOU!" he shouted. He no longer cared who he alerted, the pain of Wendy's betrayal, the rage at what his Lost Boys had suffered, could not be quieted. "You gave MY Lost Boys false promises! You LIED to them and brought them here! You told them you'd be their MOTHER and they'd grow up with you! They followed you because they LOVED you and you GAVE THEM AWAY?!" He roared.
There was barking and scratching at Wendy's door now.
"Peter!" Wendy scolded. "You've woken up Nana! There's no reason you yell… she's sure to wake up my parents now."
"NO REASON?! YOU TOOK AWAY MY FRIENDS AND THREW THEM AWAY!"
"I didn't-"
Peter held up his hand, cutting her off.
The sound of worried voices calling Wendy's name, Nana's barking, and footsteps approached the door.
He sent Wendy a harsh glare. "I am your friend no more…"
"But Peter!"
"If I ever see you again, Wendy… I will kill you."
Peter threw her bedroom door open and sped past Mr. and Mrs. Darling so suddenly that they hadn't a chance to react. He was already flying through the Nursery window before Michael and John had left their beds.
"What do we do now, Peter?" Tinkerbelle cried.
"We get them back."
~End of Chapter~
~Author's Note~
So here's the very first Chapter rewritten. I won't make promises of quick updates because I always seem to break them. Just know that I am working on Rewriting all of my stories and I plan to continue them once they are rewritten. Thank you for reading!