Peter Pan:A Faerie Tale
Summary
All boys, except one, grow up. Isn't that the way the story goes? Peter Pan was not a child. He was not even human. And his nemesis was not a sea captain. The Lost Boys weren't really boys either. Wendy, John, and Michael Were children... AU
Part 2
Silvara Wilde (LadyLark@hotmail.com)
Any comments, suggestions, flames, rants, are always welcome. Though the last
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Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own any rights to Peter Pan or the characters therein. They all belong to J. M. Barrie; I am merely borrowing them for a while.
AN: Yes, we will eventually get to pairings, but I have to set the story up first! *grins*
Peter Pan: A Faerie Tale Part 2
“Peter Pan.” He watched her as he replied. What was a child doing outside all alone? What possible reason could she have for being in this place, at this time?
“Are you lost too? Is that why you were crying?” She took a few steps closer to him as the moon came out from behind the clouds. “Oh!” Seeing now that he was not just a slightly older child as she had thought, she stopped, eyes wide.
Peter sat down in the grass, legs crossed Indian-style and smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way given the fact he was still covered in dirt and worse from the battle he had just fought. “Where do you live Wendy? Perhaps I can help you find the way?”
“I live with my parents and brothers near Kensington Gardens. Where do YOU live?”
Not wishing to alarm the child any more than he had already, and not wanting to explain about where on Earth, or rather Under it, he lived he said the first thing that came to him. “Second to the right and straight on till morning.” Winking as he did so to let her know he didn’t expect her to believe hi
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“What a funny address! Is that what they put on your letters?” She asked falling in with the game.
“I don’t get any letters.”
“Surely your Mother gets letters?”
His mask must have slipped then for impulsively she came to him and reached out hesitantly. “My mother is dead Wendy. But we should get you back to yours. I think Kensington is that way.” Standing up, he began to guide her in the darkness as easily as if it had been day.
Very soon they came to an area Wendy recognized. “There! Just down there is my street.” The house she pointed out to him was dark as though all within slept.
“Are you sure Wendy? Why isn’t anyone out looking for you?”
“Well, Mother was telling us stories about faeries and John and Michael said there was no such thing. I told them there were and that I bet they came out at night when no one was around. So they dared me to go prove it…” She looked down embarrassed. “Mother and Father didn’t know; we waited till they were sleeping.”
Peter frowned. “You know that was foolish Wendy, what if something had happened to you?”
“I know, and I didn’t even get to see a faerie, so I guess my brothers were right, they don’t exist.”
His mother’s words suddenly rang in his head. “Look to the world above” she had said, but this was just a child… How could she possibly help them?
“Wendy, if I could prove to you and your brothers that faeries and elves and such exist, would you be willing to help me?”
“How Peter? I’m only twelve, surely I couldn’t be much help to you?” Her eyes gave her away however; she very much wanted to see a faerie.
“Let’s go get your brothers first, then I’ll explain.”