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Peter Pan Fanfiction

I decided to take the initiative and post the fanfic I'm currently working on. It's still a work in progress, mind you, but if it keeps up the way it's been going, there should be a new chapter either every day or every second day. Comments and opinion would be appreciated. Other than that, enjoy!

The One Left Behind

Peter Pan Fanfic
Summary:
“I want always to be a boy, and have fun.” Was Wendy right? Was this Peter’s “biggest pretend”?


- Peter Pan - PG - English – Fantasy/Action/Adventure/Romance – Multi-Chapter – Status: In-Progress –

Peter Pan © Great Ormond Street Hospital

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.



The One Left Behind


By: Chiruken

Prologue


“All children, except one, grow up.”

That is the way it always began. The knowledge that somewhere there was a boy who refused to grow up had become familiar and comfortable within the nursery of Number 14. Of course, no one would’ve even known of this mysterious boy if not for Wendy Moira Angela Darling and her animated tales of her adventures in Neverland with her younger brothers and the Lost Boys. In turn, Wendy’s daughter, Jane, passed on the tales of adventure to her daughter, preserving the memory of the hero of the stories who wished only to be a boy and have fun forever. And after Margaret grew up, she told the stories to her daughter as well. The telling of the tales passed on and down, each generation having wondrous adventures in Neverland.

And always, as the tales would unfold, there was another rapt listener. A silent shadow peering in through the open window of the nursery, stealthy, unheard and unseen, yet always attentive and eager to hear more. Beside the shadow a brilliant light would hover, twinkling and winking as if a star had descended from the heavens to look within the nursery of Number 14.

But, sadly, there came a day when then nursery window remained closed and locked, the curtains drawn snuggly across the panes. Even more tragic…no childish laughter filled the room, no toys cluttered the floor. No stories were told and no more adventures were had. There were no beds for dreaming heads, no rugs for tip-toeing feet. Not a candle was lit, nor a fire burning. Number 14 was empty.

And, it was to this empty house that the listening shadow and the glittering light returned to hover before the closed and darkened window. No voices could be heard from within, much to the bewilderment of the owner of the shadow. The sound of tinkling bells followed by a sprinkling of glowing dust surrounded the shadow and the ball of light. Seemingly unsatisfied with receiving no reply, the light flickered as if in anger before darting forward, engulfing the shadow with it’s glow, revealing the features of a boy before settling on his shoulder. But not just any boy. There, floating high above the street, defying gravity, was none other than the hero of the tales woven within the now dark nursery…Peter Pan.

Reaching out, Peter tentatively pressed his palm flat against the cool glass of the window, expression revealing his confusion. Turning his gaze briefly to the fairy sitting on his shoulder he shrugged. Pressing his face against the window, he tried to peer inside, but the curtain blocked his view. Frustrated, he rapped his knuckles against the glass and waited. A frown creasing his brow, he tried to open the window and found it locked. Biting his lip he shook his head in denial as unbidden a distant memory flitted through his mind. Someone had once told him this would come to pass…the window would be closed to him, locked or barred. No one would answer his knock. He shook his head hard in an attempt to dislodge the persistent memory, but once the remembering had begun it was impossible to stop. Drawing in a sharp breath he moved closer to the window again. “Wendy?” He waited, but received no reply. “No, Wendy is all grown up now.” He muttered to himself, brow creasing again. “Jane?” He called hopefully before remembering that she, too, had grown. Suddenly he grinned. “Margaret!” He felt confident that Margaret would open the window for him, yet as he waited his certainty dissolved until disappearing altogether as he remembered that Margaret had also grown up. A voice from his distant memory resurfaced, whispering that he would be forgotten and now, it seemed that the unthinkable had come to pass. “No!”

Pushing away from the window of Number 14’s nursery, Peter Pan glared down at the street. He refused to believe that he’d been forgotten. Wendy hadn’t forgotten, even if she did grow up. And Jane…and Margaret…they hadn’t forgotten either. Frowning, he tried to remember the other names that had come after but they floated, just beyond his grasp until, frustrated, he finally gave up. Time passed so differently in Neverland, he realized. He’d never given it much thought before, but now he began to wonder just how much time had passed here, in London, since his last visit. Surely it couldn’t have been more than a few seasons, could it?

Sighing, he cast one last look at the dark window of the nursery before turning away. “Let’s go, Tink.” If he wasn’t flying quite as high or as fast as he usually did, he pretended not to notice as he turned his gaze to the star twinkling brightly in the night sky. Tinker Bell, however, did notice and chattered in her fairy language worriedly as she hovered near the window for a moment longer before hurriedly following Peter as he flew back towards their home.


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Peter Pan Fanfic
Summary:
“I want always to be a boy, and have fun.” Was Wendy right? Was this Peter’s “biggest pretend”?


- Peter Pan - PG - English – Fantasy/Action/Adventure/Romance – Multi-Chapter – Status: In-Progress –

Peter Pan © Great Ormond Street Hospital

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.



The One Left Behind


By: Chiruken

Chapter 1


“Second to the right, and straight on till morning.”

Of course, such instructions were rather difficult to follow, even for those fortunate enough to be able to read maps or star charts. But for Peter, it was as clear as the rising sun on a crisp, cloudless morning. He knew exactly where he was going, had traveled the route often enough to do it with his eyes closed. This, of course, wasn’t advisable since flying with ones eyes closed was bound to end in disaster, but telling Peter this was bound to encourage him to dare it anyway just to prove that he was, indeed, the best there ever was.

As he rode the wind his spirits lifted, forgetting for the most part the disappointment of finding no stories to return to Neverland with. Up and down he went, rising and falling with the air current’s whims, laughing joyously all the while before flipping onto his back and floating with his hands behind his head, a smug and self-satisfied smile tilting his lips upwards. Tinker Bell flitted beside him, her own expression gleeful as she flew in tight circles around the flying boy sprinkling fairy dust over him indiscriminately. She was glad to be returning to their home. She never did like the excursions Peter took outside the boundaries of Neverland ever since the time he’d brought Wendy and her brothers back with them, preferring instead to have his complete and undivided attention focused on her. Naturally, she conveniently forgot that more often than not the boy’s mind would be focused elsewhere rather than where she wished it, but this didn’t deter her from shaping her thoughts the way she wanted them to be.

Flipping over once again, Peter did a whirling display of rolling loop-de-loops before putting on a burst of speed and breaking through the barrier between worlds. Grinning widely, he allowed his body to free fall for several breathtaking seconds, reveling in the rush of cool air against his face. Below, Neverland was slowly being engulfed in the glorious light of the rising sun, the frozen world transforming from desolate snow and windswept ice to a lush paradise. It was as if all of Neverland was welcoming him home. Tumbling out of his free fall, he set his course for the island, pausing briefly for a game of tag with the birds and hide-and-seek in the clouds with Tinker Bell before turning his sights on the glittering jewel-like waters of the Mermaid’s Lagoon.

Flying low and close to the water, he admired his reflection for a moment before reaching down to trail his fingers in the coolness. Below him, just under the surface another form swam, keeping pace with the flying boy, mysterious eyes beckoning as her lips curved into an enticing smile. Laughing, Peter only shook his head, snatching his hand away from the water and the reach of the mermaid swimming below him. Sweet and lovely they may be in the fantasies of most people’s minds, but in reality the mysterious creatures were one of the more dangerous inhabitants of Neverland and he knew it well.

Flipping onto his back once again, Peter stared up at the sky and admired the fluffy clouds turned pink with the rising of the sun. Floating high above the ground, the clouds looked very much like fluffy pink cotton candy and almost good enough to eat. For a moment he was tempted to fly up to them and take a big bite, but after a moment of consideration he decided against it for the time being as he was quite comfortable where he was. His attention was drawn away from the cotton candy clouds by the insistent call of the Neverbird circling in the sky high above. Lifting his hand, Peter waved with a huge grin and it seemed almost as if the bird waved back as it spread its wings and wobbled just so from side to side before turning and disappearing into the distance.

Shooting straight up into the sky, Peter paused for a moment and looked over the island he called home. Suddenly frowning, he looked around and then grinned when he spotted what he had been searching for. “There you are, Tink.” Without another word, he set his course for the Sugar Cane Field and within moments the large field came into view. In the distance the jagged cliffs of the mountains could be seen, but for the moment he ignored them, intent instead on the promise of the tasty sweetness spread out below him.

Landing lightly on the ground, he darted forward, too impatient to walk the rest of the way and instead chose to run. In his mind, running was nearly as fun as flying and got him to his destination ever more quickly than a simple walk. There was nothing he disliked more than wasting his time in getting to the good parts, whether it be in an adventure or in seeking out tasty treats. Patience had never been one of Peter Pan’s strong suits. The only thing he was willing to exercise a little patience for was a good story. Even though he chafed at the inactivity, he would dutifully wait for the tale to unfold from the beginning right to the very end.

Weaving his way through the tall waving stalks until he was almost at the center of the field, he thought that it was good to be home again. Turning, he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his lips when he realized that there was no one behind him. Halting, he stood in one place for several long moments, remembering finally that his return to London had not ended well. Drawing his eyebrows together into a frown, Peter flopped to the ground and lay on his back staring up at the sky through the waving stalks of sugar cane, hands behind his head. No one had returned with him to Neverland to share in his adventures and tell him more stories. The window had been closed and locked, much to his continued dismay. No one had answered his knock nor his call and oddly enough the house had given a distinct feeling of being empty and lonely. He continued to stare up at the blue sky with the fluffy, now white, clouds and pondered what it could all mean. Finally, after an interminable amount of time he sat up and leaned back on his hands. “Where was everyone?” He finally muttered under his breath before jumping to his feet and lifting into the air, intent on returning to his new secret hideout.


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Peter Pan Fanfic
Summary:
“I want always to be a boy, and have fun.” Was Wendy right? Was this Peter’s “biggest pretend”?


- Peter Pan - PG - English – Fantasy/Action/Adventure/Romance – Multi-Chapter – Status: In-Progress –

Peter Pan © Great Ormond Street Hospital

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.



The One Left Behind


By: Chiruken

Chapter 2


In the Little House built for Wendy, nestled high amongst the topmost branches of the Dancing Trees, just where the fairies had placed it so long ago, Peter lived with Tinker Bell. It really was a lovely spot, lit brightly at night with the twinkling of the stars and the glittering of the fairies, seeming to brush against the sky as the Dancing Trees swayed gently with uncommon grace to the Wind’s Waltz. Within the little house was one room where in the center of the room a table of sorts sat forlornly, wishing, it seemed, for company and against the wall were two chairs. Upon the floor a mat of woven grasses rested and nine beds stood empty against the walls, defying the tiny size of the structure. The tenth bed was occupied.

Peter reclined on his bed with one leg bent over the other, green gaze unfocused as he stared sightlessly at the dancing fairies and twinkling stars though the small window beside him while he played an unconsciously melancholy tune on his flute. His thoughts were far from where he currently reclined, straying, instead, back to the nursery of Number 14 and the mystery of the absent children and locked window. Now, it really was uncommon for Peter to be focusing so intently on one thing at a time and even more remarkable that he hadn’t forgotten about the strange occurrences in London. It was for this reason that Tinker Bell flitted about in agitation, trying her level best to distract the boy from his thoughts and entice him into a game. Unfortunately, her efforts were all for naught. Peter Pan would not be distracted.

Frustrated, Tinker Bell finally gave up and blew a raspberry in his direction before darting out the window to join the other fairies in their dancing. Being as tiny as she was, she naturally only had room for one feeling at a time and right now the feeling she had was playfulness which meant she had no room to share Peter’s moodiness. Sparkling fairy dust rained down, casting magical light over the forest and illuminating the party taking place. With a happy squeal, she immediately joined in the dancing, sparing the boy and his sad tune no more thought for the next while as she whirled and spun through the night air.

Peter continued to stare out the window, his vision slowly coming into focus as he watched the dancing fairies just outside the window of the little house. The lilting strains of his song died away as his eyes followed the graceful movements of the tiny creatures. Blinking uncertainly, he allowed his flute to fall to the side and sat up straighter as a faded memory drifted through his mind, elusive and strangely hesitant to be caught. Tilting his head to the side, he chased the memory around until, finally, he trapped and held it firmly. Green eyes widening, he realized quite suddenly which memory he’d been chasing around in his mind. Shifting to his knees he folded his arms against the window sill before dropping his head to rest on them, gazed turned inward as a half smile played about his lips.

It had been a night very much like this one, the sky clear and unmarred by drifting puffs of clouds. The night air had been fragrant with the scent of wild things and the heady perfume of exotic flowers. In the distance the joyful beating of drums could be heard as the Indian Village celebrated the return of their princess, Tiger Lily. Usually he would have been there as well, dancing and laughing along side the Lost Boys. But not on this night. He’d hidden in the dense underbrush of the forest and waited until Wendy had moved close enough to him to hear as he quietly called to her. It had been a very special night for as the Indians celebrated, so did the fairies. There had been a wedding, a most glorious occasion that resulted in courtly dancing amidst glittering showers of fairy dust sparkling in the night. He’d led Wendy to the fairy’s tree and showed her the wondrous sight. Even now he wasn’t certain what had come over him, but he’d felt an impossible to resist desire to dance with her as the fairy couple danced within the hollow tree. In many ways Peter wished that he’d never followed through with his strange impulse as it had been the beginning of the end.

Pushing away from the window, he stared at the empty house and wondered if things would have been different if he’d left well enough alone and not danced with Wendy. Would she have stayed with him in Neverland? Would she still be telling him stories? He didn’t like thinking of things from the past. Such thoughts always made his chest ache and his eyes sting with the unfamiliar emotion of regret. Shaking his head sharply, he thrust all thoughts of such things out of his mind.

Jumping off the bed he closed his hands into fists at his sides and drew in several deep breaths as he looked around the room again. Pressing his lips together into a straight line he decided that he was bored and that was why such strange thoughts kept returning to his mind. He needed a distraction, but not just any distraction. He needed to find more stories to occupy his thoughts and to do that he had to return to London.

Swiftly exiting the house he took to the air and flew amidst the dancing fairies searching for one in particular. It took many pinches to his nose and tugs on his ears, but he finally found Tinker Bell happily spinning in tight circles in the center of the crowd of fairies. “Tink!” He called and waited. When he received no reply he stealthily crept up on her and snatched out of the air, laughing at the voluble tinkling of bells that was her language as she chastised him for ruining her fun. “Come on, Tink. Let’s go.” The tiny fairy adopted a curious expression and once again tinkled, this time in query. “We’re going to go find some stories.” With a grin, Peter shot straight up into the air, higher than the fairies, until all he could see were the stars glittering brightly against the velvet backdrop of the night sky. Laughing from the sheer joy of flying, he set his course and flew as fast as he could, the wind tugging at his hair, a flush of exhilaration in his cheeks as his eyes sparkled with excitement.


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Peter Pan Fanfic
Summary:
“I want always to be a boy, and have fun.” Was Wendy right? Was this Peter’s “biggest pretend”?


- Peter Pan - PG - English – Fantasy/Action/Adventure/Romance – Multi-Chapter – Status: In-Progress –

Peter Pan © Great Ormond Street Hospital

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.



The One Left Behind


By: Chiruken

Chapter 3


During the journey to London Peter and Tinker Bell played games amongst the clouds, sometimes Follow the Leader, others it would be tag. Occasionally Peter would forget which game they were playing or simply become bored and drop down to skim the surface of the ocean, laughing at the dolphins as they jumped, greeting him with their odd little cries before disappearing beneath the water again. For the most part Tinker Bell didn’t mind his sorely lacking attention span, choosing instead to flit around his head, her fairy light sparkling almost like a halo as she flew faster and faster as her whims of fancy struck her.

Soon they spotted flocks of birds flying in loose formation and, unable to resist a chance at trickery and fun, Peter swooped down upon them and snatched the food right from their beaks with a triumphant grin. Naturally, the birds took offense and squawked raucous accusations and other less than pleasant diatribes at him to which Peter would merely crow with delight, a cheeky smile curving his lips upwards, before darting in again to pull at their tail feathers.

Soon enough, however, the horizon filled with rooftops and chimneys. Slowing his flight, Peter circled the Tower of London, pausing to stand upon the large hands of the clock to look down upon the bustling city. A gust of wind brushed against him and he shivered. He directed his gaze down at his feet and wriggled his toes against the snow covering the clock hand. “It was spring last time I was here…” He murmured thoughtfully. “Now it’s winter.” He had a feeling that this was significant somehow. While he’d been in Neverland he hadn’t felt the pull of time nor the changing of the seasons, yet here, in London, he suddenly realized that quite a bit of time had actually passed since his last visit.

Such thoughts had never plagued Peter before and he was confused as to why it was happening now. Lifting his gaze, he looked around, noticing even more changes to the once familiar city. Somehow, to him, it looked bigger, more crowded than before. Strange, unfamiliar sounds filled the night accompanied by the glow of what seemed to be millions of lights that blocked out the glow of the stars in the sky.

Frowning, he tilted his head to the side and studied the lights glittering row upon row and the streets crowded with traffic. It was well into night by now and he found it simply amazing that still the sprawling metropolis was alive with activity. Shrugging away the niggling worries that were half formed in his mind he grinned with anticipation of the mischief he could get into with so many people still milling about on the streets. “Oh what fun!” He whispered to his companion, the excitement of the moment colouring his animated voice. Tinker Bell shook her head emphatically and tugged on his hair, trying to urge him to fly away. She didn’t like the unfamiliar sounds roaring through the night. She drew in a deep breath and nearly choked, covering her nose and mouth with her tiny hands as she was assailed by horrendous smells she couldn’t even begin to describe. When the boy’s eyes glittered in such a way as to alert her to upcoming mischief, Tinker Bell tugged harder on his hair, careful to keep one hand over her nose. Her efforts resulted in being swatted. “Stop that, Tink.” With a tremendous scowl, the tiny fairy chimed out in angry tinkles and dingles just what she thought of the smells and the loud noises before sticking her tongue out at Peter after which she promptly turned her back, small arms folded over her chest and chin high in the air.

Shrugging, Peter stepped off the clock hand and hovered in front of her, smiling beguilingly. Naturally, Tinker Bell couldn’t stay mad at him for long and gave in almost immediately, flying up to him to kiss his nose, leaving behind a smudge of glittering fairy dust. When he turned and flew towards Kensington Gardens, she followed without protest, circling around him and chinkling energetically in her bell-like voice. She was eager to continue with their adventure, even if the offensive odors in the air hadn’t diminished.

It wasn’t until Tinker Bell saw the familiar house and nursery window that her enthusiasm dimmed. She didn’t want Peter to go back to Number 14, not after the disappointment of their last visit to the dark and empty house. But as they drew nearer, she saw that the house was dark and empty no more. Light spilled out onto the street from the first floor windows and shadowy figures moved around within. However, it wasn’t the first floor that interested Peter, she noticed. No, his gaze was focused on one particular window…the nursery window.

Peter lowered himself to the large bough of the tree growing tall and straight beside Number 14 and peered into the familiar window curiously. After a moment a wide grin lit up his features as he spotted three forms moving around within the room. It was all he could do to stop himself from crowing out his delight. Finally he’d hear stories again, of this he was certain.


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Cheers!

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Chiruken
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