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"My children, my precious children. I thought they came home. I was so sure this time. No, they will never come back," Mrs. Darling turned slowly from the window with tears in her eyes. Countless nights she had lain by the open window, watching, waiting. But her children never came.
"Mother?" a child's voice called out.
Mrs. Darling laughed slightly. "Now my ears are playing tricks on me. I can almost hear them calling to me."
"Mother, it is us! Really it is," another child called out. Slowly Mrs. Darling turned around trying to convince herself that it was all in her imagination. Her children couldn't possibly be back, yet there was a small something, call it a mother's hope, that maybe, just maybe...
"Wendy! John! Michael!" Mrs. Darling screamed. There standing on the windowsill were her children. "It can't be my precious dears!" Mrs. Darling rushed forward planting kisses all over her children.
"Yes mother, we're home. We're back, and we won't leave again," Wendy said hugging her mother with all her might.
"My love, you won't believe this but I opened the door downstairs and there was a group of boys standing there and..." Mr. Darling froze. He had just walked into the room with a small group of dirty boys to discover his wife hugging their missing children. "Wendy, John, Michael!"
"Hello father," the three children called out beaming brightly. Mr. Darling rushed forward to embrace his wife and children. When the family finally let each other go Mr. Darling noticed the boys standing in the doorway looking very uncomfortable.
"Oh dear me I forgot! These boys were standing out in front of our house looking quite lost."
"Yes father of course they look lost they're the lost boys. I found them and they followed me back here," Wendy said. "May I keep them?"
"Well I don't know Wendy, think of the expense..." Mr. Darling said.
"Father will this help?" Michael asked. He walked forward and dumped out a sack filled with all kinds of jewels. Mr. Darling gaped at the jewels unable to say anything.
"I think that means yes, we may keep them," Mrs. Darling said. "Come here boys," She held her arms out for the lost boys and they ran forward into her warm embrace. While they all sat laughing and talking of the future a small figure sighed and turned to leave. He was noticed by none except Wendy.
"Peter!" she called walking to the window.
"Hullo Wendy," he said.
"Peter must you leave?" she asked pleadingly.
"Yes Wendy, I have to go back. Neverland is where I belong and where I must stay," he replied.
Wendy swallowed back tears that were desperately trying to flow. "Well you will be back won't you Peter?"
Peter smiled, "Of course Wendy, of course I'll come back. I'll be back to hear the stories, ones about me!" Then Peter turned and jumped into the air soaring up towards the moon with a glowing ball following close behind.
"You won't forget me will you Peter?" Wendy called after him. Peter stopped.
"Never Wendy. Never will I forget you."
"Promise?"
"I promise." With that he flew out of sight. Wendy sighed and turned back into the room to rejoin her family.
Later that night after the night light had been lit Wendy quietly slipped out of her bed stepping carefully around the bodies on the floor. She pushed open the window and stared out across the sky at a small star.
"Second star to the right and straight on to morning." She whispered. "Remember Peter, you promised."
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Several years later.....
"Where did the fairies come from mother?" the girl asked, her big brown eyes shining.
"Well Jane, when the first child laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about. That was the beginning of fairies."
"Do you believe in fairies mother?"
"Yes Jane I do with all my heart, and remember sweet, any time someone says 'I don't believe in fairies, another fairy's light goes out."
"I believe in fairies mother."
"Good, I'm very glad about that dear. Now it's time to sleep," the girl's mother kissed her nose and just before she left the room she turned on the night light and shut the window. She walked down the old familiar hallway and into the room her parents used to occupy. Then she walked to the window and opened it slowly.
"Second star to the right and straight on to morning. You've forgotten Peter, you've forgotten," she sighed shutting her eyes.
"Wendy who are you talking to?" Wendy's husband asked walking into the room.
"Oh no one Nick, I was just remembering something," Wendy replied.
-+Five years later+-
"Jane are you awake?" Wendy asked knocking lightly on her daughter's door.
"Yes mother," Jane replied. Wendy opened her door up and walked in.
"Jane, you should be getting some sleep, we've got to finish up packing tomorrow, the movers are going to be coming on Friday."
"Who cares? I don't want to move mother. I've spent my entire life in this house, and how could you even want to leave? You grew up in this house too."
"Yes Jane, but your father has gotten a wonderful job offer over in Paris. This is something he has been working his entire life for."
"I don't want to go to France mother."
"I know dear, but you'll get used to it eventually. Just give it some time. You may like it more than you think you would. Get some sleep now Jane. Do you want me to tell you about the fairies?" Jane rolled her eyes.
"Mother I'm thirteen years old now. You can't expect me to believe all those stories of lost boys and pirates and fairies can you?"
"I don't see why not, I believe them all."
Jane raised her eyebrows increduously. "You honestly expect me to believe that?"
"Yes I do. But I can't force you to believe. Just remember any time someone says 'I don't believe in fairies' another fairy's light goes out."
"Yes yes I know. Good night mother."
"Goodnight Jane," Wendy said walking towards the door. Then she noticed the open window. "Jane what have I told you about this? Never go to sleep at night with your window open. You never know what may come in here."
"Don't worry mother, I don't think a boy is going to fly in here and whisk me off to some land where no one grows up."
Wendy smiled sadly and shut the window. "No probably not Jane. Goodnight dear." Wendy walked down the hall to her own room. She did her best to cover up her unease about Jane's window being open. Peter said he would come back. Wendy's greatest fear is that he'd come back and take Jane with him, and Jane might not want to come back.
Silently Wendy walked over to her own window. She opened it up and searched the sky for the boy who's face was growing less and less familiar. Then she turned sadly from the window and sat to work on her needle point.
A small thump drew her attention to her window. Could it be? No, it had been too long. He had forgotten.
"Wendy," a faint whisper fluttered in on the breeze outside. Wendy, overcome with hope, put down her needlework and walked over to the widow. She stuck her head out and gasped. There on the ledge in front of her old nursery window was a boy struggling to open the window.
"Peter?" Wendy called out quietly. The boy looked over to her puzzled.
"Wendy? Is that you?" He asked. "Come on Wendy, Hook's up to his old tricks again. I need you and John and Michael to come back with me," Peter said flying over to her window and landing on the ledge.
"I can't Peter," Wendy said softly.
"Of course you can. Come on Wendy let's go!"
"No Peter, I've forgotten how to fly," Wendy said.
"Forgotten? Well that's all right, I can teach you again!"
"No Peter, no I can't fly and I can't go to Neverland. Not anymore."
"But Wendy...you have to come. Why wouldn't you?"
"Peter," Wendy hesitated. Couldn't he see it? Why was he so surprised? She was standing right before him. Why couldn't he see that she had grown up? "I'm old Peter."
Peter's green eyes grew wide and he stepped backwards. "No!"
"Peter I'm sorry, these things just happen. Even if I wanted to I couldn't help it...I..."
"No! It's not true!! You're not old! Wendy you can't be!"
"Yes Peter I am."
"You're lying to me! You're not Wendy! Wendy's in the nursery sleeping, I saw her in there."
"No Peter that's my daughter Jane."
"Liar!" Peter said his eyes flashing.
"Peter, would Wendy ever sleep with the window closed knowing that you were going to come back?"
Peter stopped to consider this. Then he looked at Wendy, really looked at her.
"Oh Wendy...you've grown up."
"Yes Peter I did." Peter sat down dejectedly.
"So now you can't come back with me. But...maybe your daughter can," Peter said looking up hopefully. Wendy's eyes grew wide.
"No! Jane cannot come with you Peter! She doesn't believe my stories anymore, she wouldn't even want to go and we're leaving in a few days..."
"Maybe you should ask her if she wants to go," a voice said from the doorway. Wendy whirled around.
"Jane what are you doing up?" Jane walked forward her eyes bright.
"It is true! Mother you really did fly away with a boy who won't grow up. I...I can't believe it," Jane said. Peter walked over to Jane and bowed.
"Hullo Jane, I'm honored to meet you."
"Hello Peter, I'm happy to meet you as well."
"Then you'll come Jane?" Peter asked. Jane looked from Peter to Wendy. Wendy shook her head urgently. Jane bit her lip in indecision then she looked back at Peter and her face set with determination.
"Peter, I would love to go to Neverland with you."
"No!" Wendy cried. "Jane you mustn't! Peter please don't take her."
"But why not mother?" Jane asked. "After all you went and you're still alive."
"Because I'm afraid that you won't come back," Wendy said with tears.
"Don't worry Wendy, I'll look out for her. Tink!" A ball of light floated in the window and landed on Peter's hand. "Tink, please give Jane here a good dusting. She's coming along with us." Tinkerbell eyed Jane carefully then she flew up above her and spun around causing shimmering dust to drift down around her.
"Now, just think lovely thoughts and off we go!" Peter said happily. Jane thought for a moment and then a smile spread across her face. Slowly she drifted off of the ground.
"Look at me I'm flying!" Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the window.
"Come on Jane let's go!" he said.
"Please bring her back Peter please!"
"I promise Wendy, I will," Peter said as he and Jane flew out the window.
"But Peter," Wendy whispered. "You were supposed to come back for me." Her heart fluttered as she remembered all the adventures she had had with Peter, and the love they had shared. The love that had stopped hook the first time. Now she knew. There was no chance of going back. She had no regrets though. She was glad that she had grown up and fallen in love again and had her beautiful daughter. Jane! Searched the sky for the two children that had disappeared into the night sky.
"Jane, my little child. Please come back to me." Wendy wept bitterly. Then a thought hit her. Was it just her or did Peter look older?"
"Wendy dear, what is it? What's the matter?" Nick asked walking into the room.
"Oh Nick!" Wendy cried falling into his arms. "It's Jane, she's gone, he came back and took her with him!"
"What?" Nick asked quickly. "Who came back? Wendy who took Jane?"
"Peter did. Peter Pan."
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A/N: All right, this is my version of what happens when Peter comes back. It will have some mush in it, but nothing above a PG rating. There will be some violence, so if I think I have to raise the rating I will. And yes, I¹ve seen the Disney version and Hook, and I know what they say happens, but this is my version of what happens. Please give me reviews and tell me what you take. Constructive criticism welcome.
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"My children, my precious children. I thought they came home. I was so sure this time. No, they will never come back," Mrs. Darling turned slowly from the window with tears in her eyes. Countless nights she had lain by the open window, watching, waiting. But her children never came.
"Mother?" a child's voice called out.
Mrs. Darling laughed slightly. "Now my ears are playing tricks on me. I can almost hear them calling to me."
"Mother, it is us! Really it is," another child called out. Slowly Mrs. Darling turned around trying to convince herself that it was all in her imagination. Her children couldn't possibly be back, yet there was a small something, call it a mother's hope, that maybe, just maybe...
"Wendy! John! Michael!" Mrs. Darling screamed. There standing on the windowsill were her children. "It can't be my precious dears!" Mrs. Darling rushed forward planting kisses all over her children.
"Yes mother, we're home. We're back, and we won't leave again," Wendy said hugging her mother with all her might.
"My love, you won't believe this but I opened the door downstairs and there was a group of boys standing there and..." Mr. Darling froze. He had just walked into the room with a small group of dirty boys to discover his wife hugging their missing children. "Wendy, John, Michael!"
"Hello father," the three children called out beaming brightly. Mr. Darling rushed forward to embrace his wife and children. When the family finally let each other go Mr. Darling noticed the boys standing in the doorway looking very uncomfortable.
"Oh dear me I forgot! These boys were standing out in front of our house looking quite lost."
"Yes father of course they look lost they're the lost boys. I found them and they followed me back here," Wendy said. "May I keep them?"
"Well I don't know Wendy, think of the expense..." Mr. Darling said.
"Father will this help?" Michael asked. He walked forward and dumped out a sack filled with all kinds of jewels. Mr. Darling gaped at the jewels unable to say anything.
"I think that means yes, we may keep them," Mrs. Darling said. "Come here boys," She held her arms out for the lost boys and they ran forward into her warm embrace. While they all sat laughing and talking of the future a small figure sighed and turned to leave. He was noticed by none except Wendy.
"Peter!" she called walking to the window.
"Hullo Wendy," he said.
"Peter must you leave?" she asked pleadingly.
"Yes Wendy, I have to go back. Neverland is where I belong and where I must stay," he replied.
Wendy swallowed back tears that were desperately trying to flow. "Well you will be back won't you Peter?"
Peter smiled, "Of course Wendy, of course I'll come back. I'll be back to hear the stories, ones about me!" Then Peter turned and jumped into the air soaring up towards the moon with a glowing ball following close behind.
"You won't forget me will you Peter?" Wendy called after him. Peter stopped.
"Never Wendy. Never will I forget you."
"Promise?"
"I promise." With that he flew out of sight. Wendy sighed and turned back into the room to rejoin her family.
Later that night after the night light had been lit Wendy quietly slipped out of her bed stepping carefully around the bodies on the floor. She pushed open the window and stared out across the sky at a small star.
"Second star to the right and straight on to morning." She whispered. "Remember Peter, you promised."
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Several years later.....
"Where did the fairies come from mother?" the girl asked, her big brown eyes shining.
"Well Jane, when the first child laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about. That was the beginning of fairies."
"Do you believe in fairies mother?"
"Yes Jane I do with all my heart, and remember sweet, any time someone says 'I don't believe in fairies, another fairy's light goes out."
"I believe in fairies mother."
"Good, I'm very glad about that dear. Now it's time to sleep," the girl's mother kissed her nose and just before she left the room she turned on the night light and shut the window. She walked down the old familiar hallway and into the room her parents used to occupy. Then she walked to the window and opened it slowly.
"Second star to the right and straight on to morning. You've forgotten Peter, you've forgotten," she sighed shutting her eyes.
"Wendy who are you talking to?" Wendy's husband asked walking into the room.
"Oh no one Nick, I was just remembering something," Wendy replied.
-+Five years later+-
"Jane are you awake?" Wendy asked knocking lightly on her daughter's door.
"Yes mother," Jane replied. Wendy opened her door up and walked in.
"Jane, you should be getting some sleep, we've got to finish up packing tomorrow, the movers are going to be coming on Friday."
"Who cares? I don't want to move mother. I've spent my entire life in this house, and how could you even want to leave? You grew up in this house too."
"Yes Jane, but your father has gotten a wonderful job offer over in Paris. This is something he has been working his entire life for."
"I don't want to go to France mother."
"I know dear, but you'll get used to it eventually. Just give it some time. You may like it more than you think you would. Get some sleep now Jane. Do you want me to tell you about the fairies?" Jane rolled her eyes.
"Mother I'm thirteen years old now. You can't expect me to believe all those stories of lost boys and pirates and fairies can you?"
"I don't see why not, I believe them all."
Jane raised her eyebrows increduously. "You honestly expect me to believe that?"
"Yes I do. But I can't force you to believe. Just remember any time someone says 'I don't believe in fairies' another fairy's light goes out."
"Yes yes I know. Good night mother."
"Goodnight Jane," Wendy said walking towards the door. Then she noticed the open window. "Jane what have I told you about this? Never go to sleep at night with your window open. You never know what may come in here."
"Don't worry mother, I don't think a boy is going to fly in here and whisk me off to some land where no one grows up."
Wendy smiled sadly and shut the window. "No probably not Jane. Goodnight dear." Wendy walked down the hall to her own room. She did her best to cover up her unease about Jane's window being open. Peter said he would come back. Wendy's greatest fear is that he'd come back and take Jane with him, and Jane might not want to come back.
Silently Wendy walked over to her own window. She opened it up and searched the sky for the boy who's face was growing less and less familiar. Then she turned sadly from the window and sat to work on her needle point.
A small thump drew her attention to her window. Could it be? No, it had been too long. He had forgotten.
"Wendy," a faint whisper fluttered in on the breeze outside. Wendy, overcome with hope, put down her needlework and walked over to the widow. She stuck her head out and gasped. There on the ledge in front of her old nursery window was a boy struggling to open the window.
"Peter?" Wendy called out quietly. The boy looked over to her puzzled.
"Wendy? Is that you?" He asked. "Come on Wendy, Hook's up to his old tricks again. I need you and John and Michael to come back with me," Peter said flying over to her window and landing on the ledge.
"I can't Peter," Wendy said softly.
"Of course you can. Come on Wendy let's go!"
"No Peter, I've forgotten how to fly," Wendy said.
"Forgotten? Well that's all right, I can teach you again!"
"No Peter, no I can't fly and I can't go to Neverland. Not anymore."
"But Wendy...you have to come. Why wouldn't you?"
"Peter," Wendy hesitated. Couldn't he see it? Why was he so surprised? She was standing right before him. Why couldn't he see that she had grown up? "I'm old Peter."
Peter's green eyes grew wide and he stepped backwards. "No!"
"Peter I'm sorry, these things just happen. Even if I wanted to I couldn't help it...I..."
"No! It's not true!! You're not old! Wendy you can't be!"
"Yes Peter I am."
"You're lying to me! You're not Wendy! Wendy's in the nursery sleeping, I saw her in there."
"No Peter that's my daughter Jane."
"Liar!" Peter said his eyes flashing.
"Peter, would Wendy ever sleep with the window closed knowing that you were going to come back?"
Peter stopped to consider this. Then he looked at Wendy, really looked at her.
"Oh Wendy...you've grown up."
"Yes Peter I did." Peter sat down dejectedly.
"So now you can't come back with me. But...maybe your daughter can," Peter said looking up hopefully. Wendy's eyes grew wide.
"No! Jane cannot come with you Peter! She doesn't believe my stories anymore, she wouldn't even want to go and we're leaving in a few days..."
"Maybe you should ask her if she wants to go," a voice said from the doorway. Wendy whirled around.
"Jane what are you doing up?" Jane walked forward her eyes bright.
"It is true! Mother you really did fly away with a boy who won't grow up. I...I can't believe it," Jane said. Peter walked over to Jane and bowed.
"Hullo Jane, I'm honored to meet you."
"Hello Peter, I'm happy to meet you as well."
"Then you'll come Jane?" Peter asked. Jane looked from Peter to Wendy. Wendy shook her head urgently. Jane bit her lip in indecision then she looked back at Peter and her face set with determination.
"Peter, I would love to go to Neverland with you."
"No!" Wendy cried. "Jane you mustn't! Peter please don't take her."
"But why not mother?" Jane asked. "After all you went and you're still alive."
"Because I'm afraid that you won't come back," Wendy said with tears.
"Don't worry Wendy, I'll look out for her. Tink!" A ball of light floated in the window and landed on Peter's hand. "Tink, please give Jane here a good dusting. She's coming along with us." Tinkerbell eyed Jane carefully then she flew up above her and spun around causing shimmering dust to drift down around her.
"Now, just think lovely thoughts and off we go!" Peter said happily. Jane thought for a moment and then a smile spread across her face. Slowly she drifted off of the ground.
"Look at me I'm flying!" Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the window.
"Come on Jane let's go!" he said.
"Please bring her back Peter please!"
"I promise Wendy, I will," Peter said as he and Jane flew out the window.
"But Peter," Wendy whispered. "You were supposed to come back for me." Her heart fluttered as she remembered all the adventures she had had with Peter, and the love they had shared. The love that had stopped hook the first time. Now she knew. There was no chance of going back. She had no regrets though. She was glad that she had grown up and fallen in love again and had her beautiful daughter. Jane! Searched the sky for the two children that had disappeared into the night sky.
"Jane, my little child. Please come back to me." Wendy wept bitterly. Then a thought hit her. Was it just her or did Peter look older?"
"Wendy dear, what is it? What's the matter?" Nick asked walking into the room.
"Oh Nick!" Wendy cried falling into his arms. "It's Jane, she's gone, he came back and took her with him!"
"What?" Nick asked quickly. "Who came back? Wendy who took Jane?"
"Peter did. Peter Pan."
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A/N: All right, this is my version of what happens when Peter comes back. It will have some mush in it, but nothing above a PG rating. There will be some violence, so if I think I have to raise the rating I will. And yes, I¹ve seen the Disney version and Hook, and I know what they say happens, but this is my version of what happens. Please give me reviews and tell me what you take. Constructive criticism welcome.