Hi everyone, this is my first Peter Pan story! I hope you all like it. Now for the disclaimers: I do not own any characters in this story. Now read and enjoy! (and review if you want. I'd really appreciate it! :D )
Wendy Darling sat on her window ledge looking out into the starry sky. Michael and John were having another re-enactment battle of Peter Pan and Captain Hook as Mrs Darling was trying to prepare them for bed. Wendy sighed and kept looking out of the nursery window. He promised to be here soon. She held onto that promise as John and Michael continued their game.
"Take that you evil Hook!" John cried, lunging towards Michael.
"That's not fair John! I wanted to be Peter!" Michael cried back, blocking John's lunge. They were sprawled across two beds, John standing on his while Michael was trying his hardest to balance on his own bed.
John stopped fighting and looked at Michael. "Michael, we agreed that I was Peter and you were hook!"
"But that's not fair! You are always Peter!" Michael sulked.
"Well, that is because you are not good enough to be Peter Pan." John said as he puffed out his chest.
"John!" Mrs Darling cried. Wendy turned and looked. Mrs Darling had her hands on her hips looking sternly at John.
"Sorry mother." John sighed as he jumped off his bed to go and shake hands with Michael. "A gentleman always admits when he is wrong." He extended his hand and shook Michaels outstretched one. Once they shook hands, they went to bed as Mrs Darling tucked them both in.
"Wendy? Come along, it is bed time." Mrs Darling said as she made her way along the room, struggling to get past all the debris of the former battle. Wendy sighed and moved herself off the window ledge. She glanced out into the sky for one last time before deliberately leaving her window open and returning to her bed. Mrs Darling grasped her hand and led her to bed. "I don't know what is keeping you up, but you mustn't let it bother you now. It is time for bed. Goodnight my Wendy Darling." Mrs Darling said as she kissed Wendy's forehead. She walked over to Michael wished him goodnight and kissed his forehead, before doing the same to John. "Goodnight my Darlings." Mrs Darling smiled as she shut the door quietly.
The children waited a couple of minutes before Michael's small voice rung out. "Has she gone yet?"
The three children hesitated before they heard the small creak of a door closing. "Yes Michael, mother and father have gone to bed.' John smiled as he lit his lamp up.
The three children smiled. Now it was just the waiting game. John and Michael whipped their sheets off their beds and crept as fast as they could past their toys to Wendy. Wendy sat up from her bed and smiled. They had stayed up every night for Peter without fail. John sighed, got back up and ran to his bed. He quickly grabbed a blanket from his bed and threw it to Michael and Wendy. They draped it around themselves and waited for John to come back with his lamp. He came back and sat next to Wendy, who was in between Michael and John.
In the house there was not a single noise. There were no lights left on. From the street it looked like all the family was asleep. But if you looked closer, you would have seen the dim glow from the children's lamp and a figure climbing into the nursery window.
The children sat in anticipation and cast nervous glances at each other. This was it. Big Ben struck nine and all of London rang with the sound of Big Ben's chimes. Wendy cast a glance to her brothers and smiled. They all stared at the open window hoping that he would come through any second now.
"Wendy..." Michael began as he tugged on her arm.
"Yes Michael?" Wendy huffed.
"Do you think you could tell us a story while we wait for Peter?" Michael begged.
"Well, if I do he might not come in, but instead, sit outside and listen to my story." Wendy reasoned.
"Oh… But Wendy…" Michael pleaded with his puppy dog eyes.
"Michael… it has been known to happen. Oh Michael, must you do that?" Wendy pleaded.
"Yes Wendy, please tell us a story." A familiar male voice rung out.
The children's heads whipped up at the sound of his voice. A smile crossed Wendy's face as she scrambled up from her bed and ran towards Peter Pan.
"Peter!" She said as she ran towards him.
"Wendy!" He cried as they embraced.
"Peter Pan!" Michael and John cried.
"Michael, John!" Peter smiled as he shook hands with John and picked up Michael into an embrace of their own.
"We missed you Peter!" Michael smiled at him.
"I missed you as well Michael." Peter replied.
Wendy laughed. "Michael, we saw him last night!"
"I know, but I really like Peter." Michael yawned to Wendy. He clutched his teddy bear tighter that Peter had picked up for him.
"Come on you," Peter started. "We have one of Wendy's tales to listen to! She will tell us another story!" He smiled as he tickled Michael.
"Alright, what should this story be about?" Wendy asked as she made her way over to her bed. She made a mental note to have Nanna clean the nursery in the morning after a good bath and treats. The three boys followed Wendy as they clambered onto her bed. They formed a tight circle and tried their best to drape John's blanket around them. In the end, John got up and grabbed another blanket to cover the other half of their close circle of four.
"I want a story about dragons!" Michael said.
"I want one about dashing princes that do good deeds." John declared.
Wendy chuckled to herself. "And you Peter? What would you like?"
"I want another story about whatever you would like to tell." Peter said.
Wendy smiled. "Well, this one is…"
"Wait Wendy!" John interrupted.
"Yes John?" Wendy sighed.
"What would you like to tell a story about?" John asked.
"Well, I don't really mind. But I would like to tell one of princesses." Wendy wished.
"Why don't you include all three?" Michael yawned again.
Peter smiled as Wendy laughed. "Yes Michael, we do that every night. I think you are very tired." She exclaimed.
"No Wendy! I'm not tired!" Michael protested.
Wendy laughed again. "Okay. You're not. Now, let's get on with the story." She settled herself into a comfortable position before taking a breath. "Once upon a time, in a land not so far away from Neverland," She smiled at Peter when she said this. "There was a handsome Prince who loved to perform heroic deeds for beautiful princesses in far off lands." John puffed out his chest and smiled as his part was mentioned. "One day…" Wendy continued before hearing a little bell ring out of nowhere.
"Tink!" Peter exclaimed as he jumped up and flew to the little fairy that was struggling to fly through the window.
"Tinkerbell!" Wendy exclaimed as she scrambled to reach Tinkerbell. She then remembered herself, straightened up, and walked over to the fairy that was lying in Peter's hands.
"What happened to you Tink?" He whispered.
"She doesn't look good." John stated.
Wendy sighed and looked over to Tinkerbell. She was twinkling something that only Peter Pan could understand. His face grew more serious by the second.
"We have to go!" He yelled. The three children rushed to cover his mouth. They waited a couple of seconds before they removed their hands.
"I'm sorry, but pixie hollow is in trouble!" Peter declared. He ran to the nursery window.
"Peter, take us with you please!" Wendy pleaded. Michael and John nodded in agreement. They wanted to return to Neverland.
"I'm sorry guys." Peter said. "I have to do this with Tink." He replied. "I'll come back as soon as I can! I promise!" he declared.
"Yes Peter." Wendy sadly sighed.
Peter flew close to Wendy's face. "I promise you, I will come back." He smiled as Wendy blushed.
"Good luck Peter!" Michael called. He picked up his teddy bear and waved with one of his paws.
"Yes, good luck Peter." John waved.
Peter smiled and waved before he jumped out of the nursery window. To the ordinary eye, one might have thought that he was trying to end his life, but the three Darling children knew that Peter Pan would fly to the second star on the right, then straight on 'till morning.