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Peter's Sister	By : Evania Category: M through R > Peter Pan > FemmeSlash Views: 4474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Alright, as for anyone who has ever even glanced at the beginnings of either of my other stories, this is going to contain things of a homosexual nature. If this bugs you, then you don’t really need to be reading my stuff, cause you’ll be inevitably bugged.
This is based more from the movie than anything else, but set afterward and with many of my own characters and ideas thrown in. Those that I did not create, who you will recognize from the movie, are not mine and are property to whoever has bought their rights at the moment. (I am given to understand that it changes repeatedly). Anyway, what I didn’t create, I don’t own. I know that… that’s why there’s this disclaimer. Don’t sue me, I’m just an impoverished collegian.
This story comes from the rather strange workings of my own mind, so please don’t steal it. First chappie, which follows, is the prologue and written from the POV of Femi, who you’ll find out who she is soon. Hope ya enjoy.
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Okay, so we all know who Peter Pan is, right? After all, everyone knows about him. Peter’s the famous one, the hero, the one that ruled the island. He was the boss. But does anyone know anything else? Does anyone know what really went on? Sure, Peter was the hero, the brave one, the guy in the stories, but since when does that mean that he’s flawless. After all, there’s a reason why he had a fight with Wendy, and why all of those things happened that screwed everything up. By all rights, the poor girl never should have come to the island, she wanted to be with her parents. He merely talked her into it. Peter actually did a lot of things most people don’t think about, and that his loyal little Tinkerbell helps to cover up.
Little boys are rarely honest in every way, little lies slip through. One of those lies he told to Wendy. There were lost girls too, though fewer. Admittedly Peter was a good boy at heart, but he had his faults. We all do. And one of the biggest faults was his pride. He didn’t like sharing the spotlight, at least until Wendy came along, and even then he had to be the better one. Because he wanted all the fame and glory and fans to himself, after all everyone does love Peter Pan, he did something that was forbidden to speak of. He banished me, his sister.
No one knows about me, he sent me away, with the lost girls, who all eventually opted to go back home. So, I was left alone, with the rare meeting with Peter to check in. You see, I didn’t mind growing up, just perhaps not growing too terribly old, like the pirates. I wouldn’t have minded the early teenage years. That’s when the problems really started. We’re not blood related, but the fairies considered us siblings. You see, he ran away from his home as a baby, I ran away as a very young child, already out of diapers. I was three years older than Peter, and already talking. His parents wanted him to grow up, my parents didn’t want me. It started out worse on my end from the beginning. The fairies raised us a few years, taught us to fly, and though we got along, we were siblings after all, we had a bit of rivalry. Then, Peter comes to his prime, the age everyone knows the eternal boy at, and decides to take charge. Everyone had taken to listening to him, he was a natural born leader, and seeing as how his very essence had connected to the island of Never-never Land, making the weather and climate and such subject to his mood and presence, we did as he decreed. Peter decided that he was never to grow up, never to age, never to grow old. He would be a boy forever, as he’d always wanted, as he’d dreamed. I argued with him though, stupid me. I argued that maybe, perhaps he could wait a few years. Maybe not everyone wanted to stay a child forever, maybe I wanted to stop aging when I was a bit older. But no. He wouldn’t listen, and when I stubbornly kept arguing, he sent me to live on the other side of the island.
Peter and I still got along, for the most part. He understood that the mermaids, which were indeed rather vile, evil creatures willing to drown whatever innocent victim came along, were more afraid of him than liked him or respected him. However, for some odd reason, they always listened to me and my slightest whim, and one often did me favors that she never truly called in. I became a sort of emissary between them in the good years, and associated with the Indians briefly as well. Peter set me in charge of the waterfall, mountains, and a certain part of the island that so few people know about, he never even showed his precious Wendy. They were connected to me, as opposed to his highness, and were effected by my mood and presence, as opposed to his own. He rather regretted that later on.
I suppose that the real trouble started with that dear Wendy. Wendy-bird I still call her sometimes. Few know, but about half of the time Peter returned to the real world, to hear her stories and spy on other children, I went with him and Tink. I listened to the stories as well, and was watching outside of the window during his little encounter with Wendy, where she sewed the shadow back on. I’d commented several times, you see, that she would be a wonderful Lost Girl, seeing as how the others had begged of a return to parents and aging that they might learn what it was to be a lady. Wendy seemed the type, though, that she would enjoy the adventurous life of Never-never Land as we did. However, when he began flitting about the room and babbling about how there were no girls, that girls weren’t stupid enough to fall out of their cradles and such, I became annoyed and flew back on my own. The next thing I know, my favorite mermaid is dashing up to me with news that the pirates had opened fire on Peter and his new guests. Let’s just say that events unfolded afterward involving my opinions about Wendy that led to a further separation between my ‘brother’ and I.
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