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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the book(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The cold water hit against Wendy with such a blow that she barely felt conscious. She knew some about swimming, and tried her best to reach the top of the water.

She felt something else hit the water, and tried to see what it was. But it was too dark to see. Feeling herself rise, she finally felt her head break out of the water and let out a gasp.

“Wendy!” It was the Captain yelling for her as he treated the waters nearby..

She tried to respond, but was too weak to say anything. A wave suddenly overtook her, and she struggled to bring herself to surface again.

“Wendy!” He cried out again. But this time he saw her, and soon she felt his arms around her. “Hold still! I’m going to tie us to the rope.” She felt him wrap something around her and soon pulled the rope tight into a knot. “Have you swallowed any water?” He yelled out, needing to make sure she heard him as waves continued to crash around them. It was now raining as well.

She coughed and thankfully only a little water needed to come out. He could check her once they were aboard the ship again. She coughed again, and this time more came out. Blast it! He thought. He squeezed her, and then tightened the rope around them both. “Bring it up!” He yelled to the crew, waving his hands since they likely couldn’t hear him.

Four men tugged slowly on the rope as Smee watched their bodies leave the waters. Moments later, they were all on the deck. The captain quickly checked her again, then ordered Smee to get some hot water and brandy ready.

By the time the Captain carried her to his…their…quarters, she had passed out. Once inside, he wasted no time stripping her down to her sift and then covered her in a blanket.

Smee came in a few minutes later with the water and a new bottle of brandy. He got out a cup and filled it half-and-half as the Captain tried to wake her. Once Wendy was conscious, he made her drink. Smee found some leftover bread in the cabin, and they forced her to eat before pouring a second cup to which they added some tea leaves as well. They also wouldn’t let her be until she changed out of her wet sift and into one of the Captain’s long shirts.

Later, when she was sleeping peacefully, the Captain watched over her vowing to never let her in harms way again. Even though he knew that was impossible.

Next Morning: London

Michael and Lady Madeleine arrived in the breakfast room promptly at eight in the morning as planned. After eating a simple breakfast of tea and crumpets, they explained to the Darlings, the only ones awake at this hour, that Michael was going to take Maddie out to see some London sites. Mr. and Mrs. Darling smiled, not suspecting anything more.

After breakfast the two found a taxi carriage and gave the driver their destination. Around ten to nine, they entered the police station. After being told Detective Regan would meet them in his office, an officer then led them there and left.

“Would you like anything? I’m going to see if there’s any tea of coffee available.”

“Coffee would be nice.” Madeleine replied. He looked at her strange, like most ladies she only had tea with her breakfast. “I rather like the taste.” She replied.

Michael departed, leaving Maddy alone in the cluttered office. She decided to look at some of the papers tacked to the wall, as well as the certificates hung in the office. Her fingers traced the frame of one until she heard someone cough behind her.

A minute before, Detective Regan had been meeting with his team to prepare the prisoner from Captain Hook’s ship the Jolly Roger. Someone had told him in passing that a young Mr. Darling was waiting for him in his office.

As he approached his own domain he smelled something sweet…just a faint of...fruit perhaps? As he walked into his quarters he found not the young Michael Darling, but the rear view of a woman. A tall, lean woman. Her appearance screamed elegance to him.

Regan was stunned when she turned to him. She was beautiful! Not in the overly made-up sort of way, this woman was all natural. Her face glowing, her beautiful brown hair pinned up yet a few strands hung loose, no doubt from the fierce wind blowing through the city that day.

“Detective Regan,” He said with a polite bow, taking her hands gently to his lips.

She shyly took back her hand. Michael returned, and offered a proper introduction. “Detective Regan,” He said handing Maddy her coffee, “This is Lady Madeleine Wheelborne. She and her sister, Lady Elizabeth, are staying at our home.”

“Please call me Maddy.” She informed the detective.

Regan’s mind was racing. Why had Michael brought a woman of title here? The station was hardly a place for women of any kind, criminals were held in cells just downstairs, and the place was usually full of foul words and papers were laid out messily just about everywhere.

“Lady…er, Maddy here is quite the reader of criminology, both in literature and publicized reports.”

Maddy gave Michael a look. Of course, he had no idea that some of her reports weren’t exactly for public viewing. Her father’s friend was a judge and had schooled her in private on the subject. While a traditional man in public, he secretly thought that women deserved more credit and should be allowed to give their opinions in such matters.

“Actually, Michael thought that being a woman, I could perhaps read the case notes and listen to the man in your custody, and then give a woman’s perspective as to what happened to his sister. At least, whether or not it was indeed by choice.”

Regan nodded, and soon the three were headed to see the prisoner.

Meanwhile, on the ship

Wendy woke to find the Captain sleeping next to her. He had watched her all night, leaving the ship to the crew. Earlier he had received a report, and knowing they were still on course, kept his vigil. She was still rather shaky after her ordeal, but was elated to see that James cared enough to stay with her. She remembered their kiss…oh, what a kiss it was! It had ignited a fire in her she never knew was aflame.

Then it came back to her. How he had coldly ordered to leave after telling her his brother’s name…Peter. Her suspicions of the coincidence of names. Was it…could it be that Peter Pan was the brother he lost so long ago? Had their been another boy, another leader, in Neverland, who gave his position to Peter? Who was he, and what made him want to leave in order to grow up?

Knowing she couldn’t push any answers from him soon, she went back to studying his face. He was now beginning to stir, and slowly opened his eyes to find her watching him. He smiled.

“How are you this morning?” He asked as he sat up and checked her forehead for fever. Amazingly, she felt fine. She hadn’t been in the water long enough for any illness. He suddenly frowned. “Can you move?”

Wendy checked herself, then started to get up, not realizing that her legs were still bare. “Oh!” She cried out, falling back toward the bed.

The Captain quickly caught her in his arms and laid her down.

“It just hurts, not so bad, more like an ache.”

“I’ll have Smee bring you some breakfast and hot tea. You’d best eat and drink it all, I’m sure he’s been waiting.”

They were suddenly interrupted by one of the ship mates yelling out “Land-ho!”

London

It took several hours to question the prisoner, and even though he hardly knew much, Maddy was willing to believe his claims about Wendy staying aboard the Jolly Roger of her own free will. Of course, explaining it to others would still be difficult.

The prisoner still remained in his cell as he faced charges of piracy, but Regan promised to help make his stay more comfortable as exchange for the information. It was the best he could do.

As Regan and Michael went to hail a carriage, the Darling son made a rather hasty decision.

“Detective, my brother John and I may need to go out of town for a few days, to follow up on some other information we have. I cannot go into the details, but I would appreciate it if you would stay in contact with Lady Madeleine regarding the case. Perhaps you could show her some sights, as I am sure she would prefer anyone’s company to that of her sister.”

Michael missed the smile that Regan cast. “Oh, um, yes, of course! I can always say I ran into the two of you during my lunch hour.”

Michael nodded. “Yes, that will do. In fact, it’s nearly lunch now. Would you like to join us?”

“I…I would but I have another appointment arriving any moment. In fact, it may interest you. Please tell Lady Madeleine that I will call for her tomorrow. It’s my day off.”

This time Michael saw the detective’s smile. Perhaps Maddy would have more fun than her sister after all. “Should you find anything useful, do not hesitate to call on my father at his office. I understand you have the information.”

Moments later the two had summoned a cab and Regan bid them farewell. He felt very light in spirit as he made his way back to his office, humming a lively tune he had heard the last time he had gone to the theater. He had gone alone, sitting in the orchestra section, watching the ballet Sleeping Beauty (the same tune Disney put words to “Once Upon a Dream”).

When he entered his office he found that his next appointment had already arrived.

The man stood up as the two exchanged greetings. “So,” The man said. “You wanted to know about the Cravens?”

On the Jolly Roger

“What’s going on?” Wendy asked as she exited the Captain’s quarters. She had gone back to sleep after the Captain and Smee ran out while she was still eating, not really paying attention to what someone had shouted. She was still weak, and had slept until mid afternoon.

The crew mates were running back and forth, getting ready for something. It was then she noticed that the ship wasn’t moving. Running down the ship’s length, she saw where everyone’s attention was held. They had docked near a rather large island. A long beach was visible before the line of thick trees which led into what appeared to be a jungle. A couple of small hills were seen in the distance, and there was no sign of any life from her vantage point. A small dingy was already making its way to shore, but the Captain was still at the head of the ship looking out through a telescope.

“What’s going on?” She asked as she stood next to him.

“We’ve reached our island, m’lady.” He answered.

“But you said I could go with you!” She said glad that she had decided to put on her more rugged wear.

“And you shall. But first, our mates must look around. Make sure there aren’t any natives about. They’ll make a trip around the island and then if all seems clear, we’ll start our hunt tomorrow.”

“Oh.” She simply replied.

“And how are you feeling?”

Wendy shrugged. “Well enough. I suppose another day of rest will do me good, but I’m excited for tomorrow.”

The rest of the day Wendy was too excited to rest, but she still took it easy. The crew returned much later that night, reporting that they had found no one else on the island.

London

Late that night Michael and John finalized their plans. After speaking to their parents in private, the two went into their shared suite and packed a simple bag. Making sure that if the pixy dust still worked form they still had enough to get back (in case they couldn’t find Peter), they stepped onto their balcony.

It was well after midnight, and the two sprinkled on the dust. Nothing happened for a few moments, but then Michael found himself started to rise. John soon followed, carrying their bag, and the two were off, still remembering the way to Neverland.

The next morning Maddy got up early and took care in getting herself ready. She had been impressed by the young detective and looked forward to their outing together. Of course, Michael had arranged it so that no one would question when he would call upon her to give or hear any news.

Michael and John had left the night before to who knows where (well, we know), as they had discussed the matter in private with their parents. Elizabeth knew less than she did. However, Maddy had walked in on Michael explaining Regan’s visit today.

“We ran into him today, and he asked me if he could call upon Maddy…Lady Madeleine…to show her some more sights.” Michael had explained.

“But what about a chaperone? You’re mother and I both have a charity luncheon to attend.” His father replied.

“Madeleine is Elizabeth’s chaperone, and without John or I around, she is mature enough to go out on her own.”

“It’s not proper, what will people say?”

“I would like to say that I have no objections.” Maddy said interrupting.

All eyes turned toward the woman standing in the doorway, as if apologetic for speaking behind her back.

Michael smiled, she reminded him a bit like Wendy.

The doorbell rang, breaking Maddy’s thoughts from where she sat in the drawing room, waiting for Regan’s arrival. She waited as the maid brought him in, and this time she let him bow and kiss her hand. She smiled shyly at him. “So, what adventures do you plan on taking me along to see today?”

Regan smiled as he released her hand. “I thought perhaps the museum to be a good start. It’s going to be a lovely day, so perhaps we can decide as we walk through the exhibits.”

“That sounds delightful.”

Just then, Elizabeth entered the room accompanied by the Cravens.

“Detective, we didn’t expect to see you today.” Ms. Craven said.

Regan bowed but made no other move to greet the new guests, although he gave Elizabeth a bow once they were introduced. He didn’t take her hand, which the girl obviously found annoying.

“My apologies, I am here to take Lady Madeleine on a tour of the city.”

Maddy blushed, but inwardly she felt a sly smirk coming on, but she held it back. She was glad that she would have another day without her sister. Elizabeth could go out with the Cravens if need be…

To be continued

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