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Return of Pan	By : hauntedangel3 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 8899 -:- 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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Return of Pan
Chapter Three

Wendy had awoken when the morning light cast through the window to her bedroom. She was lying beside Peter. He held her as if he were afraid she’d run away on him while he slept. They had remained like this the entire night, and now she just stared at him.

It was unbelievable. Peter Pan had returned and for her. He could finally love her; he finally accepted it. Whatever time they had lost, all the pain she’d felt over the years, it didn’t matter anymore. He loved her and she would always be with him now.

Wendy was happier than when she had first seen him above her bed, happier than when he’d taught her to fly, or taken her to Mermaid Lagoon. There was no longer the uncertainty of Peter’s feelings, or the heartache of growing without him.

Her heart suddenly wrenched. Peter had sacrificed so much for her and tears stung her eyes at this. He’d lost Neverland, Tinker Bell, being a boy forever, and possibly the ability to fly. What would become of Neverland? And would he wake up to find he’d made a mistake?

Wendy began to worry and Peter stirred. He yawned and opened his eyes, then saw Wendy and made a growling in his throat and squeezed her with his arms.

“Tell me it’s not a dream?” he said, pulling back to look at her.

Wendy smiled, feeling weak from his eyes. “I would, but I’m not sure myself,” she said.

Peter chuckled and kissed her nose, then sat up to stretch and yawned again. When his eyes opened, they fell upon his reflection staring back at him from the vanity’s mirror. Peter’s heart almost stopped and his mouth fell open. Wendy sat up, watching him with concern.

“Peter? What is it?” she asked, feeling she’d been right about thinking he’d made a rash decision. She wanted to cry and was frightened of his answer, but there was no answer. Instead, he walked to the mirror and touched his face, pulling and poking the skin. He was frightened by his own face… but to Peter it wasn’t exactly his face.

“What have I done?” he whispered.

Wendy stood and hurried to him and spun him around. “Peter, look at me,” she told him desperately. She could fix this, right? “You did this to be with me. I love you, Peter Pan.” Her eyes searched his for any sign that he’d accept this and realize it was for the best, but he gulped and his usually tan skin looked pale.

“Wendy?” he asked, shaking his head with tears in his eyes. He pulled away from her and grabbed his head. “Uhh!” he growled, shaking his head violently before bringing his head up and throwing his arms down. “I’m a man, Wendy! I’m supposed to be a boy!”

Wendy couldn’t hold back her tears, but she stood taller to at least show some semblance of bravery. “I thought you wanted me,” she said and Peter looked into her eyes suddenly, his face softening a moment.
Neverland he loved her eyes!

A tear fell from his eyes too. He’d made his Wendy cry, but he was scared. “Wendy… I do… Last night was amazing. I just…”

“You’re scared?” she asked, guessing.

“No!” he came back defensively, making Wendy feel worse. She turned sharply from him and folded her arms, her fingers digging into them to try to stop her from crying. Peter moved closer.

Stupid! he thought.

“Wendy…” he spoke softly and touched her shoulder, but she didn’t turn. “A boy—a man,” he corrected himself, “doesn’t get scared. She knew he was lying and rolled her eyes. “I was just so… scared to lose you… I couldn’t.”

Now she looked back at him. “Oh, Peter…” she whispered and turned, looking up at him and laying a hand on his bare chest.

Peter gulped, but smiled awkwardly. He still hated admitting feelings and thought of them as weaknesses. “I do love you, Wendy,” he promised. “But how can I be a man? A man for you?”

Wendy looked confused. “For me?” she asked. “What do you mean?”

Peter sighed. “I mean, am I good enough?” He looked afraid after saying this.

She smiled and tears fell from her eyes, her voice shaky as she spoke with finality. “You always were.”

At this his eyes lit up with emotions and he touched her long hair.

“It will be alright, Peter,” she told him, tenderly. “Being grown up doesn’t mean giving up on childhood. You can still have fun. You’re only smarter and you get to feel things so wonderful.”

Peter half smiled, but then had a thought. “Did you feel this way with your husband?” he asked with some worry.

Wendy felt nervous herself, but she answered with the truth. “It was never like with you. My heart… I left it in Neverland with you with my kiss.”

“Kiss?” he asked, making an odd face.

Wendy laughed lightly and touched his cheek. “A kiss is another word for thimble,” she explained. He nodded with understanding and then grinned smugly.

“See, I’m getting smarter already!” he said and then swung her into his arms and spun her around. Wendy let out a squeal and couldn’t help but to giggle like a girl as she held to Peter’s neck. He kept spinning in circles and laughing gleefully until he lost his balance and they toppled to the bed still laughing and out of breath. Their eyes locked.

Peter’s face grew serious now and he licked his lips. The way he looked at her made Wendy’s stomach flip with nerves. She trembled as he lightly touched her hair again. It was so soft to him and he scooted closer to her. His fingers tucked her hair behind her ear and he brushed her cheek with a gentleness that even a breeze couldn’t perfect. He smiled at her.

“What is that look for?” she asked him breathlessly.

Peter blushed and looked away for a moment, before meeting her eyes. “You were always my happy thought, Wendy. Even before I met you. I used to watch you from the window and listen to your stories… especially when they were about me,” he added with a proud grin. Wendy mentally rolled her eyes, but was amused. Peter brought his face next to hers so he could whisper in her ear.

“I wanted to keep you.”

Wendy shivered and had to shut her eyes, as he pulled back. She felt his strong chest touch hers and press to her and she had to wrap her arms around him.

“And you’re not scared to grow old?” she asked him suddenly.

Peter smiled reassuringly. “To love you… will be an awfully big a adventure.” Tears fell from her eyes and she sniffed once. “Why are you crying?” he asked her, holding her against him as close as he could. He didn’t understand. He thought what he’d said would make her happy and also want to kiss him, or more.

“Because I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she told him, pulling her head back to look at him.

A smile swept over his face and he leaned closer. “Would you like to be luckier?” he asked, slyly.

Wendy gasped. “Peter Pan!” He laughed and Wendy rested against him. She had missed these arms… “I should go check on Jane,” she said, removing herself and moving to grab her nightgown and her robe from the rocker.

Peter watched her, admiring her. She was the most beautiful lady he’d ever see. He grinned and thought about what they’d shared last night because they loved each other. Peter felt like crowing! His Wendy loved him!

Noticing that she was being watched, Wendy tied shut her royal purple robe and blushed. “Stay here,” she told him, walking for the door, but was stopped by Peter’s voice.

“Wendy? Is Jane my daughter too?” he asked her curiously.

Wendy’s heart leapt and her eyes widened. For a moment she couldn’t speak. “Well… I…” How was she to explain Peter to Jane? And what about her husband? “Yes,” she answered with a smile, but inside she felt her stomach drop.

Peter grinned and placed his hands behind his head and in one loud whoop, he crowed. Wendy had to smile. She’d missed that and she left the room.

Downstairs, the front door opened after a key jiggled the lock and in walked Slightly. He was the closest of all Wendy’s family and so he had decided to come by and check on Wendy and Jane now that they were here all alone.

Humming to himself, he laid the newspaper he’d grabbed from the porch on the table before the stairs and sighed. “Wendy?” he called, taking a peek into the kitchen. There was no one there, but his eyes caught the wedding band on the counter as the light glinted at him.

Slightly’s eyes narrowed. Hmm…

He smoothed his black suit and made his way up the stairs. He didn’t see, or hear Wendy in the nursery and since he saw her bedroom door closed, he assumed she was still sleeping. He decided to wake her, as she was usually up by now.

Pausing at the door, he knocked gently.

“Uhh…” Peter said in confusion, looking to the door. “Wendy?” he asked, standing and finding his pants. He quickly slipped them on. What if it was her husband? Well with his new size he was sure he could handle himself, after all he was Peter Pan.

Slightly’s heart stopped and he didn’t move. He didn’t know that voice. Why was there a strange man in Wendy’s bedroom? Immediately he threw open the door and when he saw the shirtless man in the center of the room, his eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.

“Who, Sir, are you?” he demanded, pointing at Peter and snatching an umbrella from its holder. He held it out like a sword, something he hadn’t done in a long time.

Peter didn’t smile. He figured this was the guy. He imagined all sorts of terrible things like he hurt Wendy and yelled at her and Jane. His gaze hardened. “I am P-“

“Pet-“ Wendy began, coming into the room only to find Slightly ready to do Peter in with her favored black umbrella. She gasped and covered her mouth. This was not good!

“Wendy,” Slightly said, “it can’t be any of my business, but please tell me he’s a burglar and I can kill him.”

“Slightly!” she exclaimed, shocked at his words. Peter’s eyes rounded.

“Slightly?” he asked. “You married him?” he asked, feeling insulted somehow and pointing at the man.

Wendy sighed and shook her head. “I most certainly did not! We are cousins! Slightly, why are you here? You can’t just barge into a lady’s bedroom and attack an innocent man!”

“But…” he said and looked back at Peter hesitantly. “Alright! Why is he here?”

Wendy lowered her head and walked past Slightly to stand by Peter. “He’s Peter Pan…” she mumbled.

“What?” he asked, lowering the umbrella.

Peter grinned and let out another glorious crow. Slightly’s eyes went huge and he dropped the umbrella. He gave this man a good once over and felt dizzy. He looked at his chest, then at Wendy, then to the messy bed, and the rest of the clothes lying about.

“You and…”

Wendy nodded sheepishly and blushed, while Peter just looked proud.

“I’m unforgettable!” he said smugly. “And we share more than thimbles now,” he added happily. Wendy’s face fell into her hands. She knew Peter didn’t know not to talk about this sort of thing, but that didn’t help the situation.

Slightly was just beside himself. “You two did what?! Wendy… you fu--”

“I would not finish that sentence if I were you!” she scolded. “It’s not polite, nor proper!”

“Neither is what you two just did,” he said with a grimace.

Wendy turned very red and looked at Peter. He was confused. “What’s wrong? Wendy said we could because we love each other.”

Slightly rubbed his face a moment, trying to get his head to not explode. “Let me get this straight… Peter Pan… is in love, grown up, and doing… very grown up things?”

Wendy sighed. “Yes. Slightly… he came back for me. He wished for this from Tinker Bell. She owed him… and he’s a bit shaken by the transformation still…” she added, glancing at Peter a moment, “but he wants to stay with me now.”

Slightly blinked and stared at Peter. He was still trying to process this. Peter looked like a little scared boy from his expression and Slightly felt terrible for his reaction. He had probably been through a lot and to do this… He shook his head. And he still had so much ahead of him.

“Welcome to adulthood, Peter,” he said at last and held out his hand. Peter reached out and shook it with a smile. “Although I’m sure Wendy gave a better welcome…” he muttered, but Wendy heard him.

“Would you like me to find a new storage place for my umbrella?” she queried, raising an eyebrow. Slightly twitched nervously and looked away. Jane’s voice called from the next room.

“Mother? Where are you?”

Wendy excused herself and exited the room, almost glad for the interruption.

Slightly cleared his throat and smiled at Peter. “I… We missed you… especially Wendy.”

Peter’s eyebrows moved with interest and he grinned. “Really?”

“You’re really here this time? To stay?” he asked instead.

“Is someone coming after me?”

“Peter!” Slightly cried, “This isn’t a game anymore. Do you realize how much Wendy loves you; how much she always has? You’re all she’s ever thought about. She tells your stories to Jane, her husband resents his own daughter because he thinks Wendy only ever wanted you! Don’t come here and break her heart again. You may be my friend, but I know you. You’re a boy.”

Peter’s chest hurt and his stomach too. “I am not a boy anymore!” he shouted. “I love Wendy,” he declared, stepping toward his friend.

Slightly looked sad. “How much?” he asked, seeing that Peter was shaking from anger and pain. “Are you actually going to grow up? Just because you have the body doesn’t mean anything. You need to work, you need to be educated, and you need money. How else can you take care of Wendy? Or even yourself for that matter?”

“I can do fine,” he said bitterly and folding his arms, while straightening. “I won’t hurt Wendy,” he added, sulking.

“You swear it?”

“You have my word as Pan!” he declared, looking hard at Slightly. His friend was silent a moment.

“…You take care of her,” Slightly finally spoke.

Peter smiled, his heart lightening a little. “Me? Not take care of my Wendy? Never.”

The other man grinned. “For her sake then, I am glad you’re back. You two need each other… and… you can stay with me until Wendy tells Jane. I’ll teach you to be a man, so you can provide for them.”

Peter’s eyes twinkled. “Really?” He grinned. “When can we start?” He was excited now, like a little boy, but a ball of light flitted through the open window and nearly collided with his head. Peter ducked and the light headed for Slightly, who dodged out of the way before he was taken out. The light stopped and flew up to Peter. It was a fairy, but not Tinker Bell.

“What’s wrong with Tink?” Peter asked immediately. He had a bad feeling. Why would another fairy come all this way?

Wendy entered the room and when she saw the fairy, her eyes grew, and she quickly closed the door so Jane wouldn’t see just yet.

“What is going on?”

“A fairy with bad eyesight…” Slightly mumbled, confusing Wendy.

Jingles sounded from the tiny woman and she flung her arms about, a look of absolute fright on her face.

“Peter?” Wendy asked, seeing his own features turn pale.

“She says it’s Tink, and Neverland… They’re… dying. Everything in it is.” Peter was lost and scared. He didn’t realize it, but he was sitting on the bed.

“Why?” asked Wendy, unable not to ask. How could this be happening? This was horrible! The fairy made more notes and Peter looked at no one in particular when he repeated.

“It’s my fault…”

“Peter, no. How could it be your fault?” Wendy insisted, walking to him and sitting beside him with an arm around his shoulders. He was shaking and there were tears in his eyes.

“Neverland is dying because of me! Don’t you see? I’m a part of it and because I asked to be a man, it lost me! And Tink is dying because of her connection to me and if Neverland dies, so does everything else in it!” He looked at her as though he expected a solution from her.

Wendy felt sick. Because Peter loved her Neverland was going to die. How could this be right? She was angry and upset and tears stung her eyes as well.

“I have to go back,” Peter said with determination.

Wendy’s heart fell. “But… what about…”

Peter turned to her. “I don’t know what to do, Wendy,” he said. “I can’t let it die! I have to save it and Tink! She’s still my fairy!”

Wendy bit her lip. She was going to lose him. “Then the only way you can save Neverland is to go back… and be a boy.”

Peter looked at her; torn. He reached up and touched her face and pulled her to him, holding her tight. Slightly was even choked up. This wasn’t fair!

Jane suddenly screamed from the next room and Peter and Wendy looked at each other in horror. Instantly the three grown ups raced to the nursery, expecting to find Jane, but they were met with something else.

The window was broken, the curtains blowing in the breeze and a note was hung from the wall by a dagger. Wendy covered her mouth and almost collapsed, but Peter and Slightly grabbed her.

“No…” she uttered in disbelief. She ran to the window and leaned out of it. “JANE!” she screamed. “JANE! Please answer me!” She was hysterical.

Peter grabbed the note, ripping it free. He couldn’t read it and, embarrassed, held it out to Slightly. His friend smiled knowingly and took it. His blood ran cold and he looked over to Wendy and then Peter.

“Hook’s got Jane,” he said.

Anger transformed Peter’s face and Wendy was terrified. She hurried over to the men.

“Peter, I must go to Neverland with you,” she told him with certainty. Her voice wavered, but she was not afraid of going back.

“I won’t let him hurt her,” Peter promised. “I can’t let you come.” He didn’t want Wendy in danger and he didn’t want to hurt Wendy when he figured out how to become a boy again… it already hurt him too much.

“I have to go,” she insisted. “Peter she is our little girl. If you’re going back, I am too, and… I’ll stay in Neverland with you.” She looked desperately into his eyes.

Peter was moved by her words, but he fought it. “No. Wendy… I have to be a boy again. Somehow. And you-“

“Then I’ll be a child too!” she said with tears.

Peter suddenly held her and she rested her head on his chest, sobbing. “Wendy… It will be hard enough to find a way for me… I don’t know if it’s possible.” He’d never been so heartbroken and to tell her this was even worse.

“I don’t care. I said you had my soul, Peter Pan. Boy or man…” she swore, looking up at him.

Peter stared into her eyes and was swept away by his feelings. “Can you still fly?” he asked her at last. Her eyes sparkled with hope.

“I’m not sure.”

Slightly spoke up, “I’m coming too!” Wendy and Peter blinked in surprise. The fairy flew into the room and jingled at Peter.

“She says we have to hurry. Tink’s light is fading fast.” Peter swallowed. He couldn’t lose Tink. He wouldn’t! And all of Neverland depended on him.

“Dust ‘em!” he said to the fairy and she nodded.

Author’s Note: hehe Hope you liked! Don’t worry, things will get better for Peter and Wendy! :D How I love angst! :D Mwahahaha! Please review! Thanks for reading! jenniferawells1@yahoo.com
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