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Peter Pan:A Faerie Tale	By : SilvaraWilde Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 7247 -:- 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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Author: Silvara Wilde (LadyLark@hotmail.com)

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own any rights to Peter Pan or the characters therein. They all belong to J. M. Barrie; I am merely borrowing them for a while.

Pairings: Peter/Wendy (eventually!), Nibs/Tinkerbelle

Author's Note: Any comments, suggestions, flames, rants, are always welcome. Though the last 2 will be given the respect they deserve. (Read: they will be used for virtual kitty-litter.)

It seemed like they had been walking for ages, but it was hard to tell as time passed even more strangely in these unclaimed lands than they did in the rest of the world below. The golden sword guided them, gleaming brightly when they went in the right direction, and fading to nothing when they turned the wrong way. Nibs was leading them with Wendy just behind to warn if they turned off the path the sword pointed to. Slightly and Tootles were on either side of her with Tink bringing up the rear. They would protect her to the best of their ability for besides being their only hope of finding Peter, she was still a child.

At last they came to what might have once been a grove of healthy trees. Now the trees were black and twisted things. Not as if they were what nightmares were made of, but the actual physical nightmare themselves. Not a single leaf graced their branches, not an animal or insect stirred beneath their limbs, and yet there was an eerie noise that seemed to come from inside the trees themselves. Were they… talking? As the five drew nearer, they could make out one thing beneath the trees. It was a cage, the bars were white and black, they could not yet tell what it was made from, and there appeared to be a figure laying in the bottom of the cage. Neither the figure nor the trees moved as they drew nearer.

Nibs motioned the others to stay back and moved the last few feet on his own. The cage was made of bones and wood, he could see no lock or door which meant it must be magical in its own right. The figure… the figure was Peter, but he did not move, he barely breathed. And how could they be sure it was Peter? It would not be unlike their enemies to leave a seeming of Peter to slow them down, or even to kill off some of them. He chewed his lip and paced around the cage but did not touch the bars. There had to be a way to tell. There just had to be!

As he completed the circuit of the cage, he saw Wendy and his friends again. Perhaps the sword could help them? But would it work if Wendy did not wield it? He walked back to the group and held out his hands in silence, so far the trees had not moved, but would they if they made too much noise? Wendy frowned slightly as she handed over the sword, she did not know what he had in mind, but something told her not to ask questions just now. Even Tink was silent and still. All waited to see what would happen.

Nibs returned to the cage and moved to face Peter’s head. Holding the hilt of the sword firmly, he stretched out as far as possible and allowed the tip to come to rest on one of the bone bars. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and then there was a loud BOOM! as the bone exploded into dust. No piece was large enough to hurt Nibs or the possible Peter, but the gap in the bars was not large enough to pull the figure out either.

The trees swayed uneasily, reaching out questing branches to feel out what had happened. Nibs ducked and rolled across the ground barely ahead of them, scraping one elbow in the process. The trees twisted and groped but felt nothing but the cage, when they finally settled again, Nibs went back and repeated the process. By the third bar, the sword was quite warm and a foul burning odor permeated everything around them. Unfortunately, while the magic of the sword could break into the cage, there was some spell on the cage itself that would not allow Nibs to reach into the gap he had made. His hand simply stopped as if it was meeting a wall of glass. None of the others were able to pass it either, and while the sword could pass through, the moment their fingers were close enough, they were stopped. Peter had still not awoken or even moved.

As they looked at each other helplessly, Wendy crept up to the cage. She reached out expecting to find the same barrier the others had felt, and nearly fell into the cage herself when her questing hand met nothing but air. Tootles had to leap forward and grasp her waist to keep her from touching the bars, and when he had a good grip, she grabbed the wrist of the figure in the bottom of the cage and started pulling him out. He was heavier than he looked, but enough of him was soon past the barrier that the others could take over hauling him out.

He looked like Peter, and the sword responded when they laid it in his hand by lighting up as bright as day. But nothing woke him. Fearing to take too long where they were and have company, they had to carry him home and hope he woke up on the way. Only he did not. None of the fae healers could tell how to wake him, they simply said he seemed to be under a spell of sleep.

Wendy and her brothers had been in the world below for more than a year according to the way time flowed there, and Nibs thought they should return home soon. He didn’t have Peter’s ability to open a door on a specific time in the world above, so he could not tell them how much time had passed for their family. It could be anywhere from an hour, to 50 years. Wendy didn’t care how long it had been, she did not wish to leave until Peter had awoken, but Nibs was firm, in the morning they would return home.

Late that night, or perhaps it was early that morning, Wendy crept from her bed and made her way to Peter’s room. A small light, much like a nightlight, hung in the air over his bed so that if he should wake alone, he would see he was safe. She stood staring at his sleeping face in silence for many minutes before speaking barely above a whisper.

“People say that you can hear us when you’re in a coma if we talk to you. I hope that’s true of this sleep as well. Nibs is sending us home in the morning, he says there isn’t anything else we can do here and it isn’t safe. But I don’t want to go. I miss Mother and Father, I do, but I love it here. Even with the wars and bad things, and… I don’t want to leave you. I know I’m just a child, only twelve, but I’m almost thirteen. And in a few more of my worlds years I’ll be an adult. Please Peter, please, will you let me come back when I’m eighteen? Even only for the summer, I can… I can do the spring cleaning!” she waited for a noise, a movement, something and anything, but there was no change in the form in the bed.

Wendy didn’t understand why it hurt so much, the thought of leaving and never seeing Peter again, in all of her nearly thirteen years, she had never felt like this. Tears dripped silently down her cheeks and she stooped quickly and kissed him lightly on the lips before hurrying from the room. Thus she did not see the flicker of his eyelids, or hear the sudden deeper breath he took, or the whisper of a word: “Wendy.”

(AN: There will be at least 1 more part, possibly 2 if I get enough ideas, set after Wendy is 18. Sorry for the long delays with this, but I promise it will NOT take me a month to get the next part up!)
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