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Leaf	By : Mek Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is an original work of fan fiction based on the original stage play: Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. Any resemblance to actual people, events or similar fan fictions is entirely coincidental.

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Never Ending Story
“Leaf, Leaf, enough of this.” Peter declared earnestly, pulling her back from the clutches of a sweet slumber. He pushed himself backwards from her embrace, back from the bed and planted his two feet upon the floor, a hand thrust upon each hip as Leaf rubbed her sleepy eyes. A string of bodily juices hung from his cock, though she wasn’t sure if it was his or hers. “Come with me Leaf. Don’t stay sleeping in your silly bed when you might be on an adventure with me, swimming with mermaids and saying funny things to the stars.”
“Go where?” Leaf asked unmoved. “Peter, what are you talking about?”
“Why, Neverland of course.” Peter announced triumphantly, picking up his stockings and prancing half naked across the bedroom. “Come on Leaf. Come with me to magical shores where dreams are born and time is never planned.”
“But Peter, it’s dark, it’s the middle of the night.” She resisted, content to stay where she was. “I’ve got school tomorrow.”
“Fie.” Exclaimed Peter emphatically. “Only in darkness can you see the stars. All you need is a smile in your heart and a bright star to guide you.”
“Alright, alright.” She groaned, forcing herself to sit up. “How do we get there?”
“We fly.” He declared proudly, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Second star to the right, and straight on ‘til morning.” Leaf blinked at him, uncertain whether he had just grown a second head or if it had always been there. She rubbed her eyes and when she looked again, only his single head remained.
“I can’t fly.” Leaf sighed, and thrust her head back against the pillow. “No one can fly, it’s impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible, Darling girl.” Chrystabelle said, landing next to her on the pillow. “It just requires a little longer to learn.”
“All you need is a happy thought.” Continued Peter, standing over the bed. “You just think of lovely, wonderful thoughts and they will lift you high into the air.”
“That, and a good dose of pixie dust.” Added Chrystabelle. The faerie plucked a small bag from somewhere, Leaf wasn’t sure exactly where, for the tiny creature wore nothing in which she could have hidden the bag. Yet there it was, and from it she produced a few grains of luminescent purple dust, held out her hand and blew, scattering the find particles into the air.
“Trust me, you’ll be flying in no time.” Peter took Leaf by the hand and pulled her to him. “Think of all the joy you’ll find when you leave the world behind and bid your cares goodbye.” She didn’t resist, but she was surprised by how easily he lifted her into his arms. Peter did not have the appearance of a muscular man, nothing like her father, but he was much stronger than he looked. She felt his hand upon her hip, his chest pressed against hers and for a second or so she didn’t realize that something was missing. She had not felt her feet touch the ground. Peter wasn’t holding her up, his grip on her was not that tight. Leaf looked down to find her feet were off the ground, floating two or three inches above it.
“I’m doing it.” She gasped incredulous as Peter let go. “I’m flying. Wait, what if I fall.”
“Oh but my darling, what if you fly” Peter grinned back at her and she saw the faerie flutter past as she tried to turn. “Hold on to that happy thought and you will not fall, but take care not to doubt. The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you will stop and never be able to do it again.”
“We can fly.” Leaf beamed, flapping her arms in an awkward attempt to move. Finding this didn’t work for her, she steadied herself, thought about what she wanted and before she was certain what was happening, she was moving freely across the room. “It’s wishes. You fly by thinking wishes.” Then giggled at her own wit. “Wishful thinking.”
“All your dreams come true if only you wish hard enough.” Peter replied cheerfully. “Now come fly away with me, come fly to Neverland where your dreams will never end.” And with that, Peter soared across the room as though he were swimming first on his back, then on his front, performed a forward flip, then disappeared out through the window and into the cold night air. Leaf followed him until she reached the window and looked out. Peter hung there is the sky, high above the busy road below, half naked and entirely unconcerned by any of it. She watched him float and flop, stride and dive through the air, stockings streaming from his outstretched hand. He was showing off the way so many extraverted boys do when they have an audience, but in Peter she did not think it obnoxious at all. Indeed, she found his confidence endearingly attractive.
“Chrystabelle?” Asked Leaf thoughtfully as she peered from the window over the rooftop edge. “When you said Peter had been here many times, what did you mean?”
“I mean, well, I meant that.” Replied the faerie slowly, choosing her words carefully. “Peter comes to this place by one cause or another usually once in every generation. It started long ago and I’m sure your mother told you the stories, just as her mother told her.”
“Yes, I do remember them now.” She smiled. “The magical island on a cloud with lagoons and sandy beaches. There were mermaids and pirates, and Peter. But he came to the window here as a boy to listen to the stories Grandma told. I guess he really doesn’t grow up, does he?”
“No.” Chrystabelle said solemnly. “Time only passes for Peter when he comes here and he doesn’t stay long. You see, Peter never knew his parents.” She continued, sitting on the window ledge. “They died and he was raised in an orphanage, until he ran away. The Fae found him cold and alone, and took him to Neverland. Ever since he has cared for other lost boys, orphans like him, and kept them safe in Neverland.”
“That’s right.” Leaf shivered by a gust of the cold night air. “I always liked that bit of the story. But why does he come here at all, why not anywhere else?”
“I really shouldn’t be telling you that.” Sighed Chrystabelle, and might have stopped there if Leaf had not pleaded to know more. “It’s not the bedtime story your mother told and you can’t tell anyone else.” A nod and a promise prompted the faerie to continue. “Many years ago, before aeroplanes or motorcars, Peter tried to find his family. His search led him here, to this window where a woman called Elizabeth was reading to a child, a girl about your age. Her name was Mary and soon befriended Peter. She wanted to see Neverland and so Peter taught her to fly, to crow and to fight with a sword. He introduced her to the lost boys, to Tootles, George and Nibs. They played many games together, but after Mary went home with George. When he returned to see them, Mary had grown up, she had married George and they had children of their own.”
“Mary’s eldest child was called Wendy, and to his surprise she was telling her younger brothers a story all about Peter.” She continued. “He would have left and never returned, but Wendy told the story so well that he wanted to hear more. Like Mary before, Peter took Wendy, John and Michael to Neverland. He taught them to fly and fight the evil Captain Hook, and Wendy taught him about kisses. When they wanted to go home to their parents, Peter promised to return and play with them again. But time passes too quickly here and when Peter eventually came back, Wendy had grown up and had a daughter of her own. A girl she called Moira.”
“That was my Grandma’s name.” Leaf grinned, recalling the kind old woman who told her so many stories.
“That’s right.” Chrystabelle nodded. “When Peter saw your Grandma, he wanted to kiss her just as Wendy had kissed him. Peter and Moira fell madly in love and lived in Neverland together for the longest time. They played and laughed, and saw many lost boys come and go. But as memories of home and her mother began to fade, Moira wished to go back. When Peter next saw your Grandma, many decades had passed here, great wars had come and gone, and she too had grown up and passed on the stories to their children.” She shifted uncomfortably as Peter flew back toward them and Leaf realized what that meant. “Peter took your parents to Neverland too, you know. When they were just your age, he taught them to fly and play, and fight with swords. It is the legacy of all the Darling children.”
“Come along you two.” Peter beckoned jovially, floating in mid air. “Come fly with me to Never Neverland, there’s not a moment to be lost.”
“Do you think I should?” Leaf asked of the faerie uncertainly.
“Yes.” She gave her a wry smile. “If you want to.”
“I'll hold him in my heart.” Smiled Leaf wistfully. “Until I can hold him again in my arms.”
“You only get this one chance, you know.” Chrystabelle cautioned. “Neverland is a beautiful, magical place, full of amazing and wonderful things. Going is not easy and comes at a cost, but you will tell your daughter stories of your adventures there one day, just as they have been passed down to you.”
“My daughter?” She asked, confused.
“Yes, Darling girl.” Chrystabelle nodded slowly. “Like those before, part of Peter lives inside you now.”

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