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Forgetting Neverland	By : theatregrl13 Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 11946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Forgetting Neverland
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-Epilogue
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They did not return for Peter the following day or the day after that. He had no idea if Smee was visiting Wendy or if the doctors had refused to let her leave with them. Each time he heard someone outside the cabin, he banged on the door, pleading for news. By the third evening, Hook entered the cabin and poured himself a glass of rum before speaking to Peter.
“I apologize it’s been so long since our last visit, Pan, I have been busy tending to the crew. They are getting restless and wish to sail back to Neverland soon.”
“We should go then,” Peter said softly. Hook cast him a bemused expression. Peter continued, hoping this would work. “I mean, the doctor told me she wouldn’t let Wendy come home with me. She’s afraid I’ve been abusing her. If they don’t release Wendy, I mean, you may be waiting here for months. You have what you want…me…so let’s just return to Neverland.” Hook set down the glass and examined Peter with intrigued eyes.
“You wish to leave your Wendy? You would have me sail back to Neverland without her?”
“If the doctors don’t release her, what choice do we have,” Peter shrugged in what he hoped would be a nonchalant way. Hook made a tsking sound and shook his head.
“After all she has done for you, boy, you would leave her here without any friends or family. You would return to Neverland and just be a boy forever. Do you not care for the girl, Peter?” Peter fixed his eyes upon Hook and fought back the tears.
“I love her more than anything in the universe. But I want what’s best for her, and it’s not me.”
“Aw, now, let us see how our dear Wendy feels about that statement.” Hook motioned to someone behind Peter and Peter whirled around, his jaw dropping to see Wendy being held by Smee in the doorway.
“Wendy,” he said softly, staring into her eyes.
“You see, Mr. Smee, a good friend of Mrs. Pan’s husband,” he seemed to relish these words, “was sent to sign her papers and take her home today. She has rejoined our little family and I must say, I am surprised you were trying to stay away from her.” Hook jerked his head and Smee escorted Wendy into the room and set her down in a chair. Peter looked anxious as he watched her, then in a swift movement was standing in front of her, his hands on his hips. He looked more like Peter Pan than he had in weeks.
“If you hurt her anymore, I will find a way to kill you. From now on, you use me to take your rage out on. You use me to slake your lusts. Do not touch her again.” Hook raised his brow.
“Aww, what bravery. What chivalry. You hear that darling? Pan does love you after all.” Hook rose and started to cross the room, but turned back to look at Peter and Wendy.
“For your information, boy, hurting her are not my intentions. She is, after all, carrying my heir.” And with an evil smile, he backed out of the room and shut the door. Peter fell to his knees at those last words, shaking his head. Wendy’s shaking hands rested on his shoulder and he spun around to see her staring at him.
“Peter-“ she started in a shaky voice but Peter’s mouth was on hers, determined to show her all of his love and devotion and apology and sorrow with that one kiss. Wendy was hesitant at first but then her arms went around his shoulders and to his hair. Peter broke this kiss and stared into her eyes.
“I will never let him lay a finger on you again, Wendy. I promise.”
“Oh Peter, you can’t stop him. He’s too powerful.” Her voice was a weak whisper and it caused a pang in his heart to hear it. “He will get what he wants. And he thinks this child is his…he will keep me and raise it to follow his footsteps. And Peter…what if it is?” Peter winced, dreading that very thought.
“Even if it is, Wendy, I shall raise it and love it as my own. I made you a promise Wendy. I’m coming with you, and there I shall make you mine, forever.”
“You mean marriage?” Peter nodded. He wasn’t completely sure how the tradition went but he was sure he could be taught once he returned with her.
“I’m not sure what to do but I think you can help me figure it out.” He scratched his head. “Would you like to rest now?” He motioned toward their little pallet on the floor but Wendy shook her head.
“I have been away from you for too long, Peter. I need you tonight.” She pulled him forward into a fierce kiss but even as he felt himself harden at the contact, he pulled away, shaking his head.
“I can’t, Wendy. It just doesn’t feel right.” Her eyes filled with tears and he mentally started to kick himself.
“Oh no, Wendy, I didn’t mean it that way! I mean…the child. I don’t know what…it…will do to the child. Might we harm it in any way? And women in this state need plenty of rest. I just can’t. Not right now.” Wendy nodded, a bit coldly, and went to lie in the floor. Peter let out a deep sigh and watched her a few moments before reluctantly joining her. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her and to make love to her. But Peter was at loss for words. For the first time in his life, Peter Pan didn’t know what to say or how to feel. He lay down a few inches from her and hesitantly stretched his hand forward, then withdrew it again.
“Wendy?” She didn’t answer him and he didn’t blame her. He sighed again, settled into the most comfortable position he could, and closed his eyes.
“Do you still love me, Peter?” He heard her ask in the tiniest of whispers. Peter’s eyes shot open and he sat straight up, staring down at her.
“Wendy…how can you ask that? Of course I still love you. I love you more than all of Neverland. I love you more—“
“Then what has changed?” Peter bit his lip, still staring at her. She remained still, her arms and legs tucked in tightly, curled in a little ball as if she was shutting out the entire world, including him. Peter dared to move closer to her and started stroking her hair. She trembled at his touch.
“Nothing has changed. When you saw me with Hook it was all pretend. A trick of his…I swear I believed him when he said he would release us if I played along. When you ran out, I called your name again and again. And then he took me. Finally made me feel what he has been doing to you all along. And I don’t begrudge him because…I deserved it, Wendy. I deserved that pain for what I had done to you.” His voice started to shake with tears but he continued, wanting Wendy to know and hear everything. “I saw the hurt in your eyes when you looked at me and said…those words. I knew immediately I had cut whatever thread that had bonded us together and as soon as you were gone, I wished I could pull you back inside and make the sweetest love to you ever so that you would feel the extent of my love. But when Hook was finished using my body, Smee brought you inside and…I thought…I thought you were gone. I thought for a moment that you had left me and that I would face all the ages of this world without you. When Smee told me that you are going to have a baby, I started to feel all sorts of things. Happiness and sorrow and fear and tender love and…well, that’s what fathers are supposed to feel when they find out for the first time. That’s a normal reaction and that’s strange, because I’ve never been a normal boy. And then I saw you in that hospital, it’s like light just returned to my soul, seeing you alive. And as much as I loved you, I thought if Hook would think there was no way to get you out of there, he would leave and sail back to Neverland and leave you alone. You’re better off without me, Wendy. All I do is cause you anguish and terror. Your life was better before you met me and for that, I am truly sorry. No I never wanted to leave you, my sweet, but I thought you deserved a life better than what I could ever offer you. So I lied to Hook and told him you weren’t able to leave and he gloated as he handed you back to me. Knowing that all I wanted was to keep you safe. Knowing how much I still love you with all my heart.” He hastily wiped the tears from his eyes and sniffed, watching her for a reaction. Slowly she sat up and turned to look at him. Silent tears streamed from her eyes as she fixed an icy gaze upon his face.
“You’ve poured your heart out. Now allow me to do the same. Yes, my life was simpler before you came through my window. When you asked me to come to Neverland, you told me to forget all grown up things. Yet it was in Neverland that I felt the most grown up thing of all. I started to fall in love with you, despite all your protests that you would never feel love. So I suppressed that feeling and prepared to return to my home. And then I gave you my hidden kiss…and only one man gets my kiss. And it is yours. No one else’s, not now or ever. And I wanted you to have it…you’d always been the boy of my dreams, Peter. The hero in my stories, the one who would always hold my heart. And then we were captured and Hook used me to torment you…he took my innocence, something I will never get back. He took my dignity and pieces of my soul. Hook has stolen so much from me, and it is all because of you.” Peter looked down, tears welling up in his eyes. “I could easily have left with my brothers the other night but that bond you claim was cut is still intact. Because through all of this horror and through all the nightmares, you look into my eyes with love and the past few weeks I have watched a miracle: Peter Pan growing up. And I know you can only be growing for one reason. Because you love me. When you told me you would leave Neverland to grow up with me, I still didn’t believe you. You’ve never been more than a selfish little boy. But you’re no longer a boy, Peter. You’re becoming a man but even a man makes mistakes. You still have so much to learn and many mistakes are to be made. But when you look at me with that loving gaze…whenever you hold me, when you press your lips to mine, when our bodies are melded together in glorious passion…we’re no longer little children. We are adults in the most wonderful love imaginable. My childhood was taken from me, Peter. It wasn’t planned and I didn’t voluntarily give it away but the night that Hook raped me, he sealed our bond and paved the way for us to begin our journey together. We’re growing up, Peter, the both of us. So you say now I am better off without you… all of these things that have happened to me because of you…I thank you for all of it Peter. I look forward to becoming a woman and now, because of what all has happened to us, I can look forward to watching you become even more of a man at my side.” Peter couldn’t speak. His heart thumped painfully for this girl…this woman that he loved so dearly. They started into each other’s eyes for what seemed like ages until finally, he leaned down and swept her up into his arms. His kiss was the most passionate, the most intense that she had ever felt and their arms wrapped around each other slowly. Despite his earlier refusal, Peter lowered her to the floor and removed her gown in a swift motion. She pulled his shirt over his head and silently admired his manly chest. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed the changes before now. Her quivering hands caressed his muscles and she pulled him back down to her lips. No words were needed, as Peter stepped out of his trousers and positioned himself at her entrance. Never breaking their kiss, he slid inside her, Wendy moaning into his mouth. Her hands went to his shoulders and her hands left trails of fire as she trailed them down his back. Peter quickly pulled out of her, sat up and pulled her onto his lap. She let out a deep sigh as she impaled herself on him, her legs wrapping around his back. He decided he loved this position…he could hold her so close to him, could see all of her as he worshipped her body. She bent back over his arms, letting her arms fall behind her and giving him full access to her perfect breasts. Lowering his head to one, he teased her with his tongue, looking up and loving the way her head was thrown back in delight, the way her hair cascaded down her back like a brown waterfall. He lifted her gently then pulled her back down, then allowed her to set the pace. Wendy clung onto him as she quickened her thrusts, clutching to his strong arms as he held her close. Peter felt himself getting close but he wanted to come with her, so that they could truly be one. Wendy was panting, her fingernails raking down his arms.
“Oh god Peter, now!” And they both released at the same time, screaming out each other’s names. Peter stretched his legs out in front of him and held Wendy in his lap, stroking her sodden hair as she leaned her head against his damp chest and closed her eyes.
“I will always love you, Wendy.”

“And I’ll always be yours, Peter Pan.”
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