Peter Pan Fan Fiction ❯ Opening Closed Windows ❯ Awakening Dreams ( Chapter 1 )

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A/N: I've used all three Peter Pan books as sources of information. Bits and pieces may seem
familiar to you when you've read them. I've used certain settings in my own situations because
I thought they'd fit well. Tips and such are welcome!


Chapter 1: Awakening Dreams

"No, please! Wendy! Don't!" Soft cries came from a small bed, on which Peter Pan was
sleeping. Of course the teenager would never admin that he could dream, let alone say that he
was having a nightmare. Sweat had formed on the boy's brow as he tossed and turned in his
bed. He was still uttering soft pleas, directed at someone only he could see.

"Wendy! Please! No, don't!" Peter kick of the blankets in his sleep and turned around. In his
sleep, the horrors didn't stop. The teenager drew a sharp breath and shot up. "Don't leave me
Wendy!"

The words were screamed loudly and echoed through the park. Peter had made himself a little
room, inside an hollow oak. So that no one would find him when he didn't want to be found.
Now that he increasingly had more bad dreams, he fled to the oak tree more than ever.

Peter combed threw his hair and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. His breath slowed
down and Peter looked up, at a small opening in the tree. From where he was sitting, he could
see the stars clearly. He sighed and wrapped his arms around his knees. One of those stars
light up bright orange. It was over within a second and Peter blinked at the stars.

If given the chance, he would return to Neverland. No doubt about it. He missed the Indians
and every magical corner. Even though the Lost Boys were not there anymore, he missed it.
He was torn between this world and Neverland.

The world where Wendy lived and the one place he could never return to...

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"I'm not going to bed," said John. Which startled Mrs. Darling. Children are never ready for
bed, but John was a teenager, surely he should've grown over such behavior. "I'm not going to
bed," said John again. So ferociously, that his mother knew he was very frightened.

"You have been dreaming again, haven't you?" She said tenderly. "That must be horrible."
John scrubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. "I told you. I never dream! Why can't you believe
me mother?"

Mrs. Darling gently touched John's cheek and went to turn down the bedclothes. And there, in
John's bed, something bulged up through the covers. It wasn't a book or a hot water bottle.
Mrs. Darling folded down the sheets. It was a cutlass.

With a sigh, she hung it on the hoot behind the door, right next to a full set of arrows. Both
her and her husband liked to pretend it wasn't happening, because that is what adults do. But
the both knew what was happening. John was dreaming of Neverland again. And not only
John, but all her children were.

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Night after night and dream after dream. Mrs. Darling found leftover from their dreams every
morning. A sword there, a bow here, a medicine bottle, a top hat...
The night one of the boys had dreamt of mermaids, the boys bedroom had smelled like fish all
day.
Something was terribly wrong...

They only one who seemed to be free of the dreams about Neverland, was Wendy. Mrs.
Darling had never found any momentums from Neverland in her room. She slept like she had
no worries whatsoever. In her room they never found axes, bows or even got a whiff of the
smell of fish.

She never talked about Neverland either. Some of the boy's would mention something that
had happened while there where there. But never Wendy. It almost seemed like she didn't
even remember Neverland and all its inhabitants. Tinkerbell, Captain Hook, Smee and even
Peter Pan seemed to be forgotten over the years.

She now had her own room. Being a teenager she needed a bit more privacy. Something she
couldn't get while sleeping in the same room as her brothers. So she had moved to the room
right next to it. Normally her room was very neat and tidy. Wendy liked to keep a clean ship,
as she put it. Tonight however everything seemed out of order.

Her window was open, the curtain moving violently in the wind. Her dresser drawer was
slightly askew and clothes were sticking out. Toys Wendy had not touched in many years
were scattered on the floor. They were supposed to be in boxes underneath Wendy's bed, but
they had been moved while Wendy tossed and turned in her bet. Yet another anomaly.

Her hands lay on the pillow, just above her head and her eyes were shut tightly. She moved
her head from side to side, her lips quivering but not quite forming words. All of the sudden
Wendy jerked up her knee en flung her arm to the side. By doing this, she was now lying on
her side. Her arm stretched and her fingers flexing as though she was reaching out for
something.

"Please. Stop. You're hurting me. Please." The soft plead was uttered as another gush of wind
trashed trough the bedroom. A drop of rain landed on Wendy's face and her eyes fluttered
open. As her blue eyes opened, something also landed on her index finger. It wasn't cold, like
the water in her face had been and certainly heavier.

The blonde teenager looked at her hand and her eyes grew twice as big. She seemed utterly
lost for words and just stared at the little figure sitting on her finger. The little thing had her
petite legs crossed and looked at Wendy with a self-confident smirk. The teenager could
hardly believe what, or rather whom she was looking at and just gawked at the small fairy on
her index finger.

Slowly Wendy got up and sat at the edge of her bed, still staring at the very familiar sight on
her finger. She couldn't make a sound though. She was terrified to find out it was all a dream.
That this was just a figment of her imagination changing into a full blown hallucination. Not
only that, but she was utterly lost for words. Not something that happened to Wendy Darling
often. She found herself to be rather gifted with words and hoped to be a world known author
when she grew up.

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At long last Wendy whispered almost inaudible: "Tinkerbell?"
Luckily the fairy's ears worked perfectly and she grinned at Wendy, placing her little hands on
her knees and leaning forward. She didn't make a sound at all, but as the teenage girl opened
her mouth to say something Tinkerbell brought one finger to her lips and a 'shhhh' was
audible. That was the proof Wendy needed that she wasn't dreaming and she lowered her
hand. "I don't believe it."

Ever since her return to London Neverland seemed to be just a good dream. Sure, they had
kept the window to the nursery opened but neither of them had ever seen Peter again. Even
though he had promised to return for her stories. He'd probably gotten himself into a brand
new adventure and had forgotten all about the Lost Boys. Forgotten all about her. But if he
really had done that, why was Tinkerbell here?

"Did Peter send you here Tink?" Wendy didn't mean to ask it, but the words had slipped from
her mouth before she could stop it. She had pretended that Neverland didn't exist for years.
She wanted to forget all about it, as Neverland seemed to have forgotten her to. But now she
saw Tinkerbell again, hope flared up. Almost paralyzing her.

Because of that same hope, Wendy could feel her stomach sink with great speed as she
watched the fairy shake her little head. A sad look had appeared on her face and Wendy lifted
her hand back up to her face. She had to ask but wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.
Not hearing from Peter was a huge disappointment. Who knew why Tinkerbell was here. She
and Wendy had never gotten along. What if this was just another trick, just like the ones she
had played on Wendy when she was in Neverland?

She asked her question all the same. It wasn't like they could hurt her anymore than they
already had. "Then why are you here Tinkerbell?"

The fairy stood and looked straight at Wendy. She still had a sad look on her face, but she put
her hand in her armpits and made a crowing motion. After that she covered her eyes and
turned her back to Wendy. She stayed motionless for just ten seconds and the whirled around,
pointing at Wendy in an accusing way and flapped with her hands. After that she crossed her
small arms and looked at the billowing curtain.

For a moment all Wendy could do was stare at the fairy. "You haven't seen Peter since I left?"
Her voice sounded incredulous and Tink looked at Wendy, still wearing that heartbroken
shimmering on her face. "Why did you wait so long to find me?"

A hard look appeared on Tinkbells face, making Wendy wanting to pull back her hand.
Whenever the fairy got that look, it had always meant something bad. The teenager kept her
hand where it was however and waited for Tink to explain. She didn't need to wait very long.
The fairy nodded once, put her hand under her armpits again and made a crowing motion.
After that she turned around and walked to the very tips of Wendy's fingers, taking the jump.
She landed on Wendy's knee and motion a door closing, making a very real looking lock that
had closed.

Wendy stared at the lock and it took her about five seconds to realize that the fairy wasn't
done with her story just yet. She produced a curtain of fairy dust and punched a hole through
it. Making al lot of things Wendy had only seen in Neverland sliding trough the hole. Wendy
kept looking at the dust until it had disappeared again.

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It felt like a stone had just settled itself in Wendy' stomach and all she could do ­yet again-
was stare at Tinkerbell. When she did manage to find the words, her voice sounded hoarse
and she really didn't want to know the answer to her question at all. "Peter left and Neverland
locked itself. But now a hole is torn between our two reality's, making it possible for you to
come trough?"

Tinkerbell nodded and Wendy had to ask the next question. Dread was forming in her entire
body and she knew that whatever was following next, it wouldn't be good. "Where did Peter
go?"

The faire motioned towards Wendy, clutching one hand over her heart and making a very
dramatic, swooning motion with the other. Wendy sucked in air between her teeth and shook
her head. "I never saw Peter after I left. Not once."

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