Threesome (Attn: George D, Tinkerbell)

[Mary Darling]

If it were not for the single blink of her eyes, Mary Darling would have passed as a convincing statue. The proper Englishwoman looked very out of place in the nursery in her home. She sat by the windowsill, hunched over with her head hanging low, hands folded on her lap, her fingers clinging tightly to a damp silk handkerchief. Spirals of loose hair concealed cheeks wet from tears and the blotchy red eyes from which they poured. The worst thing that could ever happen to a mother had happened to her- she had lost her children. How could she explain to the police that some madman with a ship whisked them away in the middle of the night? Why had her adult self refused to take a keener interest in Wendy’s childhood stories about Neverland and Captain Hook? What was worse was the fact that she had tried but could not save them; she felt like she was the most horrible mother on the planet. The sound of the three of them hollering for help replayed in her memory; it was sound she did not think she could ever shun no matter how desperately she willed it to go away. Though she was exhausted from crying, tears sprang to the surface once again and easily fell down her face. She opened the window and stared up into the starlit sky. How could London be so quiet on such a terrible night?

“Peter Pan,” she quietly murmured. “If you do exist… please… save my children.”

Mary was unaware on how to communicate with the boy who never who grew up; could he even hear the pleas of adults? She felt a small nudge against her leg and looked down to see Nana balancing a tray containing two cups of tea on her head. Mary sucked gently on her lower lip, a look of love and affection resting in her eyes. She removed the tray and set it on the bench before her.

“Oh, Nana, you are a miracle.” She scratched the dog behind the ears and could easily read the sadness in her pet’s eyes. “It’s going to be all right,” she told the canine in an unconvincing tone. “Peter Pan must exist if Captain Hook does.”

Nana barked an affirmative and Mary sighed. “Oh, Nana.”

[peter]

Peter balanced carefully on the roof above the window that lead into the nursery.

"Peter Pan, please bring my children back?" He repeated quietly to himself, his eyes squeezed into slits and his face pinched up into a mask of distaste.

They don't wanna leave, they don't what to pay attention to YOU anymore, I saved them, that's what you wanted...now getting them to come back is a whole different problem.

"Don't you agree, Tink?" He snarled to the pixie that accompanied him here.

She started to fly off, gesturing for him to follow.

He started to lean forward to look at the street below, just as he did a shingle gave way and he slid of the roof and banged against the window with the depressed "Mother" behind it and fell until he caught himself. He quickly hid beneath the window sill.

[tink]

Tink jingled in shock, was he doing what she thought he was doing!? If the Mother saw him...what if she wanted to keep him! Because...because what mother would not want to keep a child, especially one like Pan?

She tugged at his sleeve, trying to get him to fly back towards the stars. Who cared about those children, if they were lost- then they would be in Neverland. There's where everyone goes when they want to be lost.

[peter]

"Yeah, yeah, Tink, I'm comin'!" Peter hissed at the fairy swatting at her. "Oh and thanks for the concern, I'm fine, I just slipped.

"If I could, I'd show that Mother her place!" He snarled up at the window.

"What's wrong with these people? They didn't want their kids for a moment but the second they disappear, they want them back? They're so confusing!

"Come on, Tink, we don't need these adults, with their 'have to's' and 'don't do's.'" He whispered, flying off just as the worried Mother rushed to the window, crying out, hoping that someone would answer her calls.

[tink]

She dodged his swat, giving a rather angry jingle, and flew up to sit on one of the shingles. Taunting Peter a bit with the fact that it could her weight just fine, and he had fallen and nearly crashed into the woman's room.

[peter]

"Tink! Now! Let's go!" Peter commanded, dismissing her teasing with a grimace.