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Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust

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When Peter Pan found out that Wendy Stuart, formerly Darling, was going to have a child he was furious. Not only had she left him so that she could grow up, but she did the very thing she promised she wouldn’t, she forgot about him. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t think about her, about the adventures they’d had when she visited him in Neverland. His hurt only grew when Wendy’s child was born, a beautiful little girl that she named Jane. Peter would never admit it, but he visited the families house often, waiting until they had all gone to bed before peaking into the nursery. He would sit and stare at the baby for hours, entranced by her cherub cheeks and tiny feet. Unwittingly, he began to imagine what it would be like if Wendy had stayed with him in Neverland and had a child together. Jane would still have Wendy’s curly hair, but it would be fiery orange like his. She would have Janes noes and his eyes.

As Jane began to grow he continued to imagine what she would be like if he had fathered her instead of Harry. Peter hated everything about the man, he was the kind of man that Wendy’s father wanted in a son-in-law, the complete opposite of Peter. He was convinced the man didn’t have an adventurous bone in his body, and he worried that Harry’s love for safety and stability was rubbing off on Wendy. Jane it seemed, had at the very least inherited her mother’s curious spirit, but he watched as Wendy culled that spirit, keeping her from climbing the shelves in her nursery or jumping off the bed in hopes of flying. Never mind the fact that Wendy was doing it to keep her child safe as any good parent would.

By the time Jane was eleven Peter had decided to have a child of his own. He was convinced that he could do a better job than Wendy at parenting. He talked to Tinkerbell about his idea and she volunteered to help him, anything to spite the foolish girl who dared to take Peter’s attention away from the only one who really loved him. She had learned from Fairy Godmother how to grow to the size of a regular human and was eager to teach Peter how one makes a baby. He took to the task eagerly, finding that while he despised the idea of adults and growing up, he greatly enjoyed the act of having sex. He demanded that they “dance” at least once a day, using a codeword so that lost boys wouldn’t discover what the two were up to, and his persistence payed off. Not even two months after they began, Tinkerbell found herself suffering the daily upset stomach that commonly indicated that a baby was on the way. Peter was over the moon at the idea of having a child, though as the month passed he began to get nervous. A child was a lot of responsibility, and responsibility was something he tended to avoid whenever possible.

Before long Peter’s visits to the Darling house, Peter refused to acknowledge Harry or his last name, became more frequent. He found that Jane became even more interesting the older she got. When she was three her mother had gifted her with a doll that looked remarkably like him that she took everywhere. He took pride in the fact that her favorite bedtime stories were the ones that involved the daring Peter Pan. Wendy had already been an amazing storyteller, and her the stories that she told about him were even better than the ones she told the Lost Boys about Cinderella and Red-Handed Jill. His favorite part of his visits though, was after story time. Jane would sneak out of bed and act out the story of the night, grabbing a wooden sword and her Peter Pan doll she would run around the room fighting imaginary foes and crawling under her bed to explore the caves within Skull Rock.

It was one such night that the recently turn twelve-year-old that she spotted the silhouette of a boy outside her window during her adventure. Continuing to pretend as if she were exploring the mermaid lagoon, so as not to alert her prey, she slowly worked her way towards the window. She watched as the silhouette retreated farther into the shadows the closer. By the time she reached the window she could barley see the outline of the boy in the shadows. Deciding to be daring, she was the daughter of Wendy Darling after all, she threw open the window and began to climb out. When the figure moved closer, she decided to take a risk. As she stepped completely onto the roof she pretended to slip, pitching herself forward as if she were about to fall off the roof. In an instant the silhouette became visible as Peter leapt forward, grabbing onto Jane’s arm and pulling her back into the safety of her room. In his panic, he forgot to let go of her arm, and so he went tumbling into the room after her. Both children fell to the floor of Jane’s bedroom, Peter landing on top of the girl.

“Holy smokes you are real!” For a moment Peter considered flying out of the room as fast as he could. If he left now Jane would have no proof that she had met him and would hopefully write the whole encounter off as a crazy dream. That, or she would “fall” off the roof in an attempt to draw him out again only to actually fall when he wasn’t there to catch her. Sighing at the inescapable situation he was now in, he rolled himself off her before sitting up and crossing his legs. “Real as Pinocchio.” Peter couldn’t help but mock the girls’ statement, with all the magic in Auradon a boy who lived on a magical island that prevented aging really shouldn’t be that unbelievable. He couldn’t help but blame Wendy and Harry for Jane's disbelief.

“Does that mean that Neverland is real too!” Peter didn’t dignify the question with a verbal answer, but the disdain in his eyes said it all. “Well, you can’t blame me for being surprised. Mother never said it was real.” The sigh that the boy let out was more than a little exasperated. “My guess was that she didn’t think that she needed to say that it was real. Afterall, she’s been there.” Jane’s eyes seemed to bug out of her head.

“My mother has been to Neverland?!” At this Peter rocked back a bit as a plan started to form in his head. “Yep. She went when she was, well actually, she went when she was just about your age.” He trailed off watching the wheels begin to turn in her head. Wendy would never come back to Neverland, but her daughter could. Jane deserved to experience his enchanting home. If he could convince her to stay, all the better.

“Peter, do you think it would be possible for me to visit Neverland?” He turned to her, trying his best to look apprehensive. “Well I don’t know; shouldn’t you ask your parents if you’re allowed to go.” He purposefully emphasized ‘allowed’ playing on her need to be independent. Sure enough, Jane puffed out her cheeks. “If my mother has been, then I can go. I’m plenty old enough to make my own decisions, I don’t need their permission.” Peter grinned at her statement.

“Well if you’re absolutely certain that you’ll be allowed. I don’t have any problems with you coming to Neverland.” Jane hopped up before he was even finished. She all but ran to her closet pulling out a knapsack and stuffing random articles of clothing into it. “Whoa there Janey girl, I’m glad you’re excited to go to Neverland and all, but I can’t just take you right now. I… don’t have any pixie dust with me, and you need pixie dust to fly.” In reality Peter always had pixie dust with him, he never visited Auradon without some, but before Jane visited Neverland. Specifically, he would have to do something about Tinkerbell.

“Are you sure you can’t take me with you tonight? I don’t know how I’ll find the patience to wait.” Jane stopped packing, a shirt half sticking out of her bag. She was obviously put out by the idea of having to wait to go on an adventure, but nothing she could say would sway Peter’s mind. “I’m sure Jane. But don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow night and you’ll be able to come with me then.” She scrutinized him for a moment before nodding. She was very grownup for her age, and grownups have patience. She stuck out her pinky finger with a serious look on her face. “You can leave as soon as you promise to come back tomorrow.” Peter wrapped his pinky finger around hers and shook their joined hands resolutely. She nodded as they broke apart, deal sealed. He flashed her a charming grin as he stepped out the window, Jane watching stupefied as he began to float. “See ya tomorrow Jane.” And with a final cheeky wave, he set off for Neverland.

When he arrived he immediately headed to the tree that Tinkerbell had been living in. He had moved her there almost a month earlier when her stomach had started to grow. Peter hadn’t wanted the Lost Boys to know about Tink’s pregnancy just yet and Tinkerbell was willing to do anything to make Peter happy. He would visit her as often as he could, and she had plenty of tools and materials to entertain herself with. She was in the middle of tinkering with what was probably a bike at some point when he walked into her makeshift home. She had taken advantage of her growth spurt, taking on larger projects that she could have never tackled when she was fairy sized.

“Tink, I’m back.” Tinkerbell immediately dropped her tools and whipped around to face him; excitement written across her face. “Welcome home Peter, I missed you while you were away.” She avoided mentioning where he had gone, refusing to acknowledge that he was still going to check on her old rival and her family. “Are you going to be staying longer this time? I was thinking we should start working on furniture for the baby. I want to make it myself and pretty soon I won’t be able to do much of anything without this,” she gave her small baby bump a pat, “getting in the way. I drew up some plans for a crib, I had a few different ideas for what we could do so I thought I’d let you decide on the final design.” Tink was practically glowing as she explained her ideas for the crib. When she had first offered to be the mother she had admittedly been a bit apprehensive. She’d never had any particular urge to become a mother, and like Peter, as the reality of being a parent set in she was almost overwhelmed by the responsibility of raising a child. Unlike Peter though, Tinkerbell found that she was excited to tackle the challenges ahead.

She expected to see her excitement mirrored in Peter’s eyes when she finished showing him the designs for the crib, but when she looked up from the paper to make eye contact with him, all she saw was guilt. “Do you not like them Peter? It’s okay if you don’t, I can always come up with some different designs. We have at least a little time before we have to make a final decision.” The guilt in Peter’s eyes grew and he turned he broke eye contact to glance over her shoulder at the wall before taking a deep breath. “You don’t have to come up with any new designs Tink, the ones you already have look great. But…” Peter trailed off not sure how to approach the subject of Jane coming to the island. “What is it Peter?” Tinkerbell began to grow nervous when he didn’t respond. “C’mon, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” Peter exhaled, finally turning his attention back to her. “Someone is going to be visiting the island, and… well… I kinda need you to promise that you won’t leave the tree while they’re here.” Whatever Tinkerbell had been expecting, it wasn’t this. Who could possibly be coming to the island if Peter was asking her to stay hidden away.

There was only one person that Tink could think of that Peter would want to avoid running into her, but surly he wouldn’t be stupid enough to bring that slut back to the island. Peter’s flinch when she made eye contact with her told her otherwise and she could feel her face turn red as rage filled her. “Peter, for the love of all things magical, you are not bringing that, that tramp here again!” She had tried to keep her voice level but by the time she finished she was close to shouting at the idiotic male in front of her. “Wendy isn’t coming back, she’s an adult Tink, she couldn’t come back to Neverland if she wanted to. Her daughter Jane is coming with, and since you don’t like her mom I thought it would be best if you just laid low here until she gets used to Neverland.” He had hoped that learning that Wendy wouldn’t be returning to the island would calm Tink, but that wasn’t the case. “Peter you can’t bring Wendy’s daughter here! She’s probably just as bad as her mom. I thought you were over them when you decided to have this child, Our child.”

It was now Peter’s turn to feel anger course through him. How dare Tinkerbell insult Jane, she would be a great addition to the lost boys, maybe even a new mother. As Peter considered the possibly of Jane taking Wendy’s old role as mother of the Lost Boys he realized he would have to do something to make sure that Tinkerbell couldn’t ruin it his chances of getting her to stay. His original plan was to let Jane get settled into her new life before introducing her to Tink, he had figured if she already had an established role then the two females would be able to get along. Unfortunately, it sounded like that wasn’t going to happen. His only solution would have to be to ensure that Tinkerbell couldn’t interfere with his scheme and there was only one place he could put her where she wouldn’t be able to escape. “If you can’t accept that Jane is going to live in Neverland too then I guess I have no other choice. Tinkerbell I hereby banish you… you are henceforth sentenced to the Isle of the Lost.” As soon as Peter finished speaking a golden shimmer gathered around Tinkerbell and before she even had a chance to reply, she disappeared. The island magic was tied to Peter’s and so when he issued a decree, such as banishment, the island would immediately respond and carry out the sentence.

Tinkerbell found herself standing in the middle of a rundown market surrounded by grubby ruffians clothed in nothing more than rags. A few approached her with the intent of trying to rob the soft looking newcomer, but they were soon sent running when she turned her pent-up rage on them. Two bags full of her cloths, tools, and some other small comforts arrived nearly an hour after along with a short note from Peter. He assured Tinkerbell that she would only be banished to the Isle while Jane got settled and that he would send for her and their child in a couple of months…

Six years, the birth of one beautiful little girl, and much contemplation later and Tinkerbell was convinced that Peter had either lied, or forgotten about her.