Peter Pan Imagines

Don't Look At Me Like That

"Mommy!" A young voice called out from the mist. "Mommy, I'm afraid. Can you hold my hand?" A small girl approached, not more than four years old with dazzling green eyes and long brown locks. She approached me quietly and attached herself snugly to my leg. I felt her small form shaking timidly, her tiny breaths were rapid and nervous. She then looked up at me through her delicate eyelashes and I saw her face in full clarity. "Mommy..."

I woke in a cold sweat. It was morning now and the light shone in from the thin rays of sunlight peaking out from the tent flap. The bed I laid in was full of furs and quilts that wrapped my entire body in warmth. I slowly got up, slipped on my boots and stretched lazily in the privacy of the tent, yawning quietly in the mid-morning haze.

I had gotten used to Neverland life now. It was actually quite a pleasant routine: get up, get breakfast, go hunting or exploring, eat, then go to bed. Even as Queen, the responsibilities were never too harsh or hard, quite the contrary as they were often fun.

"Good morning beautiful." A whoosh of air behind me draped two hands around my waist and planted a kiss in the curve of my neck.

"Good morning Peter." A rosy smile crept across my lips. "You're up early today."

"Training some lost boys at dawn, no big deal." I spun around and hugged Peter tightly, his hands returning my embrace as they fell around my hips. "You know Marie, I have a big surprise for you."

"Surprise?" I asked, rolling my eyes playfully. "It better not be another hunting trophy..."

"No, much better." Peter had a medium-size wooden box appear from a cloud of green smoke in his hands and gestured for me to open it. Taking it into my hands, I unlatched the small metal hook and found a book titled The Littlest Rose highlighted in gold on the pink cover.

"Peter, it's lovely!" I kissed him on the cheek. "Where did you get this?"

"I had a few favors down at the port." Peter beamed. "And I thought you might like it."

"Thank you." I hugged him close, feeling his warmth against me again. He was real to me, even though he's just a myth in "the real world". It's funny you know, that I hold the heart of a demon next to mine; that's the kind of thing that only happens in fairytales...

"So Peter," I began. "Did you want to go on a picnic this afternoon?"

"Love to." Peter raised an eyebrow alluringly. "But I think a picnic is a tad dull for a girl like you."

"Like me? What's that supposed to mean?" I placed my hands on my hips in retort, but before I could question more, he put a finger to my lips.

"Actually, I know just the place where we could go today." He held out his hand lovingly and started to levitate in the air. I of course grabbed it and was pulled right along with him.

"Peter, where are we go-"

"Shhh, don't speak, just wait." We broke through the thick forest canopy and flew among the clouds, a sight that no matter how many times I've seen I'd never get tired of. Peter pulled me gently on and on until we descended on a great skull shaped rock surrounded by ocean. This wasn't exactly what I was expecting for an afternoon out, but you never really know with Peter.

Our feet touched the ground simultaneously and I felt a large nausea sweep over me. Strange, but manageable. Must've not slept well last night...

"So, Marie..." Peter grinned. "What do you think?"

"Think of what?"

"This place, is it exciting enough for you?"

"Peter..." I laughed half-heartedly. "This is just a rock you know."