Tinker Bell’s Story
(Josie
Sayz: This is J. M. Barrie’s ‘Peter Pan’ from Tinker Bell’s point of view.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan-fiction using characters from Sir J. M.
Barrie's 'Peter Pan'; I do not own the characters or location references.)
I
love Peter. I really do, but sometimes he can be so… so clumsy and thoughtless
he makes me mad! We used to have so much fun together. Just me and him. In
Neverland. But then he brought with him the Wendy.
It all began about year ago. Peter and I were flying high in the night sky of a city on the Mainland, in England, called London. We had been playing fairy-tag and I was winning, of course, when Peter heard someone telling stories. It was coming from a nearby house. Not wanting to miss out on any of the fun, he raced over to the window. Inside were three of them. Three humans. They were dancing around, like I had seen the Lost Boys do many a time before. Knowing that we could be spotted, I told Peter that we must be going, but for some reason he was fascinated, fixated by the room.
After the humans had gone to sleep, Peter insisted on getting a closer look at them – especially the Wendy. I warned him not to. I told him that if he did that something bad would happen, but he didn’t listen to me. In fact Peter hardly ever listened to me the entire time that… that… that Wendy was around. Anyway, Peter carefully opened the window and crept inside, but before he even got close to the humans a raging beast flew out of nowhere and began attacking him. Although I had not wanted to be near the humans, I still raced to Peter’s aid. We tried and tried with all our might, we did, but the beast won. He had not harmed Peter, but the creature had stolen poor Peter’s shadow.
Scared of what to do next, we fled. We raced all the way back to Neverland, second to the right and straight on ‘til morning. I had begged and pleaded with Peter that we were never to go back there, to that house… with the humans, but Peter insisted; he needed his shadow back. So the next night we set off, back to the Mainland, to the city of London, to retrieve what was rightfully Peter’s.
Not wanting to arouse suspicion, Peter sent me inside the house to look for his shadow. “Being so tiny,” he said, “there is no way that the beast’ll see you.” I had not wanted to return to the house, especially not all by myself, but Peter gazed at me with his sparking, hypnotising eyes that I can’t say, “No,” to. Before I knew it, I was inside the human’s house rummaging through wardrobes and pockets and cupboards and drawers, desperately trying to find Peter’s shadow before the humans woke or that fierce beast returned. I later discovered that the beast who stole Peter’s shadow was actually the Wendy’s dog, but Peter always referred to it as a ‘beast,’ so I am too.
Either I had been searching a long time or Peter had become inpatient, because he soon arrived at the window in quite a worried manner. I had just located the thing where the humans had stored Peter’s shadow. Despite being of a petite size and being able to squeeze through small spaces, I lack the strength that Peter has to open the drawers of the big box – which I later discovered, from the Wendy, to be called a chest-of-drawers. At first, it seemed quite a peculiar name, ‘a chest-of-drawers,’ especially the way the Wendy said it, but now looking back, it seems to be somewhat logical. Immediately Peter jumped towards the drawers and began scattering clothing everywhere in search for his shadow. Once he found his shadow, the silly boy closed the draw and left me inside.
Oh, that boy makes me so mad sometimes I want to scream! Especially when he woke the Wendy – oh what a great, ugly creature she was. And she wanted me to be her fairy, not a chance. I am Peter’s fairy, and only Peter’s. I have since discovered that while I was trapped in the chest-of-drawers the Wendy sewed Peter’s shadow back on for him. Well I could have done that. In fact, if I hadn’t been trapped in the stupid drawer I would have done it and I would have done it far better than the Wendy. If sewing on Peter’s shadow wasn’t enough of an intrusion, she kissed him. How dare she? How dare the Wendy kiss Peter? My Peter! He then gazed at her with his sparkling, hypnotising eyes that he usually stares at me with.
Once free, I tried pulling her back, but her huge head was far too heavy for me to move. As I tried to drag her away from Peter, the stupid Wendy started screaming that I had pulled her hair. Well it serves her right for what she did to me. The nerve of that ugly thing!
Thankfully, it seemed that Peter did not care much for the Wendy, just for her stories. As soon as she had told the end of the tale that we had overheard on the previous night, Peter was ready to return home. But the stupid Wendy stopped him, insisting that we take her with us so that she could tell stories to Peter and the Lost Boys (who knew none).
This was the second mistake Peter made, for within seconds he sprinkled my magic fairy dust (without my permission) over the Wendy and her two brothers making them fly. That was the final straw. I already had a strong hatred for the Wendy. Her perfect, curly hair and beautiful smile was enough to make me feel ill, but now she could fly too. It wasn’t fair! Peter and I had always been best of friends and gone on adventures together. But now he had a new friend, the Wendy. Not only could she now fly and had stories to tell, but she was more like Peter than I am. She was a human. The one thing that I can never be.
It all began about year ago. Peter and I were flying high in the night sky of a city on the Mainland, in England, called London. We had been playing fairy-tag and I was winning, of course, when Peter heard someone telling stories. It was coming from a nearby house. Not wanting to miss out on any of the fun, he raced over to the window. Inside were three of them. Three humans. They were dancing around, like I had seen the Lost Boys do many a time before. Knowing that we could be spotted, I told Peter that we must be going, but for some reason he was fascinated, fixated by the room.
After the humans had gone to sleep, Peter insisted on getting a closer look at them – especially the Wendy. I warned him not to. I told him that if he did that something bad would happen, but he didn’t listen to me. In fact Peter hardly ever listened to me the entire time that… that… that Wendy was around. Anyway, Peter carefully opened the window and crept inside, but before he even got close to the humans a raging beast flew out of nowhere and began attacking him. Although I had not wanted to be near the humans, I still raced to Peter’s aid. We tried and tried with all our might, we did, but the beast won. He had not harmed Peter, but the creature had stolen poor Peter’s shadow.
Scared of what to do next, we fled. We raced all the way back to Neverland, second to the right and straight on ‘til morning. I had begged and pleaded with Peter that we were never to go back there, to that house… with the humans, but Peter insisted; he needed his shadow back. So the next night we set off, back to the Mainland, to the city of London, to retrieve what was rightfully Peter’s.
Not wanting to arouse suspicion, Peter sent me inside the house to look for his shadow. “Being so tiny,” he said, “there is no way that the beast’ll see you.” I had not wanted to return to the house, especially not all by myself, but Peter gazed at me with his sparking, hypnotising eyes that I can’t say, “No,” to. Before I knew it, I was inside the human’s house rummaging through wardrobes and pockets and cupboards and drawers, desperately trying to find Peter’s shadow before the humans woke or that fierce beast returned. I later discovered that the beast who stole Peter’s shadow was actually the Wendy’s dog, but Peter always referred to it as a ‘beast,’ so I am too.
Either I had been searching a long time or Peter had become inpatient, because he soon arrived at the window in quite a worried manner. I had just located the thing where the humans had stored Peter’s shadow. Despite being of a petite size and being able to squeeze through small spaces, I lack the strength that Peter has to open the drawers of the big box – which I later discovered, from the Wendy, to be called a chest-of-drawers. At first, it seemed quite a peculiar name, ‘a chest-of-drawers,’ especially the way the Wendy said it, but now looking back, it seems to be somewhat logical. Immediately Peter jumped towards the drawers and began scattering clothing everywhere in search for his shadow. Once he found his shadow, the silly boy closed the draw and left me inside.
Oh, that boy makes me so mad sometimes I want to scream! Especially when he woke the Wendy – oh what a great, ugly creature she was. And she wanted me to be her fairy, not a chance. I am Peter’s fairy, and only Peter’s. I have since discovered that while I was trapped in the chest-of-drawers the Wendy sewed Peter’s shadow back on for him. Well I could have done that. In fact, if I hadn’t been trapped in the stupid drawer I would have done it and I would have done it far better than the Wendy. If sewing on Peter’s shadow wasn’t enough of an intrusion, she kissed him. How dare she? How dare the Wendy kiss Peter? My Peter! He then gazed at her with his sparkling, hypnotising eyes that he usually stares at me with.
Once free, I tried pulling her back, but her huge head was far too heavy for me to move. As I tried to drag her away from Peter, the stupid Wendy started screaming that I had pulled her hair. Well it serves her right for what she did to me. The nerve of that ugly thing!
Thankfully, it seemed that Peter did not care much for the Wendy, just for her stories. As soon as she had told the end of the tale that we had overheard on the previous night, Peter was ready to return home. But the stupid Wendy stopped him, insisting that we take her with us so that she could tell stories to Peter and the Lost Boys (who knew none).
This was the second mistake Peter made, for within seconds he sprinkled my magic fairy dust (without my permission) over the Wendy and her two brothers making them fly. That was the final straw. I already had a strong hatred for the Wendy. Her perfect, curly hair and beautiful smile was enough to make me feel ill, but now she could fly too. It wasn’t fair! Peter and I had always been best of friends and gone on adventures together. But now he had a new friend, the Wendy. Not only could she now fly and had stories to tell, but she was more like Peter than I am. She was a human. The one thing that I can never be.
*
After Peter taught them all to fly, we flew home to Neverland. It seemed to take us hours to get there with how slow the humans were flying. I raced and raced around them hundreds, maybe even thousands of times, but still they flew slower than a blind bird. To make things worse, by flying so slowly they had spotted us. Down below on the grounds of Neverland, Captain Hook and his crew had been spying towards the stars in hope of spotting my sparkle, which they did because we had to fly so stupidly slow. On my own I could easily have zoomed ahead, but I could not leave Peter and he would not leave the Wendy.
We had little time to think, for Hook and his crew were ready to fire Long Tom at us. If only the humans hadn’t come then we would not have found ourselves in this predicament! Peter had a perfect idea: for me to travel inside a hat, therefore the pirates would not see me. Pleased to know that we would soon be safe, I went along with Peter’s plan only to find out that I was to ride in John’s hat and not Peter’s (and the reason for doing so I am still unaware). Then the bossy Wendy snatched me from John to carry herself as if I was some sort of toy.
Bang! The pirates fired. We darted into separation. Peter and the Wendy’s brothers were nowhere to be seen. I was left stuck with her. But I had a plan. It was simple… kill the Wendy.
*
Hearing a cry down below, I spotted the Lost Boys messing around, as usual. Nibs pointed towards us and at once my plan came into action. I called out to the boys to shoot the Wendy, said it was Peter’s orders. The Lost Boys were too stupid to know any better. By thinking it was Peter’s orders to shoot the Wendy down, they did so immediately. With a cheer of excitement, it was Tootles who fired his arrow, sinking it into the heart of the Wendy. The boys crowded around her as Peter returned.
I almost cried on my discovery that the Wendy had not died. The arrow that Tootles had fired hit an acorn thimble that hung around the Wendy’s neck (Peter must have given to her earlier, whilst I was stuck inside the drawer). Although, what was worse than finding that the Wendy was not dead, was what Peter did after he found out it was me who told the Lost Boys to shoot her. It was stupid Curly’s fault! He told Peter everything. Then Peter said how he was no longer my friend and banished me forever. Forever! Well until the ugly Wendy butted in, then Peter decreased the time of my banishment to a week.
Oh, how I wanted to pinch the Wendy! Me, banished for a week? Me? I am Peter’s oldest and bestest friend. If anyone was going to be banished it should have been the Wendy.
Without saying another word, I zoomed off as fast as I could. Being so angry with the Wendy for everything she had done, I wished so hard to go and tell Captain Hook about her, that she was an intruder to Neverland. He’d soon have her captured. But I didn’t tell. If I had, I would have put Peter and the Lost Boys’ lives in danger too. Instead I sat on a tree branch, watching them build a house for her.
*
The week of my banishment passed quickly. However, when I returned, with the Wendy there, it was as though they had forgotten all about me. Whilst the Wendy raced around after them, feeding them, washing them, telling them stories, I stayed high up out of the way in my private apartment. If they didn’t need me, I didn’t need them. I caused as much disruption for the Wendy as possible, whatever she did. But most of all, I sat and waited for the day when Peter would realise that it was not the Wendy that he wanted as his friend, but me.
*
For weeks and months the Wendy and her two brothers lived in Neverland. And not once did they ever speak of going home. So one night, with the help of some of the other Neverland fairies, while the Wendy was sleeping I managed to get her onto a great floating leaf and sail her off in the direction of the Mainland. However the leaf gave way, because the Wendy was too fat and heavy. It was funny though, when she awoke in a pool of water.
Not only the Wendy, but also her brothers were starting to call Neverland their home. They couldn’t stay here – they were humans, but so where Peter and the Lost Boys… although they had come to Neverland to escape growing up, whereas the Wendy and her brothers had just followed Peter here for the fun of it.
*
One scary adventure, which was entirely the Wendy’s fault, was that at Mermaids’ Lagoon. Starkey and Smee had Tiger Lily tied up and were going to leave her on the lagoon, when Peter cleverly threw his voice to imitate Hook. He was marvellous, he sounded just like the captain himself. Captain Hook appeared. The stupid Wendy kept warning Peter to be careful, but he always is. Peter has never had his hand cut off, unlike Hook. But still the Wendy kept bothering him. That is why it was her entire fault that Peter got hurt.
During the battle, the Lost Boys and I lost contact with poor Peter and the Wendy. Only after their ordeal did I discover that Wendy had distracted Peter, which made him get hurt. Being hurt, Peter could not fly, nor swim away from the rising waters of the lagoon. To try and save the Wendy, Peter tied her to Michael’s kite in hopes that she would blow away from the lagoon and back to Hangman’s tree. How I wish I had known. I could have dragged her in the direction of the Mainland, so we would never see her again. Fortunately for Peter, the Neverbird saved him, bringing him back safely.
Not long after this adventure did the Lost Boys and the Wendy’s brothers, John and Michael, start to call the Wendy and Peter their mother and father. Peter did not even care! Before the Wendy came, Peter had refused to have anything to do with mothers and fathers and now because of her, they were mother and father. The stupid, ugly Wendy… if anyone is to be a mother with Peter, it is me.
*
The one delight that I did receive from the Wendy, however, came the night that she told the story of her parents and how much she missed them. This made all of the Lost Boys want to go home too – all except Peter, that is. It made my heart flutter knowing that he opposed the idea of returning to the Mainland. Despite my excitement, I made myself clear that I was not to be the one to lead the Wendy home. I was determined to stay, alone, with Peter, but he insisted that I go with them. Not wanting to upset him, I quickly agreed.
Yet again, it was because of the Wendy that we were in danger. Leaving the house, I scooted up the tree to find that we were surrounded by pirates. Up until this point we had been successful in not allowing Captain Hook to find our hide out, but now, because she wanted to go home we were all nearly killed.
While the Wendy had been sobbing about home, the pirates won a fearsome battle against the redskins, who protect our hideout (since Peter rescued their princess, Tigerlily, from the pirates). With Hook high on his victory, he kidnapped all of the Lost Boys and the Wendy. It was lucky Peter had stayed behind. The Wendy, I could not care less for, but the Lost Boys, they were Peter’s friends – our friends. To add to our troubles, I overheard Hook boasting that he had poisoned Peter’s medicine (which the Wendy had left for him). Why Hook was saying his plans out loud for me to hear I’ll never know, but I had to stop Peter from drinking it. The poison was a one-of-a-kind-Captain-Hook-poison and if Peter drank it, I was sure that he would die.
Racing back down Hangman’s tree, I warned Peter of his poisoned medicine, but he did not believe me. To prove a point, he went to drink it. Not being able to bear the thought of life without Peter, I zoomed in the way of his mouth and the medicine and drank it all myself.
The next few minutes that passed I do not remember. All I do know is that it was Peter who saved me. After all the incidents that had occurred with the Wendy, Peter still liked me. He got all of the children dreaming of Neverland to clap who believed in fairies and by doing so, I was healed.
I wished for one second that I could lay a kiss upon Peter’s cheek, so he would know and understand how I felt, but upon his orders we flew in search of Hook and his crew. It was only the Lost Boys I was interested in saving. The pirates could do what they wanted with the Wendy.
*
Reaching the Jolly Roger, Peter had a plan. The crocodile that had eaten Hook’s right hand was known around Neverland for its ticking. Before it had chomped on the captain, the crocodile had swallowed Hook’s ticking clock. This ticking was the one thing that Captain Hook feared most; for the crocodile liked the taste of the captain’s hand so much that, ever since, it has been licking its chops, ready to taste the rest of him. Sneaking up to the boat, Peter began to imitate the crocodile perfectly. Hook darted to the back of the ship, cowering like a frightened child.
With the captain distracted, Peter and I snuck up onto the ship and tossed a member of Hook’s dastardly crew into the sea. The splash startled everybody aboard. Peter took his opportunity to sneak into the cabin and began making scratching noises, like a cat. With a gasp, the crew turned to the cabin. Irritated by the feline intruder, Hook sent one of his crew to fish it out. Bang! The man was dead. Hook sent another. Dead. Another. Dead. With Hook running out of crew, Peter scurried out of the cabin and freed the Lost Boys and the Wendy. With Hoko still distracted, it would have been easy for us all to fly away to safety, but that is not the way of Peter.
Peter wanted to get even with Hook for causing him injury and for kidnapping his friends. I admit that it was clever of Peter to free the Lost Boys (and unfortunately the Wendy) but he was so stupid to face Hook again. I begged and pleaded with him to leave the Jolly Roger and fly off, but there was something in his eyes… something that I had not seen for a very, very long time. Anger.
This was the most fearsome battle and the most scared for Peter that I have ever been. With Peter being an amazing swordsman I should not have worried, but Hook had been known to have a few evil tricks up his sleeve. This time, Peter was the tricky one! He made Hook pierce his own skin, before bravely ending the fight feeding Hook to the crocodile. The crocodile was so pleased with Peter’s deed that he promised not to cause mayhem to any of us fairies again.
Once it was official that Captain Hook was no more and all of his crew were gone, Peter took control of the Jolly Roger and we crowned him our Captain. The ugly Wendy praised her hero. To make sure that she did not try and kiss him again I hovered in her face until she was, like the others, sound asleep – it had been a very long day.
Whilst everyone slept, Peter stirred me and insisted that I join him on a little quest. He asked me to go with him back to the Mainland, while the Lost Boys and the Wendy were asleep. We crept into the Wendy’s house and barred up the window of the room for which she was to return. I did not want to prevent the Wendy from going home. I wanted her to go. I wanted her out of Neverland and for Peter to forget about her once and for all! But Peter had wanted her to stay and he had looked at me with those hypnotising eyes of his and I could not disappoint him.
Once we barred the window, we heard the Wendy’s mother crying. I know that Peter would never admit it, but I think he actually felt sorry for her. He felt the pain of wanting the Wendy. Upon seeing her cry, Peter made us unblock the window and at once we flew back to Neverland, second to the right and straight on ‘til morning.
It was then the next night that the Wendy, John and Michael returned to their home on the Mainland. The Lost Boys waved them off and as I promised Peter, I led them back. Although Peter will never admit it, I know he was sad to let the Wendy go, but as the days went by he and the other Lost Boys soon forgot about the ugly creature.
It is now almost a year later. Spring has sprung, and all seems to be forgotten about the Wendy and her brothers. Not long after their departure, I discovered the handkerchief belonging to the Wendy lying alone in the forest; I quickly removed it throwing it into the stream that leads to the Mainland.
And as for Peter, he doesn’t even remember her anymore. Now that she’s gone I have him all to myself… apart from the Lost Boys, who have most of his attention all of the time. Hmm… maybe I could arrange a game of hide and seek with them all and make the Lost Boys mysteriously disappear, that way I’ll have Peter all to myself – he has such a short memory span that he’ll soon forget we were playing with them. Yes, I quite like that idea, in fact I think I’ll go and put my plan into action right now.
- Josie -
