OUAT Peter Pan Imagines

Healthy

I'm dedicating this imagine to @sammymbaker99

I was in my hospital bed, just like I always was, and reading, as usual, since I had no school worth going to, if I was gonna die before I would have a chance to graduate anyhow.

At the moment, I was reading Maze Runner for the fiftieth time since I was diagnosed with cancer, what can I say it was my favorite book.

I always enjoyed reading because it made me forget, if you know what I mean. It let my imagination replace reality for however short a time. I always said imagination is the best and worst part of life, because it can grant you relief from troubles, but is often cruelty interrupted by life, and you remember your imagination is just that.

So of course I believe in fairytales, it makes me smile to think there is such a thing as a happy ending, that and, Peter Pan was one friend.

Now before you call me crazy, he is. He comes to my hospital room window every night, and we stay up till dawn just talking. He told me of Neverland, his Lost Boys, even the mermaids.

But this day, I was excited and miserable that he was coming, because it would be the last time I saw him. So when he flew through my adjacent window, I could barely offer him a weak smile.

"Good evening Love, is there something the matter?" He asked politely.

"Well, Peter I have some bad news, I, I'm- I'm not going to be able to see you tomorrow night, or any other night." I said hesitantly.

I could tell this greatly distressed him and he rushed to my side and grasped my hand, "Why would you say that? Do you not enjoy my company? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all. You've been the best thing that has ever happened to me, but, even I won't get to see tomorrow night." I sighed. "What I'm trying to say is, the doctors told me that I only have until tomorrow, then I, I'll die, Peter." My voice cracked.

His eyes widened and filled with tears, "But I thought you said that you still had a few months, and that they were close to a breakthrough on the cure!"

"Peter, please don't be angry at me, I just didn't want to burden you. I knew it would be easier if I just told you later, and I kept putting it off, but, I wanted to tell you before I... go."

He shook his head, "No, no I can't let you die, I won't." Tears were now streaming down his face and it made me cry.

"We knew it was going to happen sooner or later, it just ended up being a lot sooner." I tried to sooth.

"No." He said defiantly and stood straight, "I've made up my mind, I'm taking you to Neverland."

"What?" I asked quietly, I'd never really considered the possibility, only fantasized about staying with Peter forever.

"I'm bringing you with me to Neverland, tonight." He started moving around the room I'd called home for the past year, gathering all my few belongings.

"But, you say Neverland is treacherous, and I might have been able to handle it a few years back but certainly not in this state!" By now I was in a state of confusion, panic, joy, and shock.

"As soon as we get to Neverland I'll be able to cure you, and you'll be just as you used to. I will protect you and the Lost Boys will become your brothers. You'll be the very first Lost Girl!" He said, now giddy with excitement, it was apparent he had dreamt about this a long time too.

"Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly.

"Darling, I would love nothing more to have you on Neverland with me." He came back to my bedside with a pleading look on his face.

"Me too." I said smiling.

He grinned from ear to ear and scooped me up bridal style and kissed my forehead. "Then off we go." He whispered against my neck, sending pleasurable chills down my spine.

"What did you do with all my stuff?" I questioned as I took a final look at my now bare hospital dorm.

"I sent them to Neverland already." He said nonchalantly.

I squealed as Peter jumped out my window, soon I felt us rising in the air and I burried my head into his chest, breathing in his sweet earthly scent. I felt his chest rumble from a deep chuckle.

"Look, Angel," He coaxed.

I looked down to see a beautiful view of my city, the city I hadn't explored in so long, the city I grew up in. I smiled at the thought of leaving, as I remembered all the tragedies I'd gone through here. But none of that mattered anymore, not as long as I'm with Peter.

If you haven't already guessed, I'm completely infatuated with him. His eyes made me melt, his accent made me go weak in the knees, his lips made me get lost in thought... This boy had brightened my days for the entirety of my sickness, he gave me something to look forward to other than the bittersweet relief of death.

And as I looked into his deep emerald eyes, I realized, I wouldn't have made it through without him giving me something to live for. Something to hope for. Something to love.

Soon I felt Peter's feet gently hit the sand. But he didn't set me down, instead, we looked into each other's eyes for a while, and before I knew it, our lips were pushed together. But that's not what surprised me, what surprised me,

Was that he kissed me.

I instantly kissed back. The kiss was full of pure love, and joy, his tender lips fit perfectly with mine, like they were created for each other.

When we finally pulled away for air, we put our foreheads against each other and panted heavily.

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you so long ago." He whispered.

"I wish you hadn't waited." I smiled weakly, suddenly becoming very tired.

"But Peter, I think it's time I get that cure..." My eyes drooped.

He nodded and suddenly I realized we weren't on the beach anymore but in a cave with a beautiful waterfall. Peter gently set me down and filled a flask with the water from the waterfall.

"Here, drink this." He handed it to me and I quickly did as he asked, but me being so weak, he had to help bring it to my lips.

As soon as it went down my throat, I felt color rise in my cheeks and my hair grow to the perfect length it was before chemo. I felt all my strength come back to me and I quickly stood up, I had so much energy I just had to let loose. So I decided to devote it to hugging Peter.

He hugged back, "I'm so glad Neverland's queen has finally arrived."