Mommy Dearest - Peter Pan x Reader

2. Lost Girl

The Lost Girl

You stood in the yard with your older brother. Your hands were clenched into fists that you held in front of your chest defensively. Your brother had taken self-defense classes and was now teaching you all he knew so that you would be able to handle yourself if anything happened.

You dodged his blows and managed to knock him down, pinning him to the ground. He smirked up at you, proud of your progress. When you stood, he rose quickly to pull a sneak attack, but you were ready. You caught his outstretched arm and flipped him onto his back, knocking the wind out of him. You pinned his other arm with your foot, just enough pressure to keep him still, until he surrendered.

"Fine, I give," he admitted. "I've taught you all I can."

You giggled and helped him up. "Thanks."

He pulled you into a hug. "Anything for you, little sis."

You stood a few feet away from the boys, instructing them on their stances and how they held their weapons. Jake and Eddy were practicing with staffs today, which they enjoyed because they loved beating things up. You knew there would be bruises galore by the time they were done, but they were used to that and they had to learn somehow.

"Tighten your grip, Jake," you told the slightly older boy. He had a habit of dropping his weapons.

"Move your hands apart, Eddy," you instructed the younger, who placed his hands too close together, limiting his mobility.

One of the main reasons Pan took you was to train his boys. He had been watching you and had seen your fighting ability at home. When he brought you to the island, you impressed him by taking down Felix on the first try.

You sat in the bathroom with your younger brother, gently running a wet cloth over his forehead. He had been rough housing with his sister, who was between your ages, and he had gotten the worse end of it. He ended up with bruises on his cheeks and a gash on his forehead. It wasn't deep enough to need stitches, but it would need cleaning before you could bandage it.

"I told you to be careful," you teased. You had warned him and your sister not to play too rough, but they hadn't listened and they got hurt.

The wound was still bleeding, so you told your brother to hold the rag tightly to his head while you prepared medicine and bandages. You then dried off the area so the Band-Aids would actually stick. You used a Q-tip to smear ointment across the cut and then opened two large Band-Aids to effectively cover it.

"Thanks, (y/n)!" your brother smiled before giving you a hug and running off. You disposed of the wrappers and put the other supplies away before following him out.

One night, you came home to your worst nightmare.

You had just run to the store for a couple of things and everything was fine when you left. But as you headed up your street, you could swear you smelled smoke. Looking up at the sky, you saw a think grey fog pouring out into the street. You quickened your pace, and your heart fell when you turned into the driveway.

Your childhood home was on fire.

Your parents' cars were still in the driveway, indicating that everyone was home inside the chaos. You dropped your bags and ran towards the house, jumping back when the flame roared and rose higher as if trying to fight you off.

"Mom!" you screamed. "Dad!" You even called for your siblings, but no one answered.

The rest of the day was a blur. You heard the sirens of fire trucks and ambulances. You heard people telling you to get away and stay safe. You remembered watching the medics wheel gurneys out to the ambulance, holding the lifeless bodies of your loved ones.

Your entire body went numb. You didn't know what to think. You lost everyone and everything you ever had.

You rode in the ambulance to the hospital. You were seventeen, so you couldn't be left to find your own way. Plus, your house was destroyed, so you had nowhere to go anyway.

Once there, you couldn't bear to go inside. The medics and police had looked you over, deciding that you were okay. They let you sit outside the hospital and take in some fresh air before you answered any questions.

"I wish I had somewhere to go," you whispered to yourself. The reality of it all finally hit you and tears flowed from your eyes. You buried your face in your knees, unaware of a presence beside you.

"I can give you somewhere to go," a male voice said.

You looked up to see a rather attractive boy clad in green and brown. His brows were furrowed in an unreadable expression and his arms were crossed.

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Peter Pan."

You scoffed. "Like the fairy tale."

"A bit different."

Too tired to argue, you simply sighed. "How can you possibly help me?"

He sat on the curb beside you. "I can take you to Neverland. You could live there, with me and the Lost Boys. We could use a girl on the island."

"Why do you want to help?"

"I've been watching you," he admitted. "I think you could be useful. You'd be a good influence for my boys."

You chewed your lip in thought. "I guess there's nothing keeping me here anymore."

He beamed. "Good. Now come on."

He stood and offered you his hand. You took it hesitantly. A green glow engulfed the two of you and you began rising into the air. Surprised and frightened, you clung to him. He chuckled and held onto you as you flew to the island where no one ever grew up.

You looked over at Pan as you recalled how you came to live here. The events that led up to your meeting him weren't pleasant, but you never regretted the decision to come live with him and the boys.