❤️🩹 Reunion ❤️🩹
I fixed the Rescue Rangers movie. I've been meaning to do this since it premiered. I hope you enjoy it. I hope with all my heart! It's all under the cut, so click below to read it. And please let me know what you think!
“Think happy little thoughts!” Sweet Pete exclaimed, for no one other than himself, as he shoved convention attendees out of the way. He was on the trail of Chip and Dale, two little chipmunks who knew way too much and had to pay. But he was losing speed quickly. He coughed, wheezing from the task of running, and began to limp as he felt something go awry in his leg. “Aw, I definitely pulled something,” he knelt down on the floor, getting out of the way for his friend Jimmy the polar bear. “You keep going, I’ll catch up.”
As Pete stopped to catch his breath, a pelican holding a cup walked by.
“Hey, gimme that,” Pete snarled, snatching the cup from the bird and taking a big sip. He gagged at the taste and looked at the pelican in shock. “Ugh! It’s diet!” Pete shoved the cup back at the bird. “Never mind. Ugh, my leg…” He rubbed the tender spot on his calf, hoping the pain would go away. Pete missed being a kid– he never had pains like this.
Just then, a pair of blue high heels froze, just about a yard away from him.
“Peter?”
A soft voice. A delicate voice. A loving, welcoming, familiar voice.
Pete, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest and radiate through his limbs, slowly raised his gaze. He knew who it was, even without looking.
His brown eyes welled with tears. His voice was small in his throat.
“Wendy?”
Her lip was quivering. But oh, Wendy looked beyond happy to see him. “Hello, Peter.”
Pete was stunned, like a deer in headlights, as he rose from the floor and looked her in the eyes. But tears were rolling down his chubby, stubbled cheeks. “Gee…” He breathed ever so softly. So much had happened since he last saw her.
He’d had so much wrong done to him.
And he had done so much wrong, himself.
“Wendy, I…” He tried to speak, but stopped, and turned away.
Wendy, now grown up, and nearly the same age as Pete, could tell that things had not gone the way that they should have for Peter. She stepped closer to him, and rested a hand lovingly on his shoulder. He was always strong as a young teenager, but now as an adult, he had some serious muscle.
“Peter, dear, look at me…” She spoke softly. She still sounded nearly the same as the last time he had seen her. Yes, the last time he had seen her was when he watched her board a plane back to England, after the fun and pomp of promoting Peter Pan had come to an end. Peter understood then that she had to go home, but he wished she could have stayed. Maybe things wouldn’t have gone… like this.
Peter finally turned to face her. But he was having the hardest time keeping his gaze on her eyes. He was ashamed of what he’d become.
“Wendy… Wendy, I’m sorry…!” Peter threw his arms around her and cried. Something he rarely did. But he couldn’t help it. “I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”
“Oh, oh, oh,” Wendy breathed, wrapping him in the warmest, most loving hug in the world. She still had that motherly touch that Peter had loved, even more so now. “Oh Peter, I could never hate you.” Her voice quivered as she realized she too was crying.
“A-are ya sure?” Peter croaked. “I’ve done some awful things, Wendy. I was in the middle of one, when… when you showed up. Oh Wendy, why’d you ever leave?” The man burst into tears again. But he didn’t care. It was as if everything around them had melted away. There was no expo going on, as far as Peter and Wendy were aware. All that mattered… was them.
“Shh… Now, now…” She soothed him sweetly, stroking Peter’s soft hair with her dainty fingertips. His locks were as red as ever, and she smiled as she noticed that he’d grown them long enough to style them in a small ponytail. Always a Lost Boy. “I’m sorry I left, Peter. I didn’t want to go. But… I’m here now. I’m here. For anything you need.”
Peter lifted his head and looked her in the eyes now. He was searching desperately for a sign of truth. “R-really?”
Wendy cupped his cheek in her palm and nodded gently. “Yes, Peter. I’ll help you. I want to help you.” The woman looked around, remembering that they were at a convention center, which perhaps was not ideal. They had a lot of catching up to do, and this was much more important than any of the guests, vendors, shows, or panels that might be happening here. “But, erm, could we go somewhere a bit– private?” She asked.
Peter, in a fragile state in every manner of the phrase, frowned, and carefully but firmly moved her hand off of him. “I get it… Ya don’t wanna be seen in public with an ugly guy like me.”
Wendy was stunned to hear this. How could he have gotten it so wrong? “Oh, goodness, no! On the contrary!” She slipped her hand into his, and gave it a warm squeeze. Her blue eyes sparkled, dazzling Peter. “You look wonderful. Handsome as ever, and even more.”
He smiled, a real, true, boyish smile. For the first time since the last time he saw Wendy, Peter felt purely happy. He chuckled lightly.
“Come on, Wendy.”
…
After a long explanation, a lot of soul searching, some serious apologies and real enlightenments, with Wendy aiding him every step of the way, Pete shut down his whole bootleg operation, and personally restored every toon that he had altered. Chip and Dale escaped from the convention center unscathed, and were soon reunited with Monterey Jack. Jimmy and Bob remained Peter’s friends, and even attended Peter and Wendy’s wedding, as his best men.
“I love you, Peter. I always have.”
“And I love you, Wendy. From here to Never Land, and back again.”
It is said that, as Peter and Wendy drove off together, married at last, a familiar crow, like that of a rooster, resounded throughout the valley. ✨
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