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TITLE: Sasha It’s a name, it’s not a canon character...not a good sign then.
PERPETRATOR:glamrockstar - and a quick glance at her profile reveals two more probable PP Sue fics.
SUMMARY: “The great grand-daughter of Wendy Darling and her adventures in the Neverland.” I just love the originality shown here.

NAME:Sasha Regen Cohen (Bwah! Sacha Cohen happens to be Ali G’s real name)
SPECIES:Wendy-clone...again, surely there must be another species out there?
HAIR:“golden blond”
EYES:”light brown”
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Wendy’s great granddaughter. Ends up living in Wendy’s old nursery...again.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Knows lots of stories; can make Peter grow up because he’s her twu luv.

NOTES:
Yet again, and for some inexplicable reason, another of Wendy’s great grandchildren end up back in London and in her old nursery.
Peter has grown older...I guess the author missed the bit about all children growing up, except one. And the entire point of Peter Pan.
Spells fairy as fairie because OMG! It looks so kewl!!!!111!!!!!
THE VERDICT: Dull, dull, dull. It’s Modern Wendy, and Peter loves her more. At least the author had the ability to come up with a different name this time.

EXCERPTS:



“Wow that movie was really awesome!” Emma exclaimed as she followed Sasha up the stairs.

“Yeah, Daniel Radcliffe makes a good Harry Potter.” Sasha agreed.





“So, all my grandmother’s stories had been true?” Sasha asked wiping her eyes.

Peter nodded.

“I can’t be your mother.” She stated firmly, as she sat up in the wooden bed.

“I don’t need a mother.” Peter replied, “but the Lost Boys might…”

“But, I need a mother…does she even know I’m here? And my father…and my brothers. I’m going to be in so much trouble! Why did you bring me here?” Sasha demanded.

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but he wasn’t sure how to explain to Sasha what he really felt deep inside. Perhaps she wouldn’t understand.

“How did you get here Peter?”

“I ran away when I was little. I was discovered by a fairie called Tinker Bell…she brought me here, and well I’ve been here ever since.” Peter tried to explain.

“And the Lost Boys?” Sasha spoke turning her head to the side.

“They all found their way, one way or another. Most of them fell out of their prams and were never discovered by their mothers.”

“Oh,” Sasha spoke softly, “Are you sure you didn’t kidnap them too?”

Peter looked up at her, “no…I didn’t.”

Sasha shook her head and sighed deeply. Peter stood up and grabbed his pipes from a wooden table. Then he turned towards Sasha, “would you like to meet them?”

She wasn’t sure how to reply. Did Peter not realize the wrong he had done? Perhaps not…

“Come on!” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.

Sasha followed Peter in a larger room, in the centre of the tree. She noticed seven younger boys moving about the room. They were all dressed in different kinds of animal furs. Three of them were identical triplets. Sasha smiled when she saw them.

“This is Sammie.” Peter spoke pointing to Sammie, who was busy making a toy out of a block of wood. Sammie had short blonde hair and was wearing clothing made out of racoon fur.

The triplets were called “the triplets.” They all had bright red hair and freckles. Sasha wondered how Peter could tell the difference between the three of them. The other three remaining lost boys were Tiny, Slim and Billy. They all had spiky brown hair and clothing made from the fur of rabbits.

“Hello boys.” Sasha spoke waving her hand.

“Are you our new mother?” Asked one of the triplets.

“I…” Sasha stammered, she had never been anyone’s mother before.

Peter smiled sitting in a wooden lounge chair. Sasha sat down on the floor beside him, crossing her legs. The boys circled them, all fighting over who’d be next to Sasha.

“Sasha, it’s a game you see. I am their father and you are their mother. It’s all pretend.” Peter explained.

“Oh…” Sasha replied, “I see.”

She turned and smiled at the boys. Since she grew up with two older brothers she knew quite a lot about boys.

“Do you know any stories?” Asked Sammie, who was quite chubby compared to the rest of the boys.

“I know plenty of stories. Are you all comfortable?”

The boys nodded. Sasha turned and looked at Peter, who nodded also. She brushed back her hair and began to speak. “There once was a beautiful woman called Margaret Parker. She was a British woman that lived in a town house with her mother Jane and her father Edward. Now as a little girl, Margaret went away many summers to a far away place called Neverland. Much like her mother, and her grandmother, she never wanted to grow up. But she knew that like all young women, she had to grow up too. When she did become a grown up she moved to a country called the United States of America. There she got married to a man called Oliver and had three children. Her daughter Sasha, resembled her quite a lot. As a little girl Sasha noticed something very special about her mother. Margaret had a secret kiss that not even Sasha’s father could get…” Sasha turned and looked at Peter, “now I know who that secret kiss belonged to.”

The boys stared blankly at Sasha as she stood up beside Peter. “It was you wasn’t it? The special kiss belonged to you…no wonder she tried to protect me. She didn’t want my heart to break just as hers did…”

Sasha shook her head and walked out of the room. She sat down and Peter’s bed and stared contently at the muddy floor. Peter came in the room and sat down beside her.

“She loved you, didn’t she? And so did my great-grandmother and my grandmother. They all loved you.” Sasha spoke feeling the tears sting her eyes, Peter didn’t want her, he wanted what he had with Wendy.

Peter didn’t speak, he just sat there staring quietly at Sasha as she rambled on.

“Is that why you brought me here? Because I remind you of Wendy? Is that why my mother’s heart was broken? Because she wasn’t Wendy…”

“No! No that’s not true!” Peter exclaimed.

“You know Peter, you have a history of breaking hearts in my family. Why should I stay here and let you do the same to me?”

“No! Sasha I never meant to hurt anyone!” Peter replied shaking his hands, “they hurt me! They grew up!”

“People grow up! It’s why they do!” Sasha yelled.

“Just like you? You’re going to grow up too? And I will be left alone once again!”

“It’s not like I have a choice…” Sasha trailed off.

Peter glanced at her with his teary green hues, “but you do have a choice. In Neverland no one ever goes up.”

“What?”

“No one grows up in Neverland.”

“No one grows up in Neverland?” Sasha repeated.

“That’s right. If you stay here you will never have to worry about grown-up things again.”

Now Sasha had to admit this sounded very appealing. No more high school, no more crappy part time jobs…no more worrying about college…no more worries at all.


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[User Picture]From: farmercuerden
2004-02-01 05:13 pm (UTC)
There once was a beautiful woman called Margaret Parker. She was a British woman that lived in a town house with her mother Jane and her father Edward. Now as a little girl, Margaret went away many summers to a far away place called Neverland. Much like her mother, and her grandmother, she never wanted to grow up. But she knew that like all young women, she had to grow up too. When she did become a grown up she moved to a country called the United States of America. There she got married to a man called Oliver and had three children. Her daughter Sasha, resembled her quite a lot. As a little girl Sasha noticed something very special about her mother. Margaret had a secret kiss that not even Sasha’s father could get

Let's analyse this:

Firstly, it's explaining the Darling legacy. That's fair enough, I suppose. Then, because she felt that Sasha just HAD to be American, she made them American (By the by, Yes, Adult-Wendy might just live in the house with her family, though it's a bit unlikely - let's presume that she married someone a bit poor, and her brother(s) let both of them stay on in the house, and going that far is canon. But are we REALLY supposed to belive that for some unknown reason, only females inherit in this famiy? Surely the meeting Peter Pan should go something like Wendy-daughter-neice of daughter- neice of that neice?)

Now, that business about a secret kiss makes no bloody sense whatsoever. Any ideas?
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[User Picture]From: rainbowdarling
2004-02-15 07:19 pm (UTC)
Sasha Cohen ... like the figure skater? Maybe it's just me.
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[User Picture]From: potatoeangel
2004-04-24 10:55 pm (UTC)
It’s why they do!” Sasha yelled.

Did the author mean: "It's what they do"

I read this story and there was a new Wendy called Wendy and she became the mother of the Lost Boys. The Lost Boys that went back with the first Wendy. And the author of that story claimed that Peter Pan was her favourite book.
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From: acccidflower
2004-06-17 07:16 pm (UTC)
I love you, oh protector of canon. You're on my friends list now and there isn't much you can do about it. Lol.

Nyeh... Sues... T_T
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[User Picture]From: ktoja
2005-10-01 02:51 am (UTC)
Hello peterpansues,
i saw something like this at http://www.livejournal.com/users/ktoja/928523.html

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[User Picture]From: broadwaypoetez
2006-01-25 03:31 am (UTC)
*cackles* Oh, I love this (just finished reading the book for the fourth time a few days ago).

If you're still... alive... you should really keep this up. I'd like to find some IgnoredPirate!Sues. Preferably Cecco, people just don't seem to write about him. (I've mused on writing a few and have people drool over it because I'd be the only one on FFN.net.)
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