Author's Note: Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan at all. But I do own this story. Why? Because I wrote it.

"Second star to the right and straight on till morning"

Regret tinged the conversations of old as Peter tossed them about in his head. The first time he had met Wendy, when he had lost his shadow. And she has been kind enough to sew it back on. True, she had made him feel awfully dumb at first, but it made her special, for no one had ever questioned him before. And now she was gone. She was grown and old with a daughter and a husband.

Peter glanced at his own hands. They had grown. When his body started to grow about a year ago, he was quite shocked. He was in Neverland; didn't that mean he wasn't supposed to grow older? But no. The magic of Neverland had begun to wear off. Captain Hook now had bits of white nestled in his black hair. The Lost Boys were becoming teenagers and Peter…Peter was becoming a man.

It wasn't right. But somehow Peter had known this day would come. He knew that things could not stay the same forever…no matter how much he wished they could. He wanted to stay a boy forever. Forever young, flying through the skies of Neverland without a care. Flirting with the mermaids. Playing with the Lost Boys. Celebrating with the Indians. But if he got older…all that fun would end. Everything would change. And Peter was not sure of change. In fact, he was quite sure that he hated change.

Because wasn't change what happened when he met Wendy? Wasn't change also what happened when Wendy left?

Peter rubbed his temples and shook his head, angry at everything and everyone. He looked up at the portal to England, clear in the sky. But he knew he couldn't. Wendy couldn't change any of this. She would just tell him that it was for his own good that he grew up. She would lecture him like any other grown up.

But, then again, Peter wasn't quite sure. She could be the one…even though she had past her "magical" years, she still believed in him. Yes, she had wanted for him to grow older...but would she really want for Neverland to lose what made it special?

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sound resembling small bells ringing from behind him. He turned to see his old friend Tinker Bell. He smiled faintly at her, noticing she was growing dull.

"Hey there, Tink. Just…thinking" he said.

She spoke more of her fairy language at her and he shook his head at her as his smile grew.

"No I'm not thinking about you, silly fairy. I swear, you're so self-centered sometimes…well, actually all the time!" he joked.

She huffed and pouted her lips. She then grabbed his hat off and threw it to the ground before mussing up his hair. He chuckled and gently grabbed her.

"Come on Tink, you know I was joking" he told her as she attempted to punch at his hand.

He placed her gently on the ground went back to gazing at the horizon.

She spoke to him in a series of chiming noises.

"So what if I'm thinking of her?! It shouldn't even matter to you. I can think about whatever or whoever I want" he lashed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tinker Bell flew up to rest on his shoulder and patted his cheek lovingly.

"Tink, I just…I just miss her so much" he confided.

She shook her head and spoke softly to him.

"How do you know she won't ever come back? I'm sure if I went to get her…"

Tink spoke clearly to him, as if making sure he understood.

"I know…she is not like us. She's an adult now...but Tink…do you ever think that maybe she could help us? You know…like bring the magic back…"

Tinker Bell argued against this, her fairy words very sharp and biting.

"But she did bring magic to us…when she was here. Didn't you feel it? I could've sworn…" he mumbled, trailing off in thought.

Tink shook her head furiously and then flew off into the forest shouting back at him before she vanished in the leaves.

Peter looked back up into the sky and glared at its blueness. She had brought magic to Neverland. He was so sure of it.

Peter stood up decidedly, determined that tomorrow morning, he would go to England and find Wendy. And when he did…only then would he know what to do.