A/N: This is my first Peter Pan fan fiction so please be gentle.

It was a cold winter's night on the streets of London. The lamp posts were lit to a warm glow making the streets shine from the dampness of the snowfall that surrounded them.

Wendy Darling went about her chores of getting ready for bed. She sat on the dainty little stool that accompanied her dresser. Small perfumes and charms were scattered across the surface. A jewel box sat in the middle of it all. This box had Wendy's most treasured possessions in which lay a handkerchief that her Grandmother knit, a handful of beads that she received from her Grandfather which he bought from Asia and a small acorn attached to a silver chain which she most treasured from Peter Pan.

Wendy wore this acorn around her neck all the time. Except for bedtime. She didn't want to lose or break it when she slept.

Wendy brushed her long dark wavy hair and hummed a tune to herself. Nanna, the Saintburnard came through the ajar of the nursery door. She sniffed at the air and went to her doghouse where she lay watching for John, Michael and the lost boys to return from hanging Christmas decorations downstairs.

"Isn't it lovely Nanna…how the snow falls from the night sky?" Wendy asked the dozy dog from the corner of the nursery.

Nanna just yawned and closed her eyes. She had been busy that day, making sure the Darling's were in order.

Wendy smiled and turned back to face her reflection in the dresser's mirror. Her ruby lips and sapphire eyes were the most beautiful features on her delicate face.

Wendy looked down into her jewel box. The acorn Peter had given her when they first met was the first thing that caught her eye. It had been 2 years since she last saw him. Wendy sat starring at the acorn when something wet hit her hand that was holding it. A tear had escaped her eye.

"When will you return to me Peter Pan?" she whispered when all of a sudden the boys burst through the door laughing and singing carols.

Wendy quickly looked away and wiped the wetness from her face before turning back and gathering the courage to smile along with them.

"Wendy are you going to tell us a story tonight?" John asked his flustered sister.

The boys stopped their games to hear her reply.

"Not tonight…we all need our rest and I promise to tell you a story tomorrow night," she said getting up from her seated position and climbing into her bed.

The boys all frowned in disappointment but thought better to leave Wendy to her word. They all climbed into their beds and went into a deep sleep not knowing someone at the window was also disappointed.

The nursery clock turned to midnight. The children were silent as they dreamt. The latch on the window flicked up and a hand gently eased the window open. The figure crept in but a creak was made on the wooden floor from the weight of it's foot.

"Mmmmph…Peter," Wendy moaned as she turned in her bed.

The figure rose from the nursery floor and hovered over Wendy. Peter looked down at her. Her hair disheveled over her face. He brushed it away to look at the face that made his heart leap.

"Wendy?" he whispered.

Wendy's eyes flickered open as she turned to face the familiar voice she longed to hear for 2 years. Wendy smiled as she saw the boy she dreamt of.

"Hello Peter," she said.

Peter returned the smile.

"I've missed you," he said, brushing the back of his fingers on her warm cheeks.

"Why didn't you return for 2 years?" Wendy asked.

"Has it been 2 years already?" Peter smiled.

"I will change eventually," she reminded him.

"Yes…I know," he frowned.

"Why now?"

"Why what?" Peter asked puzzled.

"Why have you come back?"