The room to the West was to be Wendy's prison for the whole of the summer, before she was sent off to some boarding school to become a lady. Aghast by her tendencies to think of pirates and half- dressed boys flying over her bed, Aunt Millicent had quite put her foot down and insisted that a lady needed her own room. As she lay awake in her bed, she heard Mrs. Darling cooing over the boys, who had fallen asleep as quick as their nightlights were lit. There were to be no nightlights here to soothe Wendy, as this was a 'lady's room'. Wendy listened intently and heard some shuffling about. Mrs. Darling was sorting about the thoughts of her brothers. With a chuckle, Mrs. Darling recounted and organized the memories of her little ones. A couple of years ago, Mrs. Darling had riffled through the thoughts of littler Wendy, and found naughty Peter Pan dancing about in her mind. Mrs. Darling had done quite well to push thoughts of Peter to the very bottom of Wendy's mind, but now left to sort her thoughts herself, poor Wendy wrestled with the flying Pan on her own. This had been a problem for several nights, now. She felt as if when she fell asleep and adventured in her Neverland, Peter seemed to always be hiding behind a tree, although she never did see him. In fact, she never did see anybody in her Neverland, and she felt quite alone. In the Nursery, her brothers had leaped from head to head, causing all sort of wretched adventure towards each other. She had had to put sticky tar all about her little house made of leaves to deter their visits. It was so obscure, who's Neverland was who's, that if you held up all three next to each other, you would have certainly known they were from the minds of siblings, such as if they had the same nose. Now, isolated from the rest, she was not even in the same season as her brothers, as they were both still frolicking in mid-spring! Wendy felt sleep finally coming to her, and with dread she realized that once again, the thought of Peter Pan was forefront in her mind.

Peter had indeed come back to see Wendy, mostly to see if she told stories about him. He would gleefully sit by the window, quite full of himself as she recounted adventure after adventure. Some of the stories even took him by surprise, as he had a terrible knack of forgetting things almost immediately. This was, of course, because he had no mother to sort out his thoughts before bed. But, alas, he had watched after the nightlights were lit, Mrs. Darling coming by and tut tutting at Wendy's forefront thought of him. He scornfully watched as she tucked away precious thoughts of him to the very bottom of Wendy's mind.

Now, the tables had turned. Unsupervised, Wendy's Neverland opened itself to sleep. With delight, Peter carefully opened the window and softly floated into her room. He floated just above her form and softly let gravity push his body onto hers. He was still floating, though, and it felt to Wendy as if she had been applied another blanket.

"Wendy…" He whispered softly into her ear. He loved to watch her dream. She squirmed, slightly, and he saw that in her Neverland, she turned quickly around to see if Peter was there. It was very naughty to make her think he was there, and it was naughtier still that this was not the first time he had baited her. He watched in satisfaction as she looked about with her big blue eyes, her pet wolf whining inquisitively. He wanted to reach out and to touch her lovely hair, but he was too afraid. He would never admit to fear, though, and reasoned that he just so enjoyed playing with her this way. He felt himself a clever trickster, when to the trained eye, it was obvious he was woefully love-struck.

Tonight, he had built up his courage. He came out from behind the tree and smiled at her wickedly, for she had yet to find which tree he hid behind. Her wolf's ears perked suspiciously and he floated behind her. He drew in a large breath, which gave away his position, but not before he blew on the ground, creating a huge updraft and sending Wendy's nightgown floating precariously upward. Laughing, for he had seen her nakedness, she finally turned to him, blushing and heart pounding.

"It is not good form!" She began hotly. She tried to finish, but it had been so long since he had visited her she could not continue to scold him. She had gotten quite a bit taller, even taller than him, and noticing this, Peter became quite vexed. It was of no consequence to him, of course, since he was so talented at make believe. His pride came before his concerns of being a man, and he simply imagined to grow, just enough to be able to peek over Wendy's head. She held her breath as he grew suddenly.

"Peter! You've grown up!" She said aghast. He blew a raspberry quite dramatically.

"I have not! I have merely grown to be as big as you, and you certainly are not grown up!" He reasoned. His voice had grown deeper, and he pretended not to notice as it would spoil the fun. Suddenly remembering his manners, he bowed to her graciously as they had done upon their first meeting. She smiled and curtsied back to him. Remembering suddenly a much more interesting greeting he had seen from the fairies, he reached for her hand, and taking it quite delicately to his mouth pressed his lips clumsily to it. He looked to her to see if he had done it correctly, and out of good form, she did not correct his clumsy kiss. Instead, she dashed her good form and held him quite close.

"I've missed you, Peter." She said wiping her eyes, and possibly nose, on his little leaves. Feeling quite full of himself for having someone grovel over him, he did not return her affections. Instead he haughtily looked over her head, and relished in feeling quite tall. She tightened her embrace, and he felt his heart flutter and thump about wildly. And as Wendy's ears were so close to his chest, he felt completely embarrassed that she might hear his traitorous feelings, and that she would poke fun at him endlessly for it. He released her.

"Shall we have an adventure, my Wendy Darling?" He cajoled.

"Your Wendy Darling?" She scoffed, now reaching for her sword made of sticks. "I belong to no man! For I am Red-Handed Jill, the killer of husbands, and you shall not take me!" She unsheathed her weapon, and he parried with his clever little knife he hid among his leaves.

"I will take you as my prisoner! You will never escape!" He laughed gleefully and the game was afoot. How at ease he felt playing with Wendy. His laughter felt more genuine and rang deeper in his chest. As they stumbled about, dodging and swinging. He felt completely at home, in her little Neverland, he had nearly forgotten his own.

Now in complete pretend, he cared only of winning the game. Capturing the prisoner, and making her pay for… whatever crime he had imagine she had done against him. For stealing his thimble (for he was still so sore on the subject, and never fully had gotten over it).

Heated, and only caring about winning, Peter did rely on naughty tactics. He would stick out his foot to make her stumble back, and even once bopped her quite rudely on the nose, just for his own amusement. She nearly had cut his own nose off for that, but caring less and less for rules resorted to cheating. Peter hooked his little knife into the hilt of her sword and twisted it so that it flung from her hands and into his own. Backing her to a tree with her own weapon he lifted the sword to her neck threateningly.

"You will pay for your crime, Jill!" He sang, in quite an impressive impression of old Hook.

"Is that so?" She asked slyly, "And what is my crime?"

"Lying." Peter said grinning wickedly in her captured face. She blanched.

"But I have not told a lie."

"Aha! She lies again!" He exclaimed gleefully. He pressed his face close to hers and whispered so haughtily. "I know your secret, Red Handed Jill." Her heart did beat fast, for she was not at ease to have his face so close to hers, and she felt he had not idea how it affected her. But she kept her pride, even when her heart was in her throat.

"And what secret is that?" She teased from him.

"You secret about kisses." He said, dropping his dagger and pulling a rusty thimble from his vest. "This is no kiss, it is a fake!" He threw it on the ground, quite regretfully as he truly had a connection with the object and did not want to lose it. He was thrilled to see her face. He could tell that he had won the game, and he could decide the prize. He did so much love her kisses and he thought about taking one from her. It was fair after all, he had won. He looked at her mouth, who's right hand corner called to him. He wanted to kiss her now, and it was more maddening than before. Peter had been left so alone in Neverland, never to experience kisses again, just as he had received his first. He would never admit it, but his hunger for them had deepened ever since, and he quite often imagined he could steal one from Wendy again in a moment such as this. But he did not know if it was right. What if she did not want a kiss? But, alas, they were only playing pretend, he had won the game and captured the dreaded Red-Handed Jill. His thoughts quite wickedly arranged themselves in his favor. Now he knew what he wanted from her.

Wendy looked at him quite peculiarly as he pondered. Peter had such a bad habit of running off with his thoughts. It disturbed her, and completely thrilled her to watch him frantically look into the right corner of her mouth, and her lip twitched.

Yes, yes, he had won, after all, he told himself, and it was only pretend. It was only pretend…

Suddenly, thoughts to the wind, he kissed her, not exactly knowing how. His pride suddenly exposed as he realized he really did not know, he opened his eyes, half lidded and peeked. Her eyes were closed, and her cheeks were red. Thrilled at the sight, he dropped the sword and brushed his hands delicately onto her cheeks to feel their heat. His heart pounded, and he grew ashamed, for he was sure that she would hear. Growing scared he whimpered, a bit like a dog and began to untangle himself when she placed her hand strongly on his back and held him reassuringly. Encouraged by her embrace, he committed another theft and kissed her again, puckering her lips with his he felt the delicate softness of their flesh. Wendy, completely at Peter's will, was enraptured. Slowly, the kiss broke, their hungers abated and egos left raw. Quite suddenly, Peter pressed his head to her chest and he listened. The frantic pounding of her heart gave her feelings away, and he looked up at her slyly. Wickedly he whispered to her.

"I have captured you, Red Handed Jill, and stolen your Kiss. Come try to kill me, if you dare." Peter then bent to pick up his knife (and deftly, his thimble) and began to walk away from her. Left in a daze the autumn trees in her Neverland took to shaking wildly, as if a great shiver had overtaken them. Her wolf lay lazily, flicking its ears from the irritation of falling foliage. He looked back at her once more, leaves all about him, as he sheathed his little dagger.

"Good night, my Wendy Darling." He said. If he had smiled wickedly at this, she would have been vexed for he would have been teasing her with his winning the game. But he did not smile, and she wholly knew that he meant to have her. Or rather, that he already had her.

I am so happy I got this little guy out there. I don't know if there will be other chapters. Read and Review, we will see.

Until next time….