Okay so I'm back and I know I haven't finished the other story but I'm sorry I was busy. Honestly I didn't know what to do with it but I will finish it. Actually I will finish the other two stories but for now ill I had this couple in my mind these last couple of days and I had to get it out of my head. So as you guess it Peter Pan and Wendy. Okay so it takes place when Wendy is in storybook and she, taken by her brothers to their new home.

After my brothers and I celebrated my returning home, they showed me to my room. It was much different than it was years ago. The toys were, gone the pink covered sheets were now blue and the paint on the wall was peach colored. Not like before I left and the walls were covered with flower petals. I remember when me and John were little we were fighting about what decoration to get on the wall. He wanted the wall to be covered with cars and airplanes the usual boy stuff, but we eventually came to a compromise. If I did his homework all of this year then I could decorate the wall any way I wanted. But that was a long time ago, things had changed, they had changed. They had changed so much in height and in personality. They were now filled with stories with what they had done with their lives. They told me about how they met with fairies, the evil queen and the seers. I felt ashamed that they spent most of their years trying to find me. They went through all that pain to find me, but I'm here now.

But what they didn't know is that I had changed to. I knew that they would be disappointed in me come tomorrow morning. But I had to do what I had to do. It wasn't their fault that they did not know the whole legend of the Great Peter pan. For all they knew, Peter could not die, as long as he had a person that believed in him that is. Even if they feared him, they still believed. They knew that they had to kill Peter and Rumple together in order for him to die. But what they didn't know was that peter was not dead he was in fact sleeping. They didn't know that he could split his heart in two and give it to a pure soul to hold. In return that pure soul would give him half of their own heart. And that was exactly what Peter had done. We had made the split transfer before I left never land, right before I had boarded the Jolly Roger. It scared me that Peter still lived. It scared me that I was the one keeping Peter alive.

Several hours passed and I sat on my bed waiting. Felix was coming. He was the one who was going to escort me to place where Peter had died. Any moment now I would hear a knock on the window. What could I do, I couldn't exactly run away or tell anyone. Peter has half my heart. Then I heard it. The knock sent shivers sown my spin. I knew at that moment that I would never escape peter. I belonged to him. I started to get out of my bed but I waited. I wanted to enjoy my last moment of freedom. I let my legs dangle from the edges of my bed. Then he knocked again. I waited. And then again he knocked. And again I waited. He seemed to grow impatient.

"I wonder how you would like it if your life was snatch away from you." I whispered

I slowly walked towards the window, hesitating with every step. I put my hand on the lock and UN locked it. When I opened the window a gust of wind poured in that flung the windows open. Felix was there grinning at me. He knew my fate; he knew that from here on I would always belong to peter. I had part of his heart after all and I doubt he would be willing give me back my heart.

We walked down the street in silence, which made me comfortable. I didn't really like talking to him. When we reached the area where Peter had died I looked around, there was no one in sight. No one to tell me to stop, no one to tell me that what I was going to do was wrong when rumple and Peter vanished the left a crater in the street. It was like a small bomb went off and left a deep whole. There was sparkling black powder all around the crater and inside. What I was doing was wrong; I shouldn't be bringing someone with a black heart back. Especially someone like Peter Pan. Felix must have guessed at my hesitation. He grabbed my arm and dragged me down to the center of the crater. The grab was painful. It was like metal squishing my bones. I was going to bring his friend back to life the least he could do was be respectful. I was going to be left with an incredible bruise on my right elbow. He pulled me close to where our face was inches apart. Then he said with harsh words.

"Well, get on with it," and he turned me around forcefully.

I stood up straight. All I needed to say was one would and he would wake. It was that easy. But I know he still will not let me go. He doesn't let any of his things so. Even if they are of no use to his anymore. Laid my hands against my chest and whispered his name.

"Peter," when I said his name, the bottom of my feet started to glow. Below me was a star that shined an incredible white light. The winds started fighting. It was as if they were screaming at each other. My hair blew in my face. Black smoke started to surround me. I looked for Felix hoping he would help me but all I saw was a black shadow. Then I heard him scream.

"You did it Wendy, you really did it. You brought him back."

I looked around, twisting and turning but all I could see was black smoke. It was trying to engulf me, as in punishing me for waking Peter. I started to feel dizzy, and then I lost my footing. But as quickly as I fell, I was caught. I was being pulled up by someone taller than me. It couldn't be Felix he wouldn't care. Could it be him?

"Whoa, there we can't have you fainting now can we." I looked up and sure enough. Those emerald eyes that face, that voice.

"Peter" I choked out

He put his hands on my cheeks and caressed them gently and he pulled me up to where our noses were touching, and said "I'm back, my little bird."