Forever Neverland:
Wendy Darling sat at her window, like she did many nights, searching the stars for any sign of the boy named Peter Pan.
But he did not come.
With a sigh, she brushed off her nightdress and settled down in her bed.
"You won't forget about me, will you?"
"Me? Forget? Bah."
He turns to leave.
"Peter!"
"Yes?"
She squints against the darkness, his silhouette barely visible.
"You'll come back, won't you?"
"…To hear stories….about me!"
And then he is gone.
Peter? Forget? …About her?
She shook her head, banishing lingering doubts, falling into dream-filled slumber.
Peter Pan does not forget.
At least, not for long.
It's just…he's been a bit distracted lately.
There were his Lost Boys, Pirates to fight, Indians to dance with, Mermaids and Fairies and…all sorts of fun!
But one night, as Peter lay in his bed, he felt a tugging at his heart.
He ignored it, shifting position under the covers, but it went on, tug, tug, tug.
It grew uncomfortable…and soon, unbearable.
Tug, tug, tug.
His chest ached, and soon, he ached all over.
In his mind came a terrible racking, a pounding like a drum, inescapable…
"You won't forget about me, will you?"
A/N: And so, the story begins...or picks up where it left off.