I do not own Peter Pan or its characters affiliated with the franchise. Based off of the 2003 film.

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"That boy isn't coming for you, silly girl."

She continued to run through the forest, her bare feet getting scratched and pinned by various rocks and pine needles. Her long, brown curls swayed vastly as she ran as fast as she could, trying to get away from the man that wanted her as bait.

Or, maybe he just wanted to kill her so there would be suffering right in front him when the bait showed up.

Would he show up?

She had been silently pleading for him to show up somewhere for the last five minutes and there had been no sign of him so far. She began to think that he had forgotten all about her and the adventures they had shared so long ago.

A large tree trunk broke her run as she fell, unexpectedly rolling down a slight slope in the ground. She grunted as her head continued to hit the ground as she rolled over before coming to a stop on her back, staring up at the dark sky that held many twinkling stars. She heard a twig snap and looked over, gasping when she saw the gentleman before her, smirking.

"You should know that I always win."

She shook her head, refusing to give up on hope that she would be rescued. "You're wrong. He'll be here."

"Oh, really?" He began to pace around her as she attempted to stand up, wincing as she felt a sharp pain in her foot.

He watched her, amused. "Last time I had captured you and your little friends, it took only three minutes for him to show up and try to destroy me. And, so far it has been at least eight minutes."

"He will show up. I know it. He would never let me die like this." Even when she said it, her heart continued to dissipate when it came to believing that very statement.

"From the tone of your voice, it sounds as if you don't really believe your own words." He chuckled a bit before stroking his weapon, watching as it gleamed under the moonlight.

She watched him and gulped, knowing her death was soon to come. She took one last glance at the stars, pleading for her rescuer to fly down and save her. He would take her away to the hideout and everything would be okay.

As her tragedy was about to come upon her, her miracle finally arrived out of the brush. The boy rushed towards her and knelt down, looking her over for any injuries. He glanced at her foot and noticed a broken spear was lodged into it. He carefully removed it, wincing as he heard her slight cry of pain.

"So Peter Pan finally arrives."

Peter stood up and glared at Captain James Hook, who held his smirk. The smirk suddenly went away when both he and Wendy noticed his much different appearance. Instead of being a boy, he was now a young man. He was no longer the boy with the baby face and thin body. He was now muscular and taller with a much stronger stature.

"Peter," whispered Wendy, shocked at his appearance. What had happened to the boy that wasn't supposed to grow up?

"You're supposed to be dead in that crocodile's belly," said Peter, using his much deeper voice.

"And, you're supposed to be a boy. Looks like somebody chose to grow up," smirked Captain Hook.

"I didn't choose to grow up." He glanced at Wendy before looking back at Hook. "It happened for many reasons."

Hook looked between Wendy and Peter before coming to the obvious realization of why this had happened to his longtime enemy. "You've fallen in love with her."

Wendy gasped softly, blushing a bright crimson. Was it true? Had her love finally been reciprocated after all this time?

"Too bad she won't live long enough for you to share that love with her," he said, raising his hook high in the air.

Peter had no time to stop him before the hook came down and slashed Wendy's dress, causing a large scar to bleed on her side. She screamed in pain before a white flash filled her vision and the sound of Peter's cries filled her ears.

Wendy shot up in bed, immediately clutching her side. She lifted her gown and gasped, noticing the scar was plainly there for her to see. How could that be possible? She looked over at the cuckoo clock on the wall and noticed it was only three in the morning. She began to get out of bed, but nearly choked on her own cry when she stepped onto the floor. She picked up her foot and saw a slight scar that must have been from the broken spear.

What was going on? How could her injuries from her dream be this real?

She limped quietly down the hall and shut the door to the bathroom, wetting a cloth and placing it on her side. She winced at the slight sting and looked at herself in the mirror. She had gradually changed since those adventures.

Her brown hair had grown only slightly longer, reaching her waist in beautiful tendrils. She had been rid of her baby fat and was now molded into an eighteen year old woman with curves. Her face was more slim, no longer holding the laugh lines of the twelve year old she used to be.

Had it really been six years ago that she had had those adventures? Sometimes she would think it had all just been a dream, considering she hadn't seen Peter since he left her with the Lost Boys.

Thinking about her family, she began to realize how much had changed between everybody since then. John was attending Cambridge to study medicine, Michael had been transported to a boarding school so he would-as their parents said-grow up. The Lost Boys had become too much for the family to care for so they were all separated into different adoptions, including the twins.

Why had things taken such a wrong turn since Peter left? She had been forced to give up the fantasy of Peter Pan once her parents had heard quite enough. She had shut her mouth, although Michael continued to believe in the fantasy, wanting to fly out of the window and join the Indians once again. John had grown out of it naturally, knowing he had had his time to have an adventure. He concluded it was time to focus on reality and what was supposed to happen.

Wendy sighed and tossed the stained cloth onto the floor, shaking her head. "It was just a nightmare. Peter Pan was a one time adventure."

She limped out of the bathroom and into the nursery, which now only held her bed. She sat at the windowsill that continued to keep the doors open, letting the breeze blow right past her. She wondered what Peter would think if he found out that the windows were never barred. They were always kept open for him, in case he did want to return.

But, he hadn't returned. He had forgotten all about her.

"Maybe it's time for me to forget him," she whispered, looking away from the twinkling star on the right.

She rested her head on the ledge and shut her eyes, trying to forget the boy she had fallen for instead of wishing for his return.

In a matter of minutes, a stronger breeze flew through the window that sent leaves and sprinkles of stars flying into the bedroom. Wendy stirred when she felt a leaf land on her head. She sat up and furrowed her eyebrows, looking out the window. It still looked the same, although the star was no longer twinkling. She heard a slight rustle and turned around with a slight gasp.

She saw a tall shadow in the corner.

"Whoever you are, you better leave before I alert the authorities," she said, rushing over and drawing out a sword that she had kept from her adventures.

"Wendy, you're hurt."

Wendy glanced down at her gown that held an opening, showing her scar was still bleeding. She shook her head, continuing to point the sword at him. "How do you know my name? How did you get in here?"

"Through the window. You left it open for me," whispered the figure.

The realization began to come to her as she stepped a bit closer, though she didn't let go of the sword. "Come out into the moonlight. Let me see you."

Tentatively, the figure stepped forward and stepped into the moonlight. Wendy gasped as she saw who it was.

It was Peter.