First time writing a fanfic! I hope I didn't mess up too much. Anyway, I was inspired by Coldplay's song "Clocks" to write this as I imagined the things that could've (and should've!) happened to Peter and Wendy. I wanted to see how my imaginations go as I write;) Will lead to romance but nothing sappy, I promise. So, this chapter will be kind of like a prologue to give an idea of the setting I was thinking about. Again, I'm a first timer and writing is something that I want to improve on, so please R&R!

Days turn to months, and months turn to years.

And in this particular city where buildings huddled close in the crisp night air, a girl lay awake in her bed.

She had elegant light brown curls and clear blue eyes that glistened with the moonlight shining in through her bedroom window. As she continued staring out into London, she spotted the two familiar brilliant stars that had intrigued her.

The girl had not been able to sleep well. Many things were on her mind that night.

In fact, she had only recently gotten her own bedroom. The nursery she shared with her two younger brothers was deemed inappropriate for a young lady of her age.

She could not help but wonder if her decision to grow up so early was the best one. Her father had, one breakfast, suddenly declared that she was too old to be staying in the nursery with her brothers. Of course, she knew that it would be done sooner or later; after all, she was turning sixteen in a few weeks. But she wished she could delay the change.

Once, she had thought that growing up would mean that she was old enough to find her own adventures and to work hard to fulfill her dreams. However, she found that attending parties and social events applied more to the life of an adult, besides the monotonous jobs they had. Most of the adults she knew did not care for thrilling voyages or exciting careers. They strived to mingle with the elite and maintain good social status, always trying to win the favor of people from the upper class. Or maybe this is about marriage, she thought. Indeed most of the people she had seen attend these gatherings were young women of her age and older. Her mother had frequently taken her to these events with the urge of her aunt Millicent, who believed that she would learn much more about being a proper lady and stand out from other girls if she was introduced into the society earlier.

"But why is it so important for me to stand out, mother?" She had asked on her third garden party.

"You will understand in due course, my dear. Personally, I think it is a little too early to have you experience all this, but your Aunt Millicent think it is a good idea."

"It is a wonderful idea." Her aunt had showed up then. "Wendy, sweetheart, you will be thankful to your mother and I one day when you find yourself a good husband."

"Husband?" The young girl repeated in surprise.

"Oh come now, it is never too early to think about your future. We simply want the best for you, don't we, Mary?"

"Yes, I do suppose. George seems to think this also." Wendy's mother looked slightly hesitant yet had no choice but to entertain her husband's sister.

Wendy did not enjoy the gatherings she had been attending, but she knew her aunt too well to decline her invitations.

Aunt Millicent will have her way even if I said no.

As she sighed, her thoughts came to an unexpected recollection of her days of storytelling, sword fighting, and flying around with her brothers and…and Peter Pan. These days her memories of him and Neverland were becoming hazier than ever. She could no longer remember the details here and there, such as Tinkerbell's sound and even Hook's face. Peter was also slowly fading away from her life. She knows his figure well, but had trouble picturing him in detail. His face was a constant blur now, and their adventures, an unreliable tangle of mixed memories. One thing she was certain to never forget though was the feelings she had when she first encountered the amusing boy. As if it was yesterday, she could clearly remember how Peter lost his shadow in their house and later taught them to fly. Strange how everything that had happened in London was so transparent because her time in Neverland now felt like nothing more than a dream. It was very frustrating, to say the least.

Wendy was quite sure that John and Michael had also forgotten most of their time in Neverland for they sometimes had trouble comprehending what their adopted brothers, and cousin, were talking about when they relived their adventures during dinner.

However, in the recent year, the lost boys were also missing pieces in their stories. They had trouble recalling the parts they had easily remembered only months before. And now, all of them doubted that Peter even existed. John and Michael's convincing them that it was just Wendy's favorite bedtime story did not help.

All alone in the dark bedroom with thoughts swirling in her head, Wendy suddenly felt very lonely.

She never stopped thinking about Peter, especially whenever she looked out of tall windows into the night. But now, it was getting more difficult to keep herself from forgetting the boy who could fly.

I miss him. She thought.

I miss the way he smiled before leading us all into a dangerous adventure, I miss the mess of blond curls on his head, and I miss the fun we all had when we played father and mother…

And then there was his promise. Wendy knew she should have disregarded Peter's words the night they parted ways, but deep down she had realized that she would always be waiting for him, even when her senses told her to stop hoping.

But she shrugged the feeling off, as always, and blamed her strange thoughts about Peter on the yearning for another chance to be younger. Of course, it was ironic, she thought, because she was young. But then again, the memory of her and Peter in Neverland never ceased to replay itself in her mind. Disturbed as she was about this, Wendy was always quite happy and often times found herself unconsciously smiling to the imagination of the boy's voice.

Her friends at school were asking her who she was thinking about, but she merely replied that it was their pet dog, Nana, who pulled stunts around their house.

Now feeling a little more miserable than before, Wendy decided to sleep away her troubled thoughts. But what she failed to notice that night, and on many other previous nights, was a faint glimmer of golden light outside her window.

To be continued...