Alright, so I wasn't really sure if I should put this on FanFic or FictionPress since it's not really based on any of the books or movies or whatever. It's my own characters and my own versions of Neverland, Peter, Hook and such. But obviously I decided FanFic was the best idea.
Kay, so I'll just say a little bit about the story here before we move on. First off, this is just something that I'm doing in my spare time, I will post chapters when they are finished to my liking. I apologize in advance for possible gaps between posts, but summer is coming up which gives me lots of time to write. Goodie!
Anyway, secondly, the only characters right now that I'm using from the original stories are Peter, Hook and Smee. I've got my own heroine, lost boys, pirates and natives. There will be mention of other characters like Wendy and Tiger Lily, but they will most likely not be appearing.

I think that's it... anything else I need to say I can just put at the beggining of other chapters. Well, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Peter, Hook, Neverland or any other of Mr. J. M. Barrie's wonderful creations. I do claim Miss Rena Darling, my lovely lost boys and any other characters I make up for this.

Chapter 1: Must Be Dreaming

I never really cared for fairy tales. I was the perfect candidate for one, but I knew deep in my heart that nothing in those stories would ever happen to me. So I left those stories to the other kids. I guess I really grew out of them at a young age.

I was an orphan; at least that's what I'd been told. I'd been left on the doorstep of St. Peter's Orphanage as a baby and no one knew who my parents were or what had happened to them. I was only left with my name. But to me it was better that way. I mean, if I had known them and lost them it would be different, but the people at the orphanage were the only family I'd ever known so it wasn't so bad.

I lived on the top floor in one of the larger rooms, which I had to myself. I was the oldest of all the children there, I'd been there for 17 years, and I pulled my own weight around the orphanage, so the lady who owned it felt it was only fair for me to get that room. I think she thought of the orphans as her children while they lived there. But every child had to grow up at some point.

I hopped out of the shower that night after about 10 minutes. The other kids had used up most of the hot water. I sighed, wrapping my body up in a towel, slipping into some clean underwear and placing a clip strategically on the towel so it wouldn't fall off.

Suddenly I heard a crash from my room. It was late; I didn't think anyone else heard it. I wondered who would be in my room at this hour.

The bathroom had two doors, one that lead out into the hallway and one leading to my room. I opened the door to my room slightly and heard a voice.

"Stupid shadow, you're really getting to be a pain in my ass. You don't even know where you've brought me do you."

I opened the door wider and walked into the room to find a boy with messy russet hair sitting on my window ledge. I stared at his shadow which was displayed against the wall beside me. Though he was sitting still the shadow was standing straight and pointing at me ecstatically.

The boy looked at me. "Oh, hello there." He hopped off the ledge, yet his shadow remained in the same spot.

I must be dreaming…

"Your shadow…" was all I could manage to get out in response.

"Yeah, it tends to wander off on me. I was trying to get it back when it brought me here." He said as it moved over to me, still pointing with a sense of urgency. "It seems to be pretty fixated on you. What's your name?"

"R-Rena Darling."

"Darling?" The shadow did a few flips as he spoke my name then returned to the boy's feet. "Do you know Wendy?"

"Wendy? As in Wendy Darling from the Peter Pan stories?"

"Yes."

"She's just a fictional character. She's not real."

"So I must not be real either than right?"

"You expect me to believe you're Peter Pan?"

He nodded. "The one and only."

"Prove it."

"The whole shadow thing wasn't enough for you?"

"Nope."

He shrugged. "Alright." He jumped closer to me and grabbed my hand.

He dragged me over to the window and jumped out, pulling me out with him. I screamed as we fell out the third floor window. He laughed as he swooped up just before we hit the ground. He flew up and landed gently on the roof with a smile plastered onto his face. I fell to my knees, still holding onto his hand with a deathly tight grip.

He knelt down next to me. "You okay?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah…"

He smirked. "Good." He then scooped me up into his arms and took off again.

I screamed once again and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck.

He chuckled "What are you afraid of heights or something?"

I nodded, closing my eyes tightly and burying my face in his neck. His sweet scent quickly filled my nose; he smelled like flowers and coconut. The wind blew over us and I shivered, suddenly remembering that I was only wearing underwear and a towel as a dress over top.

I felt my face turn red as I looked up at him. "Hey, can you take me back now?"

He laughed. "You really don't like flying?"

"Not that, it's just that umm… I'm not exactly dressed for it."

He looked down at me and got an awkward look on his face as his cheeks appeared to flush. "Oh, right, sorry."

Within a few seconds my feet were back on the floor of my room. I ran to my dresser and grabbed my pyjamas from one of the drawers.

"Sorry again, about taking you out like that." He rubbed the back of his head.

I glanced back at him. "It's okay. Luckily I'm wearing something under this." I pulled lightly at the towel.

I walked towards the bathroom and looked back at him. "Will you wait here?"

He simply nodded before I entered the bathroom and got dressed in black pyjama pants and a green tank top.

I really must be dreaming. That's the only explanation for this. Well, might as well make the most of it…

I walked back out and looked over at him as he sat on the window ledge again.

"So, you're really Peter Pan…"

He floated into the air and over to me. "Really."

"You look kind of old to be Peter Pan."

He frowned. "Well sorry if you like younger guys toots, but this is what you get."

I rolled my eyes. "In all the stories Peter is like 10 or something."

"Well maybe I got tired of being a 12 year old. 5 years here didn't seem like much when I spend decades in Never-land. Being 17 has lots of perks." He smirked.

"Oh yes, I bet all the ladies love the Peter Pan story. You take them all out on little flight around London like that?"

He shook his head. "Of course not; I would never let them know the stories are true. I'd be taken away and examined or something. I'm only telling you all this because you're a Darling."

"You really think I've got anything to do with Wendy?"

"Well you've got her last name."

"Coincidence."

"My shadow led me straight to you."

"Another coincidence."

"You're very stubborn aren't you?"

"And you're very crazy."

"Why can't you believe it?"

"Even if I was Wendy's great, great, great granddaughter or something, I wouldn't have her original last name genius."

"You would if you were John or Michael's great granddaughter."

"What does it even matter?"

He shrugged. "It doesn't really. But you believe me about Never-land and all that right? I mean, how can you deny I'm Peter Pan?"

"Like this. You aren't Peter Pan."

"You're just being difficult now."

"Damn straight."

He frowned, then thought for a moment and smiled at me.

"What're you thinking?"

"Nothing." He stepped closer to me. "But I'd close your eyes if I were you."

"Wha-" He scooped me up into his arms again and took off out the window.

"Peter!" I cried out over the whistling wind.

He stopped above the city and looked at me. He sighed as I clung to him tightly. He flew slowly over to the clock tower and landed on a sort of walk way above the clock, slowly setting me down as we stopped flying.

"Are you really that scared?"

I nodded. "Yes, we're like 50 feet up off the ground."

"What are you afraid of exactly?"

"Falling and dying."

He stepped forwards and took my hands in his. "You're safe with me." I looked up into his bright blue eyes. "I won't let you fall. Trust me."

I stared at him for a moment then nodded. "Okay…"

He smiled and pulled me into his arms. Placing one arm under my knees, he lifted me up and left his other arm around my waist to hold me close to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck again as he slowly floated upwards.

"Ready?"

I nodded and buried my face in his neck again as he took off into the night.

"Hang on. Second star on the right and straight on till morning." He laughed.

"I must be dreaming…"

So... feedback? Hope you liked it. Keep in mind that this is just something I'm writing for fun in between my hardcore-spending-hours-editting stories. Anyway, thanks for reading!