I have been reading a lot of Pan fiction - or at least AdultWendy X Hook fiction *fans self with hand*.

I just wanted to write something angsty and this seemed like the perfect category (in my mind). So yes, it will read like a fourteen year old wrote it instead of someone in their twenties but y'know what? Its intentional so that makes it better, right? Probably not :')

Enjoy, if you will~

It was the third time in a year that the Darling children had attended a funeral. Now the three adult and teenage Darlings stood together but only because they knew they should. They stood as one staring down in to the pit that their dear old Aunt Millicent was now being lowered into. She would be joining their parents now.

Kind words and prayers of God fell on deaf ears and the children only knew when to give their flowers when the man of God himself threw his own for their last remaining relative. As soon as they began shovelling dirt on top of the coffin and the priest's words had stilled, the crowds dispersed and the two boys fled from the young woman they no longer enjoyed the company of.

Wendy watched them go, standing by her Aunt's grave. John blamed her and she could tell that Michael was conflicted. Tears welled in her eyes for maybe the hundredth time that day and she turned back to the working men sending her Aunt away.

She cried for the loss of her Mother and Father taken too soon during a robbery gone wrong, five months ago. She cried for the loss of her Aunt Millicent who had recently perished in a house fire. She cried for the loss of her family house. She cried for the loss of her brothers' love. She cried for all of her loss as she had nothing left.

The woman stayed long after they finished packing the dirt atop her Aunt. She stayed long after the sun had set. She needn't worry about her brothers as she knew they would be staying with one of the Lost Boys' adoptive families tonight. Oh, Slightly.

Slightly, who was so happy to finally have a mother and family at last, was a broken young man now. He couldn't look anyone in the eye ashamed of his tear stained cheeks no matter how many times he was told 'it was only natural'. He had not outright blamed her unlike John but he had held some of the skepticism when he spoke to her like Michael and so she knew it was still nagging at the back of his mind. She hated herself for all of this.

The young twenty-four year old finally rose sometime around eight o'clock, not a safe nor appropriate time for a lady like herself to be out and alone, walking the dark streets of London at night. Though she wasn't sure she cared what happened to her tonight… because what more could the world throw at her when she had lost almost everything else?

The continuous rain that had befallen London in last few weeks, had caused the mud in the cemetery to slide and sludge across the pavement. The trickling rivulets and streams between the cracks in the paving stones, along with the mud, made it difficult to walk across without paying attention. So of course the girl's legs slipped from under her, sending her whole form flying. She landed on her back with a deafening thud, her head smacking into the brick flooring and her vision going bleary for a few seconds.

When the static cleared from her once tinkling blue eyes she caught sight of the stars mocking her in the sky. Her eyes travelled across expertly finding one in particular. Just there, second to the right...and straight on 'til morning. Neverland.

What she wouldn't give to be back there now. To be back with Peter and Tink going on adventures every day and finding Lost Boys to look after and tell stories to. Pirates to fend off and Mermaids to share secrets with. Her vision now blurred from tears and she let out a wretched whimper as if it were too painful to keep in.

"Take me back," she sobbed quietly to herself and then stretched her hands up to the sky and shrieked, "PLEASE! TAKE ME BACK!" But nothing happened. She was just a young woman lying on the ground crying, with mud in her hair and a crazed look on her face. She rolled on to her side bringing her knees in and balling her fists against her tear stricken eyes. She sniffled, whispering aloud but still screaming within her heart, "... please…"

The woman wasn't sure how long she had been lying there crying quietly to herself cold and alone, but something broke through her sorrowful reverie. Bells. Not church bells but tiny quiet jingles. They were familiar and they reminded her of…

Wendy was up on her hunches in a flash, her eyes darting around the cemetery as her ears worked overtime to try and detect where it was coming from. She spun around and there was a fairy standing on the ground behind her looking up at her curiously. Her eyes widened and she held her breath scared it would vanish or flee.

It was a male fairy and he bowed when he realised he had her attention. She deftly nodded her head when he starred up at her expectantly. His long beautiful wings fluttered and his feet left the ground.

"Are you leaving?" she whispered and couldn't help the desperation that poured out of her.

The male fairy's eyebrows actually arched and he looked concerned for her. He gave her a sad smile and nodded. The sound of bells jingled again but she didn't understand his words, only that he had confirmed he was indeed leaving.

"Please don't… " Wendy was aware of how insane she sounded right now. Asking a fairy she had never met before to stay with her. Maybe she was insane just to be talking to a fairy at all. She inhaled to speak but no words came out. She bit her lip.

The male fairy crossed his arms and considered her for a moment. Then he flew close to her face and signalled for her to close her eyes with a demonstration.

"What are you…?" she trailed off as he shook his head with a gentle smile on his face and urged her to do the same with insistent jingles. "Okay, but please don't just leave me, alright?"

The young woman closed her eyes and a second later she felt something small and cold touch the centre of her forehead. Slowly an odd sensation moved across her skin crawling over every inch and embedding itself within her. It was chilly but in a way that reminded her of fresh air on a summer's day and it made her feel a sense of natural liveliness.

The touch left her face and she opened her eyes again. The fairy was still smiling at her and motioned for her to stand. She did so and he followed her up to remain level with her face. Then he rose higher and she panicked. But next confusion struck her as he beckoned her to follow him, that kind smile still apparent on his small face.

"How?" she breathed, feeling defeated without having begun.

With his pointer finger he lined his grinning lips and tapped his left temple.

Happy thoughts.

Did she even know how to have them anymore? Why did he want her to follow him? Was he taking her to… ? Had he heard her?

Her heart skipped a beat and she stuttered, fearing the excitement bubbling up inside of her, "Are we going...to Neverland?"

The left corner of his lips quirked and he bowed his head again. Yes.

Her heart soared for the first time in a long time and her feet left the ground immediately. She smiled finally and yet the tears came again.

She would soon be with Peter again and they would adventure together forever. Or so she thought.

I shall be honest. This will be infrequently updated. I'm having a troublesome time and will be a tad slow *laughs at the use of tad slow*

Patience is appreciated as are reviews which are helpful to improving upon skills ^_^

Thank you for reading!

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