This is a work in progress. I'm not quite sure if it's going in a very interesting direction. Feedback would be appreciated please. Also I have changed the Lost Boys names to fit a more modern telling of the story, as well as some of the main characters now have full names other than the ones previously known. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy :]

Prologue

The stars glittered in the dark, indigo sky. A boy fell from the clouds, ebbing closer to the tops of brick buildings and suddenly swooped back above the horizon of the city line. He hooted, passing the familiar colossal clock face of the London tower.

A breeze ruffled his hair into his eyes, a faint spark hidden behind their emerald sheen. He was almost to his destination. How happy she would be to see him, he thought. He did miss Wendy and the boys.

He approached the home of his friends, but paused. What if they didn't believe anymore? He scoffed. That's a silly thought. Of course, they still believed.

Pan descended to the sill of the window, and peered through the panes into the room. There was only one bed, where there once were three. The walls were painted a pale yellow; the decorations were that of a vintage sort. There were porcelain dolls in the cabinet, elaborately decorated embroidery, and antiques of highest value.

None of this meant anything to him. The only thing that interested him most was that no one was here. And there was no sign of them anywhere.

He hesitated before opening the window. His foot touched the floor and he slowly waltzed into the room searching for anything that would let him know of their whereabouts. Pan found a picture, sitting on the bedside table.

Gently he picked it up and examined it. An older woman was embracing a little girl with curly auburn hair, their eyes the same shade of cerulean blue and slight dimple in the left cheek. He couldn't mistake that smile, the smile that flushed his cheeks and urged his mind to grow up.

Peter swallowed and softly touched the picture. "Wendy, where did you go?"

The sound of footsteps resounded in the hallway, bringing him back. He placed the picture where he found it and raced for the window, closing the pane doors behind him. Pan hid against the wall, curiously listening to find information.

The door opened to middle-aged woman, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. She walked over to the picture he had just sat down. "Mother, what am I going to do? Lydia is all grown up now. She's becoming a woman already." She sniffed and sat on the bed. "It was just yesterday that you were telling her made-up stories of your adventures in Neverland. She always loved those tales. Sometimes I wish that she wouldn't grow up. That she would be like your beloved Peter Pan and be young forever. But I know that's a cruel fate; to never fall in love and marry."

Peter glanced around the brick ledge to see the woman. She wasn't Wendy either. And if what he heard was right, then that meant Wendy was gone. She had a family, and had grown up without him.

He felt his heart contract as it sank in. Peter's one hope of restoring the island vanished. What was he going to do now? His friends were gone, and they were the only ones that could help.

"She's off to college, mother. Lydia is chasing her own dream—" she breathed. Then she began to cry again, setting aside the picture and clutching her face with her hands.

The blonde haired boy slumped down the wall, sitting on the ledge of the window. He pondered for a moment. Then a thought crossed his mind. What if I find Lydia? What if she has enough belief to help me fix Neverland? He would have to search for her, at some place called 'college'. "What in the world is that? And where is that?"

Pan stared off into the horizon, watching the two sister stars glimmer. The right star was shining brighter, calling his name, reminding him of the reason he was here. The corners of his mouth lightly wrinkled when he smiled. He had a new plan.

"Dearest Wendy," he smiled mournfully, a single tear trickled down his cheek. I thought I was going to see you, again. I'm sorry it took so long to come back for you. He wiped the tear from his face, kicking off the wall and jetting through the air. "Lydia…Pan is coming for you."