A different story to Peter Pan.

James Peter Panning Jr. was the son of a rich businessman, James Rupert Panning. He was the most intelligent and handsome boy his age. All his life, James's father had pressured him to be the best; he never cared for James's childhood and so James had always felt like he was rushed to grow up. His mother died when he was young so that led his to grow up with the harshness of this father. When James was 17, his dad had planned is life already. Where he would work, who he would marry...James hated it. He hated his father and his life. Till one night a pixie appeared at his window. She told him her name was Tinkerbell and she lived in a place called Neverland; where you would never grow old and you could have fun always. This place sounded like a dream to James, he begged Tinkerbell to take him with her. He knew that once he turned 18, he would be a man and would be forced to grow up and live the life that his father planned for him. Tinkerbell had agreed to take him back with her and so that night, he left his miserable life behind and started his new one.

Tinkerbell taught him how to fly, fight, to live freely and happily. He learned all about Neverland; he made friends with the Indians, and enemies with the old pirates.

James Peter Panning had changed his name to Peter Pan so that he could forget the life that he left. But something had been missing in Peter Pan's life, he thought that maybe some more company would be better. All thought Tinkerbell had been his best friend, Peter wanted to help other boys like him who never wanted to grow up. So He went off with Tink to get boys. After bringing back the children, Peter decided to name them the lost boys and they would be his family. He finally got to live out the childhood he never had and he soon forgot his father and the people and life he once knew.

Years later, Peter realized that something was needed. The lost boys would tell him about their mothers, how they told them stories, loved them and made their father happy. Peter thought that he could find the lost boys a mother and bring her back to Neverland. So off he went with Tinkerbell and he searched for a long time, but there had never been a perfect mother for the boys. They had all been boring and old and their stories were never good. Until one night when he had flown by an open window. Peter heard swords clanking together, laughter and yells. He stopped to see what was happening, hiding by the window.

He saw a young boy, around 10 years old and a little boy about 6. They had been fighting in their pajamas while a girl was yelling out to them as she stood on a bed. The girl was Beautiful. She had long, wavy brown hair and large round eyes that yearned for adventure (Peter could tell). She was telling a story to them, about pirates. Peter listened in intently and was pleased with that he heard. Tinkerbell had sat on Peter's shoulder and whispered in his ear that this girl was the one. She was the mother.

"I'll wait until they fall asleep. Then I'll wake her and bring her back." Peter whispered back. Tink nodded and watched as the boys played and they all laughed. A couple minutes later, an older man bursted into the room. His voice was stern and his expression angry; it had reminded Peter of someone but but could not quite remember who.

"Why are you children screaming in here! I can barely think. This room is a mess and all of you should be in bed by now!" He walked over to the boys and grabbed the swords out of their hands. "To bed! Now!"

"But father we were only playing!" the older one said to him.

"Yes father, Wendy was only telling her stories." the little one said innocently.

"Stories? More nonsense?" He turned to the girl and pulled her down from the bed by pulling her hand. She had a sorrow look upon her face as her father spoke to her in a firm voice. "Wendy you are almost an adult. You must stop acting like a child! No more of these awful stories, no more of this unladylike behavior! I won't have it! Tonight is the last night in this room with your brothers, if I have to separate you I will! You must grow up sometime Wendy! For god's sake you will be married off soon!"

Peter Pan was angry, no one should be forced to grow up. He knew he HAD to take Wendy away or else she will grow up and wont be able to tell her stories anymore.

The boys had gasped and had started begging their father to let her stay. "Boys, do not fight with me. What I say is what must be done. Now all of you, go to bed. You mother and I will be back soon." After their father left the room the children got into their beds and began talking. Wendy assured them that everything was going to be okay. They were quiet when a woman walked into the room. She was beautiful, Wendy looked like a younger version of the woman. She walked over to each of the children and kissed them on the forehead.

Peter Pan waited until they all were asleep and flew into the room. He walked to Wendy's bed and looked at her, admiring her beauty. Peter smirked at Tinkerbell who began chiming, waking up Wendy.

Wendy's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, I had been woken up by the sound of small bells. I look around and see a figure near the end of my bed. I gasp and sit up in my bed, only then do I notice that it was a young man, my age. He was wearing strange clothes, nothing like the boys around here would wear. I stand up out of bed and and walk away, not knowing whether to scream or run.

"Wait. I won't hurt you." He said to me. I stopped and stared at him, trying to see his face better. He slowly walked towards me and I could he that he was very handsome, his hair was tousled, like he didn't brush it much.

"Who are you? What do you want." I asked him nervously. He smirked and put his hands to his hips.

"My name is Peter Pan." His voice was cool and confident. "I'm here to take you to Neverland."

"What? Neverland?"

"A place with Mermaids, Fairies, Pirates, Indians.." He said as he walked towards me. I didn't try to get away. I was interested in what he was talking about, something about him was drawing me to him. I was probably really stupid for doing this. "A place where you never grow up." His gaze pierced into me...This boy was quite intimidating and very strange. He was talking nonsense, and I didn't believe a word he was saying to me.

"That's impossible. Everyone has to grow up. Mermaids, Fairies, Pirates...they don't exist." I looked down, wishing that what he was saying WAS true...

Peter Pan took a stride towards me and grabbed my shoulders, startling me. "Don't say that!" He looked at me like I was crazy. Like I was the crazy one... "It's all real. And I can show you, I cant take you there." As much as I didn't want to resist, I took his hand off of me and stepped away for him. "You are insane...please leave."

Peter Pan let out a sigh and a look of disappointment spread across his face.

"Alright Tink, Lets go home." All of a sudden a bright yellow light had raced towards him. I then realized that it was a fairy! I gasped, my eyes widened. I could not believe what I was seeing.

"That's a...a...-" Peter grinned.

"A fairy." Was this a dream? I put a hand on my forehead and walked backwards to my bed. I sat down and looked at the fairy and then at Peter Pan. He walked over to me and got down on one knee.

"Wendy...come away with me...come away with me and never have to worry about growing up again." His voice was soft yet eager. I wanted to go, to be free, to go to this Neverland he talked about.

"I..." I looked into his deep blue eyes, they were full of adventure, something i had yearned for. Something I wanted and needed. "Come with you..." a wicked grin spread across his face.

"Yes. I'll take you to Neverland. You will be the mother to the Lost boys. You will tell us your stories...-"

"Mother?" I interrupted him. "Lost boys? Who are the lost boys?"

"Boys who I've saved from growing up. They need a mother and you would make a great one. Please say you'll come with me." Him begging for me to go with him made it harder for me to refuse. It didn't seem that awful, I wouldn't mind being a mother. It's what i would be forced to be anyways. Only with this I'll never have to grow up and I'll be in a magical place...nothing seemed better.

"And..." I looked over at my sleeping brothers. "John and Michael. Will they come too?"

"If that is what you wish..." I smiled at him.

"I'll go with you." he took my hand and pulled me up. Peter smiled and the fairy chimed as she flew over to wake my brothers.

"Peter?" He looked down at me and I then noticed how close he was to me. He made me nervous.

"Yes?" He said looking into my eyes.

"How do we...get to Neverland?" he smiled.

"We fly of course." He said it as if it were nothing. My brothers yelled for me, they were startled my the fairy and then they saw Peter Pan. I explained to then that we were going to Neverland. A place with Pirates, Indians, fairies, mermaids. A place where we wouldn't have to grow up. They were incredibly excited to go, they jumping out of bed and Peter stood in front of us. " Now. We will have to fly. Neverland is Second star to the right and straight on till morning."

"How do we fly?" I asked him.

"Well...you think of a wonderful thought."

"Any happy thought?" John asked.

"Yes." He looked at the fairy. "oh and we will need some pixie dust." as he said this, she flew over John and Michael, they slowly started to lift off the ground and shout in amazement. I could barely believe my eyes. I couldn't stop looking at my floating brothers, flying all around the room. I laughed and looked back in front of me again, only to see Peter Pan a few inches away. He took one of my hands in his, his hand rough and dirty.

"Are you ready, Wendy?" I had wondered how he knew my name but I didn't care much. Peter Pan was here to save me, he was hero, my savior. I nodded my head as he held out his other hand and blew the dust on me. I didn't feeling much of a difference. Peter was still in front of me and he still held my hand. But then I looked down and saw that we were floating. I laughed and looked around, this felt so unreal. I might as well be dreaming. Peter Pan flew with me out of the window, John and Michael following. Peter yelled for them to stay close so john latched onto my ankle and Michael latched onto John's. We flew through London, over looking the city we were leaving behind.

We now were off to Neverland.

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