Ok so I got inspired. I will still work on my other two stories...and I probably won't update this one as often...but I really wanted to write MY version of how Peter Pan should've ended and continued. SO HA. Here it goes (: hope you like!

Song for this chapter : Setting Sun by Eskimo Joe ( I heard this and realized it was PERFECT! ) GO listen to it. Now.

I can't wait for this no more,
My eyes have come undone
If my star will ever rise,
Let it be the only one

And if I see you waiting for the setting sun,
It will never come
And if it ever comes, you're forever young
You're forever young

People tell the story of Peter Pan and Wendy over and over again. The part they never mention is the pain. No one ever mentions the pain. A simple childrens fairy tale is no place for pain, no place for hurt. There's not time for the tears Wendy shed every night as she waited for her prince to come. There's no room to include the part where Wendy was left alone, imagining the great adventures Peter was on with other girls from all over the world. And there was no one to mention the doubt Wendy began to feel as the memories faded into dreams and no one in the world would believe her.

Still, if Wendy remembered anything, it was that last night. Another part the story tellers never show. What went on as she said good bye. But Wendy remembered. She would never forget. She could never forget.

"Peter please! Stay here with me! Don't leave, you don't have to stay young forever! Don't go, please just don't go." Wendy cried after Peter as he flew out the window.

He was gone. She knew. Wendy was smart enough to know that she would very likely never see him again. The tears came freely as she watched the place she had last seen Peter disappear into the night sky.

Suddenly, he was right there, crouching down in front of her tear stained face.

"Aw don't cry Wendy!" Peter exclaimed tilting her chin up towards him, "I never meant to hurt you..."

Wendy sniffed, "Peter...you should go now. Any longer...and...and it will just be too hard to say good bye."

Peter smiled a sad smile, very unlike his usual cocky grin, "Good bye Wendy. Don't you ever forget, when you're missing me just remember where I am." He placed her own hand on her heart,
"I know it's cheesy, but I'll always be right there. In you're heart. And you will always be in mine. I'll never forget you Wendy. Even if I live forever."

Wendy began to cry even harder, "I love you Peter." she said, knowing it was true even at her young age, knowing she would never truly love again.

Peter looked shocked, then replied, "I...I love you too Wendy." Then he gently kissed her cheek, and he was gone.

After that night, Wendy was never the same. She ate much less usual and lost a lot of weight. She withdrew from all her friendships and coldly turned down any and all advances by boys. For you see, Wendy was a very beautiful girl, but she was far more beautiful as a young lady. At the age of 16 she had already received 2 marriage proposals, both quickly shot down. Wendy was damaged. Wendy was broken. Wendy loved only one, the one she knew as Peter Pan.

Every night, Wendy waited by the window, watching the second start to the right. Waiting. Knowing, that no matter how long she waited, Peter was never coming back. But hoping, that somehow, by looking and waiting and watching and hoping that maybe he'd know how much she missed him. And he'd know that she was alright.

Soon Wendy could hear her parents arguing over the idea of putting her into a special home for mentally insane people. Her mother wouldn't hear it, but her father always wanted their options open. She could hear them fighting late at night and it hurt her even more to hear her parents fighting over her.

As for John and Michael, they knew why Wendy was so upset. They couldn't understand though, for they had never been in love. They didn't know what it was like to be hurt and left and seemingly forgotten by the person they loved. So while they knew, they didn't know.

So Wendy tried to hide it. With no friends, no food, and no joy, Wendy pretended that life was okay. She pretended like Peter didn't exist except in her imagination. She even began to believe it. However, she couldn't really believe the whole story she had created in her mind, for the big gaping whole left in her heart for so many years, was evidence enough. She knew, that if people could only see what your heart looked like on the outside then maybe they would believe her. Maybe they would understand why she was so lonely and so sad.

And then Wendy was 17 years old. She had completed all her schooling and decided to go to University. It was a University in the United States that allowed women to come. She applied and got in, and her father was more than ready to get her away and paid for the entire thing, plus some spending money. So Wendy went. She left on a boat and a short while later she was there. In the famed USA. In the place where dreams come true. The place where anything can happen.

Wendy took a train to the University and settled in to her dorm before deciding to go out about the town sightseeing and shopping and daydreaming and hoping and wishing and looking. For Wendy never gave up that hope that maybe Peter would find her somehow, come back for her.

You see, Wendy wasn't in any town. She was in New York City. And she was ready, for whatever came. She was still missing something in her heart, however she had a feeling about New York, a feeling like something amazing was going to happen.

Once she got out in the town she saw a small coffee shop on the corner and she decided to go inside.

"One small cup of tea with sugar please." Wendy asked the barista kindly.

Soon she was sitting at a table all alone watching people pass by, drinking her tea.

She drifted off into a daydream about Peter Pan as she did so often...

"Wendy!" Peter exclaimed holding her close as they flew through the sky together, "Wendy, Wendy, Wendy!"

"Wendy!" The voice was here now, and someone was tapping her shoulder.

No, no it couldn't be. Not...

No.

It can't.

I won't let myself think, not even a thought, not yet.

So Wendy turned around and was facing the bright green eyes she knew at once.

"Peter," she whispered the jumped up, throwing her arms around his neck and holding him close, "Oh Peter!"

Peter held on tight and spun her around shouting, "Wendy! Wendy I've found you, finally found you!"

They stayed in this embrace for quite some time, then Wendy pulled her face out of his shoulder to look at his face.

"Oh Peter." She sighed, content and whole at last.

He grinned that crooked grin of his back at her.

Then she noticed something, off.

"Peter, you've...you've grown up!"

"Only for you Wendy." He smiled down at her.

For it was Peter Pan, his eyes still sparkling green, his hair still a red mess, his smile still cocky yet beautiful, but he had grown up. His jaw line was less round and he was taller and more muscular, but wiry muscles that made him still look like Peter.

"Explain please!" Wendy demanded, confused as to why he was in New York and why he was grown.

"It is a long story, but one you deserve to hear. But first..." Peter leaned down and gently kissed Wendy on the lips, "I've been wanting to do that for five years."