Faith Trust and Pixie dust.

Wow, I've been having some serious case of writers block. AHHH! Anyway, enjoy and expect a lot of twists. And no I do NOT own Peter Pan, if I did; I would be incredibly rich and be making it A LOT better. Ok? And check out my profile for some more fanfics!

Eve sat by her windowsill, staring dreamily up at a star that was floating gently around in the big black blanket of sky, watching as it sometimes hid behind clouds and then suddenly reappeared again. Eve wasn't a popular girl; neither was she a shy girl. She stood up for herself when she needed to. But she couldn't make any friends. They didn't really talk about everything other than…the new apps on their phones, or what their favourite celebrities are doing. They never talked about anything interesting. She sighed. She didn't know who her parent's were; neither did she want to know. They had left her obviously because they didn't want her. Big deal. Move on. But being in care wasn't easy. She was picked on regularly for having black hair and being called a Goth. She was small and fragile but when she spoke it sounded as if sleigh bells were ringing. She was always blushing if she did something wrong and kept to herself. I don't need friends. She thought. But deep inside she knew she did.

But behind all the torment was a girl who wished more than anything to leave this world and escape in to another. So as she stared up at the almost starless sky, she wished with all her heart that she could go somewhere, ANYWARE than stay here.

Peter Pan sailed easily through the sky of London; of course he always visited London. (And every time he visited, he grew a little, he had grown now to the age of 13) not to see Wendy though. How could he face her? Hook was right. She would have a kid. A life...

A husband

His whole Body shook with a sudden sharp jerk as a clock filled with rage exploded inside him. It was then he felt himself sinking. Down and down and down, and no matter how much he tried to think happy thoughts he couldn't. Too many thoughts of Husband's and Wendy were dragging him down with ragged hands. No matter how hard he tried to break free of these thought's he couldn't. As tears plunged down his face, he heard the boom of big Ben as its bell rang loud and clears like the crack of a bullet. Echoing off of the lonely dark street's of London. And slowly, as he landed in an alleyway, he felt Sleep welcome him with welcoming arms.

DONG!

"I WAS NOT ALEEP!" Snarled Peter as the roar of Big Ben wrenched him from a dreamless sleep. He blinked in the glare of the moon, it was still night. His body felt attached to the alley wall and he dragged himself off of it. He staggered upwards; he couldn't remember why he had been sad. That was the thing with Peter. He could never stay sad. That's why the lost boys stayed by him, and Why the Mermaids gazed in admiration at him. He looked at big Ben, but he couldn't read the time. In Neverland you didn't have to.

He flew with half a heart through the streets of London. Not sure what he was looking for. No, he did. Hope. Open windows. Kid's staring hopefully out of window's, gazing up at a starless sky.

Then he came across Eve.

A girl with an Open window, who was staring hopefully up at a starless sky. That was Eve. She drew away from the window. Her eyes tired from scouring the skies for an endless longing of hope. And Peter watched as silent as an angel as she clambered in to bed in her blue pyjamas and white socks. He waited. Nervous…? No way! He was Peter Pan! Girl's loved him.

Fearlessly but carefully, he unlatched the lock and crept in. Pictures of dragon's and fairies and Pirate ship's were taped wonkily on wall's, doodle's of monster's, or just scribbles were taped everywhere. Among piles of notebook's. Ragged and some dusty and falling apart, with their pages ripped frayed from being regularly read... Filled to bursting with notes on nature and plant's. Book's on stars and science lay on the floor, some half open, some shut firmly. The darkness of the room made him clumsy, and he stepped on a Lego brick. He gave a sharp wail of pain and fell face first on the purple carpet. A sickly Pain filled his head and blurred his vision. He let a groan escape his lips, and a girl with black hair and curious hazel eyes towered above him. Her face a picture of rage. Not his best entrance.

She hauled him up, and slammed him up against the wall and snarled. "Who are you? Were you looking through my notes?" At first Peter didn't know what to say. He found himself stuttering; "N-No!" Slowly, with eyes filled with suspicion, she put him down. "So who the hell are you?" Peter felt defiance crawl up inside him. He put his hand on his hips and said; "I am Peter Pan!" there was a silence as the cool night air swirled round them. Peter waited for her to say something like; "Peter Pan? The one and only child?" or "Oh Peter! You came back!"

The girl didn't say anything, but her eyes were full of scorn. "Pff, as if! I'm not stupid, Peter Pan doesn't exist. You're just some creepy guy from school who's come to poke fun out of me. NOW GET OUT!" Peter backed away but didn't leave. "I will not leave! Because I AM Peter Pan!" and with that, with no effort at all, he lifted himself off of the ground with all the grace of a hummingbird. The girl slowly crept up to Peter. This boy, dressed in vines and scarlet leaves, didn't look like the boy in the Disney cartoons. He had ragged longish hair, which was dark honey blond and pale blue eyes. His feet and hand's grubby and his skin lightly tanned. And the weird thing was, she certainly wasn't fascinated by him. Or swept off her feet by him. In fact, he was everything she expected him to be. "I-is it really you?" Peter grinned. The one and only. "Oh…" There was admiration in her voice as she peered carefully at the strangely dressed boy with caution. She stared at his feet, longing to fly… But…wait a minute. "Ok, where's Tinkerbell?" Eve demanded Peter shrugged. "Probably with Fireflyer I can call her if you want." He had no idea if Tinkerbell was going to come, it would certainly be a miracle if she did. Alas she had fallen deeply in love with Fireflyer, and of course eventually stopped sending Peter kisses hugs and dreams. But he threw back his head and hollered; "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" with gusto. And as if by magic, a giant ball of light burst from the sky, like a ball kicked out of heaven. Followed directly by a blazing ball of fire.

Eve stood completely gobsmacked at the sight before her. Real Fairies! Not fake, as real as the stars in the sky. It was Peter Pan! She felt a rush of excitement as Slowly she reached out a hand to touch his cheek. Real. All real. "It is you…" she breathed. Dreading this was all a dream. Then the group heard a crunching sound, and they turned round to see Fireflyer nibbling on a pen lid. "What?" snapped the fairy indignantly. "I'm hungry ok?" Eve's head tried to catch up with the moments that had just happened, everything she was taught had suddenly been questioned by a boy…with two fairies that claimed to be Peter Pan…

"Well I have decided!" Peter Pan announced. He jabbed a grubby finger at Eve. "YOU! Are to be my new mother!" he grinned smugly. Almost as if he expected to be applauded. But Eve just stood there with her arms crossed. "I don't think so. I'm not like Wendy and I can't tell stories or anything. Or cook or clean or do anything really. She drooped a little. Her dark hair falling delicately round her face. Her paleness made her look strange. Peter felt a little wary. Wendy was Rosy cheeked and had bright blue eyes. This girl was pale and dark haired. He regretted his decision.

Clutching the windowsill, with the harsh winter wind tugging at her nightclothes, leaving Goosebumps crawling up her pale arms, Eve wondered why she was doing this. It was a crazy Idea, there was a fine line between Sanity and insanity, and she was standing on it. "Trust me." Eve didn't dare look round but she felt Peter's breath hot on her neck. Her head felt dizzy and she had her eyes squeezed shut. One more step and she would spiral downwards in to the hard cold wet pavement below. She felt sweat drip down her forehead and her mouth run dry. Her stomach tightened and she felt a warm breeze on her face. Should she? She dared to open her eyes, staring back in to Peter's sea blue abyss. Gold dust blurred her vision and she let out a trembling hand. He grabbed it. "Trust me, I won't let you fall. Just hold on."

He pulled her close and Eve could feel herself slowly rise off the ground, she felt her breath snatched away as a sense of hope, fear, and excitement pumped through her. She was flying. The cold winter breeze swept the sweat from her forehead and she slowly let go of Peter's hand. A sense of weightlessness filled her heart and her vision cleared. She was just centimetres from her windowsill; she couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her face. "I told you to trust me." Said Peter smugly. Eve could hardly breathe! Just minuets ago she was curled up in bed, dreading school the next day to suffer more torment. And just like that within a few minuets her life was completely transformed! A sparkling future of Eternal youth long summer days and adventure laid sprawled out in front of her. so off she flew, to Neverland. Where this trip would change her life forever.