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You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming?

That's where I'll always love you... Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting…

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Chapter One

The hazy sunlight filtered around the silhouette of her tiny frame, and enclosed around it, dissolving her body into nothingness. The only proof of the event was the remains of tiny golden particles joyfully dancing and twinkling down towards the statue's arm. A statue Mr Banning deeply recognised, like an old photo, or a distant memory.

Tinkerbell couldn't escape the emptiness of Neverland once more. The life had once again left this place, the soul, gone. Peter had departed once more, and her attempt at making him stay was initially relieving, but now made her feel even more alone and neglected than ever. The Lost Boys appeared tired and quite contrasted to their usual playful selves that ran and jumped along yesterday. They scratched heads, sat cross-legged, lay asleep with solemn faces, even the small twinkling arrival of Tinkerbell raised few eyes to the dying atmosphere. Thud Butt slowly lifted himself onto his feet.

"Is he coming back?"

"Has Peter ever let us down? He'll be here when he needs to be"

"But he'll get old…older. He'll forget us."

Tink didn't reply. She drifted onto a tree branch and slumped down. She didn't know if he'd remember. She didn't know. It seemed as though love could only be stretched so far before it was turned into a feeling of rejection. Tinkerbell had been so protective of Peter, she'd been a mother to him, a friend, and watched him grow into her perfected idea of a partner, courageous, daring, and optimistic. She'd watched his affections grow for Wendy, and for Moira, and felt awful for trying to corrupt his path. Tinkerbell felt like an old toy to a growing child. From the glowing eyes started to flow small dainty tears. Her head fell into her hands, and from her sobs, Tinkerbell fell into sleep.

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Peter Banning knew his identity, a lost thought recollected from the back of his mind. He had earned trust and love from his children, vowing to be there for them while they still dearly needed their parents in innocent childhood. Peter had also remembered why he had left Neverland, and how in his growing up, he had lost his reasons. To be the father he never knew would have been an awfully grand adventure, and it had been. Peter had rediscovered flight, his skill with a sword, his newfound confidence (or rather amusing arrogance), yet felt there was still things he had not discovered. There were things that were still clouded about his memories of Neverland, but for now, things were back to normal.

It was a glorious sunny day in London, reflecting a light warm orange colour off the snow that covered the city. Wendy Darling was awoken by a slow creak as the bedroom door opened.

"Peter? Why hello, good morning my boy"

"Wendy...I, I.."

Questions needed to be questioned and only Wendy had the answers. Wendy smiled sweetly as she raised her frail body into a comfortable position to converse with her son-in-law. She had once loved the young boy that never grew up, but that itself stopped any form of relations between the two, she wanted life, and he, childhood. Peter had an attraction to the family line; he befriended her father many years before her, and now was the husband to her daughter, and the father of her grandchildren. Peter's disturbed, anxious expression seemed to ask how she knew all along, after so many years. Wendy knew.

"Because Peter, the people you meet never forget you. Nobody that meets Peter Pan forgets. You must remember that what you want isn't always good for you. Peter, you had a family, a life, happiness. For the life of me I cannot understand how you thought the thought of growing up would match the reality. I'll always see Peter Pan as the young boy with a cheeky smile, beautiful muddy blonde hair and bright shiny blue eyes. When I saw the boy who never grew up, grow up, I never saw Peter Pan again, I saw something ordinary, normal, everything that you were not."

Wendy closed her eyes and smiled. She could see him; covered in old leaves and dirty green tights, young wispy hair and a bright face. His blonde hair washed over his eyebrows, and curled around his ears. His eyes shone, and his milk teeth reflected the morning sun in a cheeky grin.

"I don't understand."

"Peter, you're needed. It's up to you to find out where. You've grown, but you're not gone. You have a choice again, to be a man for a generation, or to be eternal."

Behind her closed eyes, Wendy Darling seemed to see the boy swim over to the window in mid-air, and open it. He beckoned her over with a wink, and she followed. She remembered Peter Pan, she never forgot. The smile stayed as her head crooked over her shoulder, her body falling into the comfort of the pillows.

"Wendy? Wendy! WENDY!"

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First Chapter is DONE hope you've enjoyed it, there's still plenty more to come.

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