Never Ever

by Butterfly Dreamer767

When he flew away that night, he took her heart with him. Years later, Wendy Darling has accepted the fact that Peter Pan will always be a characterin a children's bedtime story. After all, London is no place for fairytales. But the past has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.

A/N: I do not own anything but my own ideas, which is mainly what this chapter is.

London, 1925

The streets of London were surprisingly quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Only a few people had decided to brave the rain in order to get their shopping and errands done. As the rain fell harder, the steps of the pedestrians grew faster and more frenzied. People dashed to the nearest taxi or doorstep in an effort to stay as dry as they could. Their efforts seemed to be in vain, as the rain continued to smack across the pavement, washing away the dirt and grime.

A young man had been watching this scene with indifferent interest. He had been to London many times, but did not care for the city. It was too grey, too brick, too unnatural. He much preferred the unaltered land of the countryside where the only builder had been God. He only came into the city when he absolutely had to.

"Here we are!" The storeowner exclaimed, jarring the young man out of his thoughts. She held what he had come for in his hands. "This was the last copy! I had to dig through stacks and stacks of books, but I found it!"

He took the book from the woman and looked at the cover. Yes. Here it was. His mother would be pleased he had found it, as she had been friends with the author.

"You know, ever since he passed away, people can't seem to get enough of his books! He was truly a great author." The women said.

"He passed away?" The young man's head shot up.

"Oh yes, many years ago. They were lucky to find his manuscripts." The women responded. "Although, some say that the story was never really finished."

The young man paid for the book. He turned to leave, but stopped before he reached the door. "It wasn't finished. Not yet. See, the author had not been told the whole story."

"You sound as if you already know the story."

"Oh, I know it very well."

"Then why are you buying the book?"

"The author was a friend of my mother's." The young man hesitated for a moment. "And if I am going to set the story straight, I need to know what I am working with."