Not sure, where I'm going with this. And it is mostly based of the 2003 version.
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the characters.
Peter missed Wendy, and though he hated very much to admit it she had changed him.
He needed her. Peter Pan needed Wendy Moira Angela Darling. Neverland seemed so very empty without her.
It had been three incredibly long years since he had brought her back to grow up and it seemed each year she grew so did he. His body was no longer that of a prepubescent boy, he had grown into a young man and he hated it. He was never supposed to grow up, for heaven's sake he was Peter Pan!
When Peter made his promise to Wendy he meant it. He had gone back every night hoping to listen to Wendy's stories, but she no longer shared a room with her brothers.
Later in the week after he had returned her and the lost boys. The Darlings decided it was about time for their only daughter to grow up. Her new room was perfect and manicured, and very girly.
Nothing like the Wendy he knew, who bravely fought pirates and played mother to a group of rowdy boys. This room didn't fit his Wendy lady.
After a year or so she began locking her window, and to Peter that meant she was dead set on growing up and shutting him out. But on this night she had left her window open, most likely due to the warm summer weather.
Peter sat on her window sill, watching as she slept. She had grown taller as expected, but she wasn't yet an adult. Her body had recently began to develop soft curves that indicated she was becoming a young woman. An extremely beautiful young woman.
If only he could talk her into coming back to Neverland before she turned eighteen, adults weren't allowed in Neverland, but he was positive she would reject his offer.
Peter floated to the side of her bed, allowing his feet to silently touch the wooden floorboards. His fingers hovered over the corner of Wendy's lips that hid his thimble. He wanted to touch her but his hands were covered in dirt, and he had no wish to make her angry at him. That would only start a fight and that was not what he was there for.
He noticed that on a chain around her neck was his kiss, the one that had saved her life from Tootles arrow. It was growing old, but it was a sign she hadn't forgotten him.
In his joy he let out a loud whoop, effectively waking Wendy. He quickly slapped his hands over his mouth, though it was too late.
Her bright blue eyes blinking rapidly, as if unsure whether or not she was still asleep.
"Peter?" Her voice was soft and wondering. Her azure blue eyes watched him with an intensity he didn't, or rather couldn't, understand. "Is that you?"
"Yes, Wendy lady, it's me," He looked down at his feet suddenly aware of the layer of dirt coating them.
"Peter!" His eyes turned up just in time to see her copper brown locks enter his vision. Her thin arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "Oh how I've missed you! And you've grown!"
His arms instinctively circled her waist, as he rested his chin on her shoulder. She was quite a bit shorter than him, being very petite, and he had to lean down awkwardly to hug her.
Suddenly, she turned her face upwards to look at him. Her bright eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"What have I done to make you so sad?" Peter was frustrated, but not with Wendy. With himself, he always seemed to make her cry.
"I'm not sad," She smiled brightly to prove it. "I'm very happy!"
He wiped away her tears with his thumb. "Then why are you crying?"
"I know you will leave again soon," She pulled away, and let her arms drop back to her sides.
He struck his old pose, resting his hands on his hips and jutting his chin out. "Come with me!"
"You know I can't Peter," She sighed and sat heavily on her bed.
Peter deflated, his normally bright eyes growing dull. "Why not Wendy?"
He was mocking her, though he didn't mean to. It was just his childish way of dealing with all things unpleasant, they both knew it. But knowing didn't stop Wendy from growing angry.
So much for not starting a fight, He inwardly sighed.
Wendy stood jabbing her finger into his chest, "Because I have to grow up!"
He narrowed his hazel eyes, "Why?"
"Because..." She looked at her bare feet. "because I just have to!"
He pouted slightly, "But there are new lost boys, and they could use a mother to tell them stories and repair ripped clothes."
"Then find someone else willing to play make believe!" She was trying hard not to shout, but Peter seemed to bring out this part of her. "I have to stay here and get married and have children!"
"You could marry me!" He took her hand in his and pulled her towards the window. "And the lost boys could be your kids!"
"Grow up, and stop acting like a child!" He immediately dropped her hand as if burnt by her words.
"No!" He began to shout, ignoring her attempts to shush him. "I will not and you or anybody else can't make me!"
"Please, Peter be quiet!" She begged, walking towards him. "You'll wake the entire household!"
"There was a time when you didn't want to either!" He sounded angry, but his eyes were beginning to fill with tears. He vigorously wiped at them with his forearm.
"Oh Peter," She reached out for his hand, but he jerked out of her reach.
"Fine just grow up and replace me just like Hook said you would!" His voice cracked, and tears spilled down his face despite his early efforts to stop them. "Get married and have a stupid husband!"
He flew from the window, leaving Wendy with tear filled eyes.
"I could never replace you." Wendy sat on her windowsill, wishing she could follow him. But you see over the years she had forgotten how to fly, just as she had forgotten much of Neverland.
Only Peter had stayed in her mind over the years, him and their thimble.