Lingering near the foot of the canopy bed, slightly trembling fingers ran over the wood; smooth and somewhat battered from years of use. Leaning against the bed post, the smell of furniture varnish reached his nose and comforted him. This room had always been there for him, and he never expected how it could have changed his life.

Steve moved to a small footstool and eased himself on it. A soft breath left his lips as the stool groaned slightly beneath him. Gently, he brushed his fingers over the wood, comforting it. He was surprised it had last this long. When he'd returned after a long absence, Steve had discovered there'd been a war. Most of the house had been burned in a bombing. Certain things, like the footstool, had survived. He'd been grateful too for it meant a lot to him.

With squinting eyes, he looked up to the images on the wall. Pictures consisting of pirate ships, mermaids, fairies, and islands filled the border at the top. His shoulders slumped slightly as a smile lined his lips. If every child knew the possibilities that existed in the world, perhaps it would be a better place with more laughter and less tears.

The smile reached his eyes when his gaze settled on a picture of a small girl in a blue dress. Her beautiful brown hair was spun into magnificent curls that he remembered vividly. It was something he would never forget no matter how long he was forced to live.

Steve's head lowered into his hands as his eyes closed. He'd always admired the girl, from the very moment he'd first laid on eyes on her in that very room. For some reason, she'd captivated him like no other. Her gentle smile and bright eyes pulled on strings he had never felt tugged on prior. She'd been the one that changed him from a cocky little boy into the man he was now. Even after all was said and done, she was still changing him.

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Shoulders slumped and he huffed a sigh. Again, he was trying to catch that darn shadow.

"Hello, boy," said a soft voice from behind.

He found for a moment his limbs couldn't move. The feeling was odd—as if he'd become stiff as stone. In the next second, he'd risen up off the floor and spun around.

Two wide eyes peered at him from a bed across the room. Brown hair was curled around her curious face. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" His brow quirked slightly as he glanced to the border around the room. "You mean to tell me you don't know?"

She shook her head.

"I would have thought it was fairly obvious." His hands curled into little balls and he placed them on his waist.

She hesitated a moment and glanced up to the border on the wall before rising from her bed. "You couldn't possibly be him, for he is a fairy tale. Now tell me, boy. How did you get in and why are you here?"

He half considered arguing with her on the point of his existence, but decided against it. "I flew in through the window. I'm looking for my shadow."

"Oh!" Her eyes grew wide before she dashed to a drawer. Pulling it open, a shadow darted out and bolted against the walls.

He rose into the air and chased the dark form around the room, finally grabbing it and holding on tight. "Got you!" He began trying to stick it on his foot.

"That will never work." The girl rummaged in the drawer before bringing over a needle and thread. "Take a seat."

Clutching the shadow, he settled onto a foot stool. "What are you going to do?"

The girl grabbed the foot of the shadow as well as the sole of his shoe and began sewing them together. "I'm attaching it, you silly boy."

He studied her soft features and brown hair. How was it he had never come across her before? This certainly wasn't his first trip to Earth. His eyes dropped to where her fingers worked the shadow onto his shoe in neat little stitches. How was it she was so skilled at that?

"Where are you from?"

He blinked before taking a breath. "Neverland, of course."

She tied the string and pulled off the excess. "Where's that?"

He rose from the stool and danced around the bedroom, watching his shadow mimic his actions. "Second star to the right, straight on til morning."

"Either you're joking or you must have gone mad." She shook her head, returning the thread and needle to the drawer. "Or perhaps I'm dreaming…"

His brow quirked. Neverland wasn't a joke. It was his home. How could she not understand? She saw him flying, didn't she? She wasn't blind. And clearly she wasn't dreaming; he certainly felt real enough.

A soft tinkling caught his attention. He looked toward the open window as a little, glowing light entered the place. It paused and glanced around before rushing to his side. After a few harsh bell-like sounds, he laughed.

"Sorry, Tink. I should have slowed down, but I just needed my shadow back."

The fairy rang again, this time turning a slight shade of red as well.

"Oh, you'll get over it." He turned to the brown haired girl as an idea popped into his head. "What if I showed you Neverland?"

He heard the harsh jingling protest, but ignored it.

"Go to… Neverland?" the girl asked.

He held out his hand. "You'll have so much fun."

The girl hesitated before taking his hand. "All right. I'll give it a try."

Hello lovelies!

This was inspired by the Peter Pan fairy tales as well as Hook.

This drabble-ish-sorta fic is for the lovely Bananas McGee! Also known as Wendy Brune.

It will be updated several times over the next week. I know this might seem a bit out there, but I really hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to click the follow button! And please let me know what you think!

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