Title- Come Away With Me

Rating- T for now, for safety.

Pairing- Peter/Wendy

Summary- Peter is a cursed boy as Captain Hook has mentioned. He is incomplete, he cannot love and if he doesn't find someone to show him how, he won't live much longer whether he's in Neverland or not.

A/N- This is sort of random, and I'm aware that the first chapter is just pretty much the movie. There's some insight into Peter's thoughts though. I know I started at a weird place, but you'll see why soon. This is also not based in Disneyland, it's from the 2003 movie. I don't own anything except most of the content (Excluding characters).

Meeting With Fate

"Peter don't go!" Wendy called, advancing upon his station by the window.

"I have to tell the others about Cinderella." He said, turning back.

"But I know lot's of stories. Stories I could tell the boys." She said with a smile, her steps becoming slower.

"Come with me." He breathed, knocking Tinkerbell away from the side of his face as she tried to reason with him. His expression was completely serious, even as multicoloured fairy dust settled on him for a few moments.

"I-I cannot fly." Was Wendy's reply as she began to back away.

"I'll teach you, I'll teach you to ride the winds back. And away we go." Peter said, moving toward her and taking her hand to try to pull her toward the window. She pulled her hand from his grasp, staring at him for a moment, processing the husky tone of his voice.

She backed away, never breaking eye contact as she moved between her brothers' beds. "Could John and Michael come too?" she questioned, a wide smile breaking out over her face.

Peter stood at the foot of John's bed, looking first at Michael, the youngest who he was sure was drooling all over the teddy bear he had his head on, then to John who was snoring and hanging halfway off the bed. He shifted his gaze to Wendy, and something in his green eyes told her that he was displeased with her question. She deflated.

"If it's alright of course."

For some reason, he couldn't deny her plea although he would have liked to have her all to himself. He thought for a moment before smiling slightly. Though the moment she looked away, the smile disappeared to be replaced by a look of displeasure once again. He really didn't want the boys to join them.

"Michael! Michael!" Wendy called, waking her youngest brother first by roughly shaking him.

Michael sat up straight as Wendy went to wake John in much the same way. "I didn't do it!" the boy called out.

Peter rolled his eyes. Guilty conscience much?

"There's a boy here who is to teach us to fly!" She called in an excited tone.

John looked down toward the foot of his bed once he'd put his glasses on. "You offend reason sir." He said in a disbelieving tone.

Peter's smile dissipated and he glared in the younger boy's general direction. Guilty conscience and no imagination, the worst boy to be around. Michael seemed to agree with his brother's point of view though.

Peter kept the glare even as he began to float up off of the floor rising higher and higher until he was nearly level with the roof. He looked down and let out a mock gasp, mostly just for show, but also to substantiate his dislike for the boys. He could see the flabbergasted expressions on the boys' faces and couldn't stop the pride that welled in his chest.

He smirked as he landed on the end of John's bed, standing on the thin rail without a problem. John threw back the blankets and bolted from bed closely followed by Michael.

"I should like to offend it with you." John said, referring to his earlier comment.

Peter smirked again. "Just think happy thoughts and they lift you into the air!" he said, flying a short distance before sitting on the ceiling. "It's easy."

"I've got it!" John called out, but the rest of what he said was lost to Peter as Wendy smiled. He couldn't take his eyes away from her angelic face as she looked up at him with her warm smile in place. He couldn't help but return it, and cursed the moment her attention was torn from him by the sound of her brother hitting the floor.

Peter caught Tinkerbell and smothered the two boys in fairy dust, before landing softly on the floor near Wendy. He stood close behind her, shifting to her opposite side as she turned to look at him. He smiled and lifted his hand, blowing the dust from his palm into her face. He smiled as she looked at him, a wondering expression on her face. He looked down for a moment, his smile still in place. His eyebrow twitched and he looked back up into her eyes, revelling in the moment she realized that she was flying. He stopped, watching her rise above his head with a laugh of happiness.

"Come away." He said, landing softly on the windowsill. "Come away to Neverland." His comment was of course directed at Wendy, but the other two decided that they were in the conversation as well.

"But what about Mother?" Wendy said in a soft tone, floating down to gently land on the floor.

"Father?" John added.

"Nana." Was all Michael had to offer.

"There are mermaids." Peter said.

"Mermaids?" Wendy repeated, rising off the floor with a wide smile.

If he had thought it through, Peter would have stopped there, but he continued on. "Indians! Pirates!"

The boys both repeated what he said, and he couldn't help but think of them as parrots, annoying, useless talking birds that were only good for mimicking what others had already said. He rolled his eyes again and his brow creased into a frown for a moment. John flew out the window past him followed closely by Michael and Peter was left alone with Wendy. He smiled, his green eyes meeting hers again.

The drapes shifted softly back and forth, and his expression became softer, a sort of half-smile replacing his usual care-free one. He offered his hand and Wendy took it, stepping up on the ledge with him. He pushed himself out into the open air, offering his hand to her once again.

She turned away from him and he dropped a couple of feet as a scowl crossed his face. She still wanted to stay? He moved up close behind her, his cheek brushing against her soft hair. "Forget them Wendy." He whispered into her ear.

She turned toward him slightly, and for a moment he thought maybe it would be a good time for her to give him that 'thimble', since Tink wasn't around. He shook the thought from his head. "Forget them all."

She looked around the room for a moment.

"Come with me and we'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again." He promised.

She turned back to him. "Never is an awfully long time." She said, her eyes meeting his.

He just smiled, noticing immediately when a smile of her own curved the corners of her lips and lit up her face. She took his offered hand and allowed him to lift her into the sky. They flew away and all thoughts of her family were erased as she felt the wind in her hair and his warm hand holding hers securely. He smiled, he was always smiling around her, and he wondered if maybe she could be the one. The one who could fix his curse and make him whole again. None of the other girls had ever made him feel this way, but for now he could only hope.

She was his only hope now, and he was almost afraid that he'd come to trust in the wrong person. Though the way she looked at him could have said something different.

End of Chapter one. Yes this is going to be multi-chapter; I just love writing it too much. As for my other stories, they're being worked on as well. I know the first chapter is short, but I will be writing a lot more for the second one, I promise.