Note: I am not J. M. Barrie, nor am I Disney. This story is only for my/your enjoyment, nothing else.
Chapter 1
The golden ship sailed up into the clouds. John, Michael and Wendy were on their way back home to London. The whimsically colored Neverland shrunk to a small pinprick in the distance and the newly-converted pirate ship passed multitudes of stars as it steered toward the Darling home.
"Will I see mother soon?" little Michael asked sleepily, clutching his tattered teddy.
"Soon, dear," Wendy replied and leaned down to give him a kiss on his soft head of caramel-colored hair. She looked up at the stars whizzing by in the cool night sky; this was like a beautiful dream, but it was a reality—a reality she had chosen to give up.
Wendy looked up at the upper deck and saw Peter standing there, legs apart, the red feather in his had blowing in the wind. How perfect it would have been to stay forever in Neverland, but how could Wendy simply leave the rest of her family behind. At first, John and Michael had wanted to join the lost boys, but they were too young to stay from home for long; a few days in Neverland left them hopelessly homesick.
Wendy sighed and a silent tear slipped from her eye, reflecting the black , night sky. Peter's eyes met hers and he jumped up and few down to the deck. "What are you crying about Wendy?" he asked her playfully, twitting about around her in the air. She responded by crossing her arms and turning away, lips pursed in a defiant pout. Peter promptly flew around to face her. "Come on Wendy!" he whined. "Don't…"
Wendy interrupted in a choked-up voice, "Peter, I don't know what to do! I do want to see mother and father again, but I also don't want to leave you! I think I might want to change my mind about going home!" The escalading rant broke into a sob.
"Well don't be such a sissy about it!" Peter flashed a boyish smile. "I'm glad you finally came around," he said with a bit more seriousness. He grasped Wendy's hand and jumped up in the air, twirling her around and laughing.
"Stop that Peter Pan!" Wendy shouted, flustered. She didn't really mean it though; the truth was, it was moments like these that she couldn't bear to give up.
Wendy held on tight as the sky continued to spin around her. Peter only continued to laugh and finally ended in setting Wendy back on her feet. She smiled up at him and stared into his mysterious eyes. Where had this boy come from? How old was he, really? Wendy stopped caring as a foreign feeling took her by surprise. She took one step closer to Peter, then another. Her heart bounced around wildly in her chest, urging her to move forward. The whole time, Peter gave her his characteristic grin, yet this time it looked genuine, more real than any time before.
A few tense seconds more and a flash of golden-yellow flew between the two children. It was Tinkerbell; and as usual, she was furious. The sound of twinkling bells chimed—Tinkerbell's angry, wordless shouts.
"Hey Tink!" Peter yelled. "Calm down!" The glowing fairy showed no signs of doing so. To her, this was serious.