Author's Note: This is my first story on here, so please be nice when (and if) you decide to review it. Thanks for picking my story and I hope you enjoy it! :]

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Peter Pan, except for the dvd which I bought at Target. But still it all belongs to J.M Barrie.

It had been five months since Wendy had seen Peter Pan.

She knew that she should be happy with her life, as it had never been better then it was right now. But there was something deep down in her that made her think it wasn't complete. Don't get the wrong impression; she loved the lost boys, her brothers, and her parents very much. Yet something (or someone) was missing from her life.

Wendy, pondering this empty feeling, began thinking about the past few days. Numerous times she had been caught by one of the boys, staring into the sky. When they asked her what she was searching for, she simply said, "Birds."

Along with these strange "bird-watchings", every time a window had been opened Wendy would run into the room and search all the corners. When asked by her confused father, she would say, "I was worried something might get in."

She also began to have many restless nights, having dreams about fairies and Indians, and nightmares about pirates and dark swirling waters. The worst nightmare was when she was on a pirate ship and out of the corner of her eye saw a hook slice through the air that was followed by a piercing scream. But before she could get to the victim, she was thrown off the edge of the ship. Wendy always woke up before she hit the water.

One night, she was woken up by her own shivering. As she propped herself up, she glanced around the room. Michael, Tootles, and Nibs were all fast asleep in their beds. She scanned the bookshelf and everything seemed to be in order, even down to the small specks of dust that lay on some of the novels. Suddenly, Wendy felt a cool breeze on her face. The window is... open? She thought, as she stared curiously at it. Wendy slowly crept out of her bed, so as not to disturb any criminals who might have snuck in. Looking around carefully, she bent down to grab the large cricket bat that was stored under her bed. As her hand clutched around the handle, she heard a noise from behind the curtain. Keeping her eyes dead locked on it, she pulled out the bat and began taking slow and steady steps near the hanging fabric. Her feet, thank goodness, made no noise as she crossed on the heavy carpet. Wrapping her hands around the bat and ready for an attack she silently counted to herself. One, Two, Two-and a half, Two- and three quarters, THREE!! Wendy swung at the curtain, putting all of her strength behind that one mighty blow.

"OW OW OW, WENDY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! "Said a boy on the floor.

Stunned into shock, by the strange appearance of a boy in her room, she smacked it again just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

"Ouch, why are you still hitting me?" asked the boy, obviously annoyed that he had to be hit a second time.

"I'm sorry but don't you know that you are not supposed to be sneaking into people's rooms in the middle of the night!" Wendy said matter of factly.

As she was looking down at the boy, something in her began to flare. Her eyes began scanning him from the top down. She saw that he had dirty- blond hair that lay floppily down in his eyes, which were a glimmering green color. His clothes were a mixture of leaves and twigs, forming some sort of jumpsuit. On his hip there was a holster, where a knife handle was poking out. He looked well-built, but tired somehow, like he had been traveling for days with no food or sleep. What are you doing? She asked herself, Confront him, say something! You look like a blithering idiot!!

"Why are you here?" Wendy asked, still clutching the cricket bat in case the boy tried anything funny.

"Erm, well you see I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd come by."He was nervous, Wendy could tell, he kept glancing at the window as if waiting for something to appear.

"Why do you keep looking out the window?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Well Tink was following me and then I..."

"Wait." Wendy said, cutting him off. "Who is Tink? And whoever he is, you had better tell him to stay away!" She gave the boy the meanest look she could muster, He thinks he can just waltz in here and nothing will happen to him, pshh he didn't expect me.

"What are you talking about? Tinkerbell isn't a man, she's my fairy don't you remember?" The boy gave Wendy a very worried look. His emerald-green eyes were staring right into hers, full of puzzlement.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about." Wendy stuttered. Why does he think I know who he is? More importantly, why do I feel like I should him?

"Oh Wendy," Said the boy, his eyes beginning to tear up. "You don't remember me." He said it as a statement, not a question. He began backing away heading towards the open window.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have… I shouldn't have come back." His feet were now planted on the window's ledge. His face was turned up into the glittering night. Then he was gone.

"Oh my gosh!" Wendy ran over to the window and looked down. There was no body to be seen. She began search for a ladder or a rope that he could have used to get down. There was none. She could not believe that he disappeared that quickly, but he had. Whatever, he's gone now.

As she started closing the window, a large roaring wind swept into the bedroom. It was un-realistic the way it twisted and turned, knocking over books and sending papers flying. Ignoring it, Wendy gave the window a final push and it closed with a thud. Plink!

Wendy looked at the ground. There shining like diamonds in the moonlight was a small acorn attached to a gold chain. Waves of memories overwhelmed her as she collapsed to the floor.

"Peter." She whispered.