AN: This is m y second story I didn't finish the first one because I didn't like where it was going. But I'm more than determined to finish this one even if it takes me all summer. Please enjoy and read and review PLEASE!!

Authors note: After almost 5 years of not updating this story I received a very friendly message from rotelli I don't know if that's spelled right I apologize. I decided to take a look for them and I've revised this chapter and fixed the mistakes. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: All Grown Up-Wendy

Not much had happened to the young girl since she last saw Neverland in the peak of the horizon on a yonder shore. It had faded away along with the hope that her true love would return to her. She had grown into a diligent woman surely but inside she was still a girl of twelve bursting with adventures and a life not meant for proper society.

Five years had passed since Wendy had left the nursery window to embark on the greatest adventure she had come to face in her short life. She had sailed around the cuisine of Neverland and had dined on it with her love, her hope, her fantasy Peter Pan.

It had been five years to the day and still his enduring promise had not been fulfilled. A simple but ever lasting promise which had remained true to her heart since the day the words were spoken. A mischief boy with his heart full of dread but his pride to heavy to burden.

" I will return."

A simple yet inescapably horrid phrase which haunted this young girls dreams with lost hope and unnecessary desire. He had not returned. She hadn't heard a sound from her golden warrior laden in leaves. She had not seen his face or felt his skin. A glimpse of his golden blonde hair was the only remembrance of Peter Wendy had. Those only came in her deepest dreams.

Wendy was now of the proper age to settle and marry. Desperately Wendy wanted to marry but she knew whom she must marry for happiness. This would never come true not even in her deepest slumber. Therefore, Wendy Darling's hope and aspiration of her young lover returning slowly began to fade. In the dull cold world she had given up hope. She had given up her dreams and fantasies and set aside a new task. A task which involved careful planning and a particular sense of judgment. A suitor.

Wendy knew what a suitor was expected of. Looks did not matter and neither did any sort of appearance. What mattered were social status, and wealth and the brute popularity. She began to attend many parties with her mother and father. All the while leaving her new found brothers at home with the new sitter, Jocelyn.

Wendy concentrated hard on the possible suitors at a party and yet she found none. None to her liking. Not one man she had met produced a single quality that her true love had. All of them were proper English gentlemen with fortune and power. Wendy did not care for material possessions. She wanted a man who was spunky, bold and adventurous.

Yet such a man never came. Until one day her Aunt Millicent had taken her for a stroll in a London street. The street was busy for it was midday and the crowd was extremely violent on this innocent day. The tide turned and a man who was overly brute in strength had tried to capture Millicent's purse from her arm. While the struggle continued Wendy rushed to help her aunt but was knocked down in the process.

This sent Wendy flying into a large puddle of mud covering her new green silken dress into a dismay of froth and dirt. Luckily, a young man named Matthew DuWipple had been passing by and witnessed the whole tragic event. Being a proper gentlemen he dropped his belongings and ran to help the poor girl and her Aunt. He managed to get the small handbag from the criminal and gently handed it to the old fringed woman. He then offered Wendy his hand and wrapped his coat around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry about that. People like that should not be allowed to roam freely on the street. I'm Matthew DuWipple." the man had said. Wendy did not speak at first and it was Millicent who spoke first.

"Well thank you very kindly, Mr. DuWipple. You are the only young man I know that would come to this old lady's rescue." She said pulling her purse open and pulling out a small bill. "Please take this in my gratitude."

Matthew simply raised his hand and cupped it over the woman's glove. "Please my dear I would never dream of taking such a gift. All I would like in return is to know this young woman's name." He said eyeing Wendy politely. Wendy blushed a small bit turning her cheeks a light shade of pink. However, her skin was so white and pale that pink shown through like an eclipse of the sun.

"My name is Wendy Darling, sir. Thank you very much for helping me out of that dreadful puddle." She said brushing off her still soaked dress.

"I know it seems quite out of place," DuWipple began, "but I would never let my conscience sleep if I did not ask. May I escort you to a dinner this evening?"

Aunt Millicent smiled at this. Wendy however was not sure on what to say. She had not entirely given hope on Peter but what the hell. What could a little dinner hurt?

"Sure," she replied sweetly with a gentle smile forming on her lips.

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You can only guess what's coming up next you guessed it! All grown up part 2 Peter!!! YAY PETER!!! Oh by the way just so everyone knows in the chapters to follow there is gonna be a lot of sexual stuff. I'm talking didley's in hoohoo (SEX), hand where they aren't to be....so if this stuff offends you don't read any further but if it doesn't TALLY HO!