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A.N. VERY IMPORTANT Ok, here's the deal. This is a blatant self-insertion fic. I won't even bother changing my name. But I'm not vain enough to attempt a Me/Peter romance fic. Or at least not vain enough to post it... But as it is self-insertion, I haven't inflicted it upon my beta, so prepare for spelling and grammar mistakes. It will be Peter/Wendy eventually. Don't ask me how yet, as I only have a vague idea at the moment.
ASLO VERY IMPORTANT: This would be the backdrop of the story. It is needed. So, here's what happened. The movie. It happened. And was therefore never made. Wendy, when she was much older met a man named J.M.Barrie, and she told him the story of Peter Pan. J.M.Barrie then rewrote it and published it in more acceptable form. So the book by J.M.Barrie exists, but the 2003 movie doesn't. That's pretty much it.
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Wendy sat by the window of her new bedroom. It was on the same side of the house as the Nursery, so if Peter came looking for her, he wouldn't have to look far.
The night sky was littered with stars, and as it was nearing summer she was blessed with a cloudless sky. If he were to come tonight while she sat here, she would see him coming a long way off. Not that she particularly thought he was going to come. But, for just half an hour every night, she would sit and wait, just out of respect for what they had shared.
The window for her room was not like that of the nursery. It was much smaller, and did not open all the way so that you could walk through. But it would be easy for a boy who could fly.
"Goodnight Peter." She whispered, finally standing up and walking towards her bed.
"Goodnight? Surely a girl all so grown up doesn't have to go to bed?" Came a voice from the window, and Wendy gasped in surprise. But she was determined to stay calm, and turned around slowly to see the boy who hovered at her window.
"Part of being grown up," She told him, suppressing the smile that tugged at her lips, "Is knowing when to go to bed yourself, without being told."
"But that's so boring!" Peter Pan, the most amazing boy to have ever lived, crowed. Wendy could suppress her happiness no more, and burst into laughter.
"Oh, it is Peter, but it's worth it!" She told him, her smile stretching across her face. She ran across the room to stand near him, and he landed on the floor to greet her, but to both their dismay they found that she was now taller than he.
"How is it worth it?" He asked sadly, looking up at her. It pained her to see how young he was.
"My parents, they treat me much better now." She explained, "They take me out to parties with them, which is so wonderful, you can't even imagine,"
"I don't want to." He said stubbornly, "We'd have had much better parties in Neverland, if you'd told me that's what you wanted."
"But that's not what I wanted." She told him, "I wanted to grow up. I wanted you to grow up with me."
"If I stayed here to grow up, I'd soon be much taller than you again, boys are bigger than girls." He said confidently. Wendy being taller than him bothered him; "I think that is a wonderful idea, don't you? I'll stay here and grow up with you."
"No you won't." Wendy said quietly, "You'll say you will, and maybe even mean it, but you'll grow bored and leave me again."
"If I say I will then I will." He insisted, but Wendy shook her head.
"The world of grownups is not one you could live in." She assured him, "And I realise now that it was cruel to ask you to. You are now and forever a little boy. And I am no longer a little girl. I've missed you Peter, but I'm glad you chose to stay in Neverland."
"There is another, isn't there?" And now Peter looked angry, "You've already replaced me, and you want me to leave so that I wont find out."
"No one will ever replace you Peter." Wendy told him, but with little conviction for she knew Peter would not believe her, even though she spoke the truth. He wanted to believe that there was another, because that meant it wasn't his fault, "I just know that you will never grow up."
"You don't know anything." And with that he left. Anger made his flight fast and careless, and the fast flying blurred his thoughts, making him unsure as to what he was angry about. He arrived in Neverland, and instantly sought out Tink, the only friend he had left. And he and Tink played in the moonlight, and as he does, he soon forgot all about his fight with Wendy.
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Time had passed, and Peter had gathered more Lost Boys, who gave him many adventures, but there was one boy who did not seem to enjoy them very much.
"Sparks, why aren't you playing with the others?" Peter asked one day after watching the boy sit and watch the others.
"Dunno Peter." He shrugged, pulling at his clothes.
"I'm sure you can't think of a single thing more fun than joining in." Peter assured him, but Sparks just shrugged again, and shook his head, "Can you? Then tell me."
"I remember something from before I came here." Sparks said slowly, for he was quite a slow boy, "A woman, she used to...she used to tell me stories."
"Stories..." A grin slid across Peter's face, and his eyes danced, "Oh, I can find you stories."
Peter had forgotten that he and Wendy had fought; he had forgotten a lot of things about Wendy. But he remembered that she told stories, and he remembered enjoying them.
So away he flew from Neverland, and into the streets of London. If he had been more observant, or had a better memory, he may have noticed that London looked differently then it had last time he visited. But he didn't, and so it made no difference to him.
The house looked different. He had been sure that it had been made out of the same brown brick that the other houses on the road had been made out of, but now it was white, and the moonlight reflected off it. He flew to the nursery window, but then remembered that Wendy had changed room, so flew up to the next window, and peered through the window.
The window was different as well, but again Peter didn't really notice. To him life was like a story. Sometimes the details changed, but it was still the same story. The house looked different, but it was still the same house. So, as he looked through the window, which was rimmed with white plastic, the only thing he observed was that light purple curtains got in the way of his vision.
"Tink." He called, and his fairy friend, looking quite annoyed, bobbed up beside him, "Tink, can you open the window and move the curtains?"
Tink, who still disliked Wendy greatly, obeyed, simply because she could not bear to say no to Peter. So she opened the Window with the strange lock, and pulled aside the light purple curtains. Peter, his eyes growing large, peered inside, and spied a sleeping figure in a small bed. And then he remembered.
"I wanted you to grow up with me."
"I'll stay here and grow up with you."
"You'll say you will, and maybe even mean it, but you'll grow bored and leave me again."
The cruelty of those words...
"I know that you will never grow up."
"I will grow up." Peter whispered, looking at the sleeping figure in the bed. The bed, which he did not notice, that was nothing like the one Wendy used to sleep him.
He had forgotten all about his promise to the little Lost Boy to bring him stories. He forgot all about all the Lost Boys. All he knew was Wendy, and in his heart the undeniable urge to prove her wrong, and to grow up with her.
But she wouldn't believe him. She'd just get angry again, which she always did.
"I'll prove it to her." He whispered, "I'll grow up, just a little bit, and then come back and show her. Then she can't be angry."
Tinkerbell chattered angrily into his ears, trying to change his mind, but Peter was stubborn, and he liked the idea of proving Wendy wrong, and seeing her smile when she realised that he had grown up.
"Come on Tink, stay here with me." He whispered, "If you don't, I might forget how to fly."
And Tink couldn't bear this thought, so she agreed, even though she knew that it was a very bad idea.
It might have been a disastrous idea, and one that would have ended in much misery if Peter had decided to do this years before. For it was his imagination alone that had kept Neverland alive. But now Neverland lived in the hearts of so many children that it no longer needed Peter to survive. And some part of Peter knew this, which is why he was able to make the decision that would change his life.
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