Hello, everyone! This is my first story on fanfiction so bear with me. I've read a few stories with this pairing and they never quite did it for me so I thought I'd give it a go. Please read and review!

Forever is a very long time. In fact, that is exactly how long Wendy had waited. At least it felt like forever. Truly it had only been five years. But then, that is half a decade, and anything that long tends to feel like forever.

So Wendy had been waiting forever, yet he had not come for her since the first spring cleaning. It was to be expected of the child, she supposed, as Peter could never quite grow up. Wendy used to believe that it was only the time difference between the worlds that kept her friend from returning. Perhaps a half a decade in this world was only half a year in the other? She had since resigned herself to the idea that, yes, Peter had simply forgotten her. And it was to be expected, was it not?

Still, she could not help feeling a pang of hurt at this realization. She thought he had felt some sort of attachment towards her, as she had felt towards him. It was certainly not imagined either, for who could forget the power of that thimble she had given him?

What an awful thing, to forget.

There were not enough fingers and toes in the world to count the number of times she sat in her window seat, eyes trained on the stars. All those long nights, just staring into the unending emptiness, searching for… Something, anything resembling a sign of otherworldly magic. Her ears strained against the sounds of the night for that light tinkling of bells, signaling the arrival of a bad-tempered pixie accompanied by a cocky youth.

Wendy propped her elbow on the sill of the window and rested her chin on her hand. Her expression had morphed into a feisty scowl. That's fine, I can do without! I have grown up now, anyways. He would not even take me back if he saw me now.

She was rather proud of herself for concocting such a realization, and she sent a "humph" in what she assumed was the general direction of Neverland and, by association, Peter Pan. Still reveling in her newfound self-assurance, she removed herself from the sill and burrowed into the heavily pillowed window seat, crossing her arms over her torso.

"Peter Pan," she announced to no one in particular. "I am a mature grown-up now, and do not wish to take part in your frivolous schemes and adventures any longer." She smirked with confidence, before speaking once more: "I am sure that even if I did return to Neverland, I would find much more enjoyment in the company of Captain Hook and his crew of scallywags, simply because their level of knowledge in mature grown-up matters far surpasses your own!"

Then, Wendy Moira Angela Darling, a mature young woman, yawned in a most unladylike fashion, smacked her lips, and nuzzled her face still deeper into the plush pillows as she fell asleep. Never would she have acted thus in a public place, but she was in the comfort of her old nursery, and could get away with such things.

However, even when seemingly by oneself in a warmly familiar nursery, and speaking to no one in particular, one is never entirely alone.

Upon waking, the first thing Wendy noticed was that is was still quite dark. That was the first. The second was that whatever had woken her up from her slumber was continuing to make her uneasy. That is, her stomach was uneasy. It sloshed and gurgled uncomfortably as she rolled from her front side onto her back. If only the room would quit rocking—

And that was when Wendy realized the third and final thing after waking: She was no longer in the window seat of her old nursery. In fact, she wasn't in a window seat of any sort. She was in a lumpy cot, situated in a dark corner of an even darker room.

And the room was rocking.

It was a slow rocking, more of a swaying really. It might have even been comforting, if only her stomach would settle.

Wendy was suddenly aware of voices, what must have been outside the door of her dark quarters. She quickly shut her eyes once more, but kept her ears trained on the approaching individuals as the door creaked open and a sliver of light penetrated the darkness. They spoke:

"Is the little lady still asleep?" The first man rasped out. He sounded familiar to the not-sleeping girl, but she could not place the voice.

"Ay, she be sleepin' soundly." The second voice, albeit softer and somewhat friendlier, was hauntingly familiar as well. The soft voice continued.

"The cap'n will be so pleased! Haven't seen his pearly smile since before th—"

"Yes, Smee. That be our main concern, his smile," was the sarcastic response as the door closed and the room was enveloped in darkness once more.

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