"I'll always believe in you Peter Pan." she had said.

She did always believe in him. She taught her children and grandchildren believe in the Boy Who Never Grew Up. He always came, right as the females were about to leave their childhood behind, to grew into adolescence and take their places in the household, he would come. He only came for the girls, if she had brothers, he would take them too. The boys needed a mother. The story was always the same, she would get to act like a child, she would remember her childhood and the joys of it, then she would go home. It always hurt Peter when it happened, he wanted someone to stay with him forever, but he knew that he couldn't force them to stay. It was their choice to grow up.

It happened in every generation, until the girls stopped being born. No one in the family understood it. Wendy was long since laid to rest, so they could not ask her, although she wouldn't have had the answer anyway. He stopped coming, he became like Santa Clause, and idea that was never pursued as more, simply because no one saw him. Was he there? Yes. He checked every so often, looking for a new mother, but he never found her. Why didn't he take the boys? The answer was simple, he had many lost boys. The numbers kept increasing, every time a boy got lost for longer than a week, Peter would go and find them and take them to Neverland.

Fifty years after the Peter stopped coming, a cry went up into the air. A baby girl was born. Peter didn't even have to check, he just knew that a girl child in Wendy's lineage was born. Her name, ironically, was Wendy. Her father read her the stories of his childhood every night. Those of the Boy Who Never Grew Up, and how he would come and take the girl child that held Wendy's blood.

"So he'll come for me daddy?" she had asked.

"He doesn't exist love, it's just a story."

The conversation would go on every night. The girl grew up hearing of Peter, but she never believed in Peter. When her mother died giving birth to her baby brother, Wendy had to grow up very quickly.

Peter knew he had to go for her early, she was only ten but was on the verge of young adulthood. She had already cast aside other make-believes. Santa Clause, the Toothfairy, Easter Bunny, anything that she could not see, she didn't believe in.

One night, on the eve of her eleventh birthday, she couldn't sleep. The baby was crying and she was getting irritated with him.

"Be quiet!" she mumbled into her pillow.

She didn't like her brother at all, but she knew she had to take care of him, for her daddy. She could already change a diaper, make a bottle and do her homework at the same time. Sighing she slipped out of bed to go pick him up. She rocked and sang to him until his eyes closed and his lips formed an O shape. Laying him back in his crib, she made her way to her room and climbed into bed.

Hearing a noise in the middle of the night, she sat up in bed hurried to turn the light on, she saw a silhouette outside of her window, it would have been ok, if she wasn't on the second floor! She gasped when her balcony door rattled.

"Huh, this is never locked." a male voice said.

The voice sounded like a young boy, but Wendy knew that people could disguise their voices. She did an amazing imitation of her father's rough baritone.

"Who's there?" she called.

"You don't know?" he sounded so confused, it was almost adorable, if it wasn't for the fact that he was outside of her second story window at midnight.

"If you keep trying to come in, I'll scream and my father will come and get the authorities!"

"But, you aren't expecting me?"

"Expecting you? Why would I be expecting you?" she asked him, shocked at his presumption.

"Well...you, aren't you..." his voice trailed off, he was very confused.

"Who's up there?" came a shout from outside.

Wendy was shocked to see the silhouette disappear. She threw open the window, fearing that he had fallen off the balcony. She looked down and saw nothing, in reality, he was above her. He slipped into her room, seeing the open window as an invitation.

When she turned, she was face to face with a boy in a green frock, green pants, and a green hat with a red feather in it. She blinked in shock and opened her mouth to scream but a hand covered it.

"Please don't scream!" he told her, "If you scream the pirates will hear you and they'll know that I'm here."

Her eyes went wide, Pirates? This boy was delusional!

"Promise you won't scream?" he asked her. She could only nod.

He removed his hand from her mouth and cringed at the shrill sound that came out of it. He gathered her up just as laughter filled the air. Her eyes went wide and she failed to notice that she was floating a few inches above the ground. With fast movements, the boy held her tightly and flew out the window. Her eyes got even wider when she saw a yellow light following him. She fainted when she saw a ship flying towards them.

"The second star to the right, shines in the night for you.

To tell you that the dreams you plan really can come true.

The second star to the right shines with a light so red.

And if it's Neverland you need, it's light will lead you there.

Twinkle Twinkle little star so I'll know where you are.

Gleaming in the skies above, lead us to the land we dream of.

And when our journey is through, each time we say goodnight,

We'll thank the little star that shines the second from the right."

The song from her pasts played in her mind as she slept. Waking up, she expected to be lying in her bed safe, but it wasn't to be so. She was flying through the air, somehow she knew to look towards the target. Her breath caught when they were flying towards a red star that was on the right of another.

"The second to the right." she gasped.

"And straight on till morning." the boy finished and looked up at it.

"You're...Peter Pan..." she whispered.

"Off you go with a heigh and a ho

To the stars beyond the blue.

There's a Neverland waiting for you

Where all your happy dreams come true.

Every dream that you dream will come true."

"It's real...it's all real." she said in a dazed voice.

"Of course, you are one of Wendy's line aren't you? They all believe in me."

"Wendy?" she frowned.

Of course she knew who Wendy is, "She started telling the stories." she said, "She was my great great great great great great great great Grandmother." she told him.

"Was?" he asked her looking curious, "London looks different, how did they change it so fast?" he asked, "Where is Wendy anyway? Is she well?"

"Peter, I'm the only Wendy." she told him.

"But you aren't Wendy, Wendy grew up. I visited her daughter myself. And her grand daughter. And her great granddaughter. And her great great granddaughter"

"And then you stopped coming." she said, knowing what happened.

"Boys can't be mothers." he said, "That's just silly, mothers are girls."

"Peter, there hasn't been a girl born in our family in over a hundred years." she whispered.

"Ok?" he asked, not getting the point.

"Peter, there hasn't been a Wendy in my family for over a hundred years."

"I don't understand."

"Peter, Wendy died almost a hundred and twenty years ago."

She felt them losing altitude, "Peter, what's wrong?"

They hadn't made it to Neverland yet, they were somewhere in between the two worlds, if they fell now, who knows what would have happened.

"Peter!" she shrieked.

"Peter Pan, stop this nonsense!" came a sharp voice from the darkness.


A/N: Yes? No? Review and let me know! Criticism is welcome! Tell me what you liked, what needs improvement.