A/N: I'm back! This is NOT, I repeat, NOT a Peter Pan rewrite. It has a whole different direction and story line. The only thing that is the same is the characters, meeting, setting, and a few other small things.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Please don't sue me, pretty please.

Faith In Me

Chapter 1: Clouded Eyes

A teenage girl sat at a window in London, waiting. She did not know what she waited for, only that she must. Her life was about to take a turn; a turn into an unknown alley. What lay down that alley, she could only wonder. The streak of a shooting star caught her eye, and again she wondered if she was mad. But as much as she tried to convince herself, there she stayed. Her eyelids were heavy, her head drooped in want of rest, but she couldn't fall asleep, not now. If she did, she would miss something she forever regret escaping her. And as the clock struck one, her questions were answered.

A softly glowing ball against the night sky was coming closer towards her direction. She tilted her head curiously as she gazed at it. Her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement. And then, all at once, it flitted straight past her into the room. She turned her back on the window and ran towards the spot she thought she had seen it go to. But it was nowhere to be found.

Behind her, a slight breeze and the sound of rustling leaves caught her attention. It was the middle of winter, there were no leaves on the bare, dead trees. And the breeze was warm, like the salty tickle of a warm sea air. She spun around on her heel, and cocked an eyebrow. A boy perhaps a few years older then her leaned against the wall near the window. He was covered in leaves from waist to knee, and more leaves served as a kind of strap for the dagger at his belt, but it hugged his body closely. It was the oddest thing she'd ever seen. But for some reason, she was not alarmed, only intrigued. He had windswept dark blonde hair, a tanned, toned torso and arms, and a stunning grin spread across his handsome face. He spoke in a low voice, but not especially deep.

"Hello." Now his face was serious, as though he was just as interested in her as she in him.

"Hello. My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What's yours?" He answered without hesitation,

"Peter Pan." There was something about this girl that was different from anyone he'd ever met. Of the few he had met, of course. "I've heard your stories about the boy who flies. What made you think of them? They're different from any other story I've ever heard. And I've heard many." Wendy didn't think this an odd question at all, for some reason.

"My dreams, mostly. The skies are the most beautiful thing on this earth. To touch it would be... amazing. So, for my brothers, John and Michael, I told a story one night about a boy who could fly, who had adventures, and never grows up. So the stars and... that place between sleep and awake, I suppose, made me think of him." Peter stepped towards her until they were only a hand span apart. He could feel her breath on his bare skin.

"There is a way. Would you come with me, Wendy? I can teach you to fly, to touch the stars and ride the wind's back." Her breathing quickened.

"How?"

"Actually, I need my fairy first. Wait a minute." He whistled a quick, beautiful tune, and the glowing ball Wendy had seen earlier appeared from the bookshelf at Peter's shoulder with what looked like a shadow. Peter grabbed the shadow thing and put it to his foot. They joined like drops of water. He held his hand under her, and the ball shook a little.

"Is that...?"

"Wendy, this is Tinkerbell, my fairy." Wendy smiled at the light confusedly. She couldn't see the figure inside the light, but no matter. Peter blew gently across his hand towards her face. A wave of golden dust broke on her, but she didn't float. "You have to think happy thoughts, and believe, Wendy. Think happy thoughts, and believe you can fly." She tried to convince herself that she could do it, but it just didn't happen. Then Wendy looked to her feet and gasped. She was flying! Peter laughed and brought her back down with a gentle pull. He whispered,

"Come away. Come away with me to Neverland!" Then Wendy looked into Peter's eyes for the first time and stepped backward in shock. Peter's eyes were a gorgeous sea green, yes. But she could barely see that, because his eyes were clouded with white. The teenage boy she had just met, this amazing Peter Pan, was blind. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing, no, I'm sorry. I just didn't realize you were-"
"Tall? Rugged? Handsome?" Peter interrupted.

"Blind!" Wendy said pityingly.

"Ha. I always forget that one," Peter said placidly with a ring of sarcasm.

"Well, let's, er, be off then." Wendy tried to restore the friendliness in the conversation. She heard a murmur come from the beds. "Oh! I'm sorry, can my brothers come too? They'd never forgive me if I went with you without them." Peter smiled a little and answered.

"How about just you this time, and we'll come back for them?" Peter wanted her to get used to him first, because he could sense the pity in his voice. The last thing he wanted now was pity. He could get along just as well as anyone.

"All right," Wendy agreed, then stepped onto the window ledge. Peter heard her feet slightly unstick from the hardwood floor, and so he followed after her out the window ledge into the night.