Sorry, this author's note is kind of long…

Hello lovely readers/viewers! So, this is the Peter Pan fanfiction that I had hinted at in the author's note of Chapter 10 of Harvest Moon: The Forgotten Promise, (which is my first fanfiction, and at the time of writing this is still in progress). If you happen to be a fan of Harvest Moon, and would like to read a Rick x Claire story, (More Friends of Mineral Town with Another Wonderful Life), then feel free to check it out. If none of that applies to you, still feel free to check it out, (though you most likely won't get any of the references).

Anyway, enough with the "advertising". To give some background, this will incorporate some elements of a story for a Peter x Wendy story that I began coming up with a long time ago, which I hope has a unique feeling to it. I honestly don't know which version this will be based off of, as I recently read the book by J.M. Barrie, but I don't know if that version of Peter will fit in with how I want this story to go, as I want to stay true to his character, so I'm just going to say for now that he's based off of his Disney counterpart. (This will not be related to the 2003 film, as I've never seen it before. Anything that parallels it is just a coincidence).

Quick Note: This will be my second fanfiction, so as such it will most likely reflect in my writing, as I'm quite young, (currently in high school), and inexperienced. If you have any tips of constructive critiques, please feel free to write them in the reviews section, as I will find them extremely helpful. Anyway, enough with my rambling. Enjoy!

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Wendy kept on nodding off as she sat on the bench in front of the window in her room that faced the night sky. She glanced at the ever-ticking clock in her room. 11:00 pm. He was late. Very late. But then again, when was Peter conventional? He did things on his own time, and never really cared to pay attention to the conveniences of others. That's not to say that he wasn't a good person, (though he tended to act questionably at times), that's just how things were.

"Dear, I hope he's finding his way well," Wendy muttered to herself. It wasn't like him to be this late. Ever since their adventures in Neverland a year ago, Peter had taken to visiting Wendy one night a week, every week, to visit with her, and relate the latest adventures he'd been having with the lost boys.

Strangely enough, he did seem to have matured a little bit from the time they first met in person, as he seemed to lose some of the cocky aura that constantly surrounded him. Wendy's brothers were the first to notice this.

"Gosh, I do say Wendy, he seems to have become a less cocky chap, hasn't he Michael?" John remarked after one meeting with Peter. This meeting had occurred exactly 2 months after the adventures in Neverland, and a week before Wendy had been moved out of the nursery for good. Michael had nodded solemnly before the three Darling children went to bed, though Wendy would lay awake long after her two brothers fell asleep, thinking about Peter.

After she was moved out of the nursery, Wendy's brothers rarely snuck out to Wendy's room to meet Peter. To her sadness, she began to see her brother's belief in Peter to dwindle by the day. She figured the two would forget about him entirely within the year.

"Wendy?" A tentative voice asked. Wendy's head snapped up from the ledge of the window, and she looked up into the darkness to see Peter floating in front of her window, and the familiar glowing orb next to him. She smiled sleepily.

"Hello Peter. Tinkerbell, it's nice to see you." Tink made a little 'hmph' in response. Despite her obvious jealousy towards Wendy, she had finally reached a point where she could act civilly towards her.

Peter floated into her room, and touched the ground lightly. "I'm sorry that I'm late," Peter said, brushing himself off. "I honestly lost track of the time." Wendy raised an eyebrow at Peter's behavior. He's definitely been acting much more serious lately, she silently noted to herself.

"It's perfectly alright. These things happen-" Wendy stopped midsentence when she saw Peter hold up the most beautiful she had ever seen in front of her.

"I saw this, and I thought you'd like it," he took Wendy's hand and placed the shell in her palm gently.

Wendy stared at the shell admiringly. "You have quite the eye for these things," she remarked, placing the shell next to the other gifts that he had given her over the weeks.

For a brief second, it seemed Peter had regained his cocky air, as he flashed a triumphant smile at Wendy. His smile fading when he saw Wendy waver uneasily in her footsteps. Without warning, she lost all support from her legs, and started to fall to the floor. Peter was quick in his movements, and quickly caught Wendy. "Are you alright, Wendy?"

"I'm fine, just very tired," she replied. Tinkerbell didn't seem to notice what had happened as she was far too invested in investigating Wendy's room. Peter's face fell at her reply.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you up this late. You should go to sleep," Peter said, picking her up, carrying her to her bed. If Wendy hadn't been so tired, she would have thought this extremely uncharacteristic of him. She also would have noticed that the boy who never grew up was beginning to grow slightly taller, with more definition in his bodily features.

Wendy opened her mouth to object, but Peter had already placed her in her bed, and pulled the covers up to her neck. She sighed in defeat. "Alright, you win," she said as she sat up. "But could you at least have the decency to stay here for a little bit longer. We only see each other once a week you know."

Peter grinned, and was quick to oblige. He sat on the edge of her bed, and began filling her in on how things were going in Neverland. Yes, the lost boys missed her very much and sent her their best wishes. No, he hadn't had any trouble with Captain Hook recently. Yes, the mermaids were alive and well, and so were the Indians.

Wendy smiled as he told her all of the news, and that nothing bad had occurred to anyone. Peter had begun telling her about his latest adventure at Skull Rock when he noticed that Wendy had fallen asleep.

Instead of leaving immediately, he lingered for a couple of minutes, drinking in 15-year-old Wendy's features. It didn't go unnoticed by him that her body began to take shape in previously shapeless areas, nor did it go unnoticed by him how beautiful she looked in her peaceful sleep.

Peter felt a rather unpleasant tug on his hair, and turned around to see Tinkerbell impatiently folding her arms and tapping her foot in the air. He grinned at his impatient companion, and quietly stole out of Wendy's bedroom and shut the window quietly, before flying back off to Neverland.