A/N: Right, so another fanfic of mine (I just can't keep myself away damn), this time inspired by Peter Pan and Once Upon A Time. I will be using OUAT's Peter, as he looks the way I want this Peter to look and also looks a little bit older than the others portraying him.
So in my imagination, the Peter from OUAT looks to be at least 17 (even though I know he's much older) so that will be the age of this story's main character. Hope you're fine with that.
Depending on the way my life is going, my ideas and how I update my other fanfics, the activity level on this thing can vary but I hope you want to read it anyway :)
It's rated T, as I'm planning to make it a little darker like in OUAT, so be prepared.
Prologue: On the rooftop
The sounds of the city echoed through the night and her eyes swept over London's bright lights where she sat on the edge of the roof. Her long hair flew out in tangled curls behind her and the wind howled like a wolf in her ears.
She was thankful for all the noise, all the happenings far bellow. It helped to distract her, to take her mind off the things that happened during the last hours. The things she wished to forget. The things she wished had never happened.
The sudden sight of a shadow moving across a roof across the street, cause her eyes to rise and she frowned. At first, she thought it was a cat taking a midnight walk and leaned back to look up at the sky, but that was when it came again.
This time it was on a neighbouring roof and she turned her head quickly, her eyes registering the shadow of a human.
There was another person on the roof.
The confusion filled her and she frowned as she followed the shadow moving quickly towards her. It seemed to blend into the night with no proper body to be seen and she rose slowly to get a better overview. What was going on?
"Watch out. You are standing quite dangerously on the top of a roof there." The sound of a voice behind her caused her to turn, a little too quickly, and suddenly she felt herself stumbling dangerously towards the end.
An arm was suddenly there around her waist and she was safely pulled back onto her feet, this time a bit further away from the edge than before.
"T-thank you." She took a deep breath as she looked up at her saviour, rather surprised to see a boy her own age standing there. A cocky grin on his lips and his hair ruffled by the wind. "Who are you?" Her eyes studied his face and his smile widened as he met her gaze.
"You do best not knowing." He released his grip around her and took a step back, his balance perfect on the slippery roof.
"And why is that?" She raised an eyebrow in defiance and he laughed softly.
"Because if you ever hear my name, you will never be able to forget it." He raised his eyes to the sky, studying the bright stars above. "However, I believe you already know it. I am no more than a story to you here, Lydia." His lips voicing her name caused her confusion and surprise to grow and she wondered how he knew it. She could not remember seeing him before in her life.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" She took a step closer and glared up at him, something that made him laugh.
"That you know my name already but you will need a push to remember it." His mischievous grin told her he was planning something, but she was not much for finding out. He seemed strange enough as it was.
"As long as it's not a push down from this roof or anywhere else, I'm pleased", came her quick reply and he laughed again.
"I promise, no pushing from roofs. But something words can be of help." Suddenly he leaned forward and gripped her chin with slender fingers. His breath brushed her cheek as he leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning."