Never Grow Up

Summary: On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Clare Edwards receives a visitor at her window.

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Clare/Peter Pan, Drew/OC, lost boys/Clare friendships, mentions of Cladam friendship. Clew Friendship.

Author's Note: This idea came out of an idea KatieCTalksAlot on tumblr and I had. She is making a Peter/Clare gifset and I decided to write a fic. Aislinn and Robbie are both so cute and the idea of a Pan/Clare crossover is really intriguing.

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Clare Edwards stalked into her bedroom, blue eyes red and swollen. She dropped her flats to the floor and fell back on the bed. Today had been hard. It was the first time since Adam had died that she'd been in his room at the Torres home. His parents had wanted to clean it out, finally having the strength to do so after all of these months. As soon as she'd stepped into the room, a wave of sadness had washed over her. The room still looked as if Adam still lived and slept in it. The bed was unmade, some clothes were on the floor, posters hung on the walls. As she'd walked in farther, she saw a picture that Drew had snapped of she, Imogen, and Adam, silly wigs on their heads, eyes filled with laughter. It had been taken in the hospital during the summer when she'd been sick. Imogen, Drew, and Adam had been lifesavers. They'd taken her mind off of things. They'd let her talk about her fears. She had known that if she was taking it hard, Drew must be taking it even harder so she reached out a hand, grabbing his, purple fingernails standing out against his hand as she squeezed it, reassuringly.

After cleaning out the room, Drew and Clare had went downstairs to the basement and just talked about Adam for hours on end. She had just gotten back home a few minutes ago.

Sighing, she went to the bathroom, grabbing her pajamas along the way, after removing her makeup and settling into her PJs, she squeezed the counter to calm herself. When she'd agreed to be there for Drew for morale support as Adam's room was cleared out, she hadn't been prepared for the onslaught of emotions. She wished that things could go back to the way they were. She really didn't want to turn eighteen, tomorrow. She most especially didn't want to celebrate a birthday when her best friend was dead. Things had really been sucking, recently. Between having cancer, Adam's death, Cam's death, Eli cheating, Alli's abusive boyfriend, Asher, and today, she was so tired. Things hadn't been this hard when she was fourteen. Back then, she, Alli, Connor, and KC—even Jenna, were innocent. They'd just been stupid kids, going through the motions. Now, they'd been forced to grow up so fast. It was a wonder that they weren't all lost.

Heading back to her room, Clare grabbed her Peter Pan dvd off of the shelf and slipped it into her dvd player, climbing into bed. As she watched, she couldn't help but think of how wonderful it would be to never grow up. To be in Neverland with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. She didn't think she'd ever leave like Wendy did, if that happened. Sighing sadly, she closed her eyes. It was too bad that was just a fairytale.

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Peter Pan couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips, green eyes narrowed as he stared into the bedroom window of the unfamiliar teenage girl. He was going to give her what she wished. It was a good thing he had the tools of trickery. His coward son and all of the residents of Storybrooke might believe him to be dead, but he wasn't. However, he wasn't going to cause mischief there. They weren't fun play things anymore. Over the past few months, he'd been gathering up new lost boys to replace the one's he'd lost. All he needed now was another Wendy. And this Clare girl seemed like the perfect choice.

He reached out a long fingered hand to open the window, making sure the teen was still asleep as he opened it, flying in. He looked around curiously, smirking wickedly as he took in the posters on the walls and the photographs on the desk. Teddy bears and other stuffed animals were on a small shelf nearby. It was certainly the picture of innocence. Though two different centuries, Wendy's room had been much the same way.

Clare groaned as he felt a cool breeze hit her cheeks, burrowing herself farther into the covers and bringing her knees up to her chest. Had it been this chilly earlier? She didn't recall it being so. Sighing, her eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the darkness. Her eyes widened in horror at the figure that stood over her, face so close to her own. Before she could scream, a hand covered her mouth.

Peter grinned at her, sitting on the bed, sharp teeth glinting. "It's best if you stay quiet."

The teen gave him a glare, raising a leg to knock him off balance and off of the bed. "Who the hell are you?

His smirk grew. "I'm Peter. Peter Pan."