When she was younger, Molly used to share a room with her two brothers; Michael and Sebastian. She was young, and so were times. She had always been a rather fanciful girl, often found frolicking in her own daydreams.

Because of that, no one ever believed her 'terribly true and utterly real' tales of a land in the sky. Of pirates and lost boys. Of faeries and mermaids. Of Indians and adventure. Of a boy who never grew up. A boy who hid at the window to hear her stories, so that he might repeat them back to his group of misfits. A boy named Sherlock, and his band of lost boys.

A boy who made her a promise that he never kept.

It had been many years, and though Molly still believed, she was too grown up to still talk of it. Her brothers had been older than her at the time of their adventure, and had now moved out and found their way in the world.

She sat in her old nursery, reminiscing, when the miracle happened. It was as though he knew.

"Molly?"

She knew his voice by heart and she stood with the shock of hearing it once more. For there he was at the window, his silhouette barely visible with the setting sun. The room was dark now, and she knew he couldn't see her.

"Molly?" He called out again.

She took a breath. If she were to turn on the light, It would be certain for him to notice. He would see that she had grown up.

"I am here, Sherlock." She found herself saying. She could almost hear his smile.

"Open the window and let me in, Molly." So she did, almost tearfully. His slight, boyish frame drifted through and into the nursery. "I came back, Like I promised. Now we can go on more adventures. Just wake Michael and Sebastian, and we should be on our way." His feet hit the floor and she shied away from him.

He went first to Michael's bed and found nothing, and found the same thing when he searched Sebastian's bed.

"Molly, where are your brothers? It is late, they should be in bed." His voice was confused.

"They are gone, Sherlock. They have left to find their way in the world. They grew up." She gave a sigh, and turned on the light. "And so have I."

Sherlock looked shocked and betrayed. She had grown up. She would never be able to come back with him.

"Molly-"

"I'm sorry. I tried not to. I didn't want to, but I had to." She almost sobbed.

Sherlock reached one grimy hand out to grasp hers.

"I'm not sad that you grew up. I'm just sad we didn't grow up together."

She looked up into Sherlock's eyes.

"One more thimble for you, I suppose." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his quickly.

His smile was heavenly. It almost lit up the entire room and he started laughing. It was just the same as the last time they had seen each other.

"I'm sorry I grew up."

"I'm sorry I was late."

"Just don't do it again." She pressed her lips to his again.

He started laughing. "Come back to Neverland?"

"You know I can't, But you could always visit me. Whenever you want. You're welcome to stay, should you wish it."

"You know I can't. I need to take care of them all. John, Greg, Mycroft, Anthea, Irene, Mike, even Anderson and Donovan."

She nodded sadly. "I will be here should you need me. Always remember that."

"I will always come back. Do you have a story I can tell the boys and girls when I get home?"

She thought for a moment.

"I do. It's a story that starts right in this room." She cleared her throat. "All children grow up. Except for one. On the day this story begins, Nana barked at the nursery window. The children looked. But there was nothing there, So they forgot about it. For what would worry an adult should never worry a child, but it so happened that there was something at the window. One exceptional little boy; a boy that never grew up..."

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