Hello everyone! I'm soo excited to be writing for you guys. Now please bear with me this is my first fan fiction ever, i just signed up tonight. This story is for you select few who believe in the tales that make the characters go through some turmoile before they find their happily ever after. I'm happy to take any criticism you might have, ENJOY!


Wendy sat draped across the seat by the nursery window. It was her last night there, and she thought it fitting that her happiness should end where it hit its peak eight years ago. That time when Peter Pan came and she finally felt desire for the first and last time in her life. Oh how that time was brief. It had only taken a night, but a night was all she needed to find her one true love. A boy in green tights! Aboy who never wanted to grow up. A boy who never wanted her she thought sadly. Why would he anyway? Why would anyone give away their imortality for someone as plain as me she asked herself.

She changed her perspective from the clock to a star in the distance. It was not the biggest star. It didn't have to be. The magic and happiness that pulsed from it was enough to put all the others to shame. She wondered if he forgot her. Did he even have the thimble, the "kiss" that she had given him all those years ago. Was it on a chain around his neck like the acorn, his "kiss" he had given her that very same night. The night where she profesed her love to him and he blew her off like she was a mad woman who escaped her cell. She would not cry she told herself, but wendy couldn't stop the solitary tear that slid down her cheek and splashed on the window sill as she relived the heartbreak.

"Peter!", she cried out to him. The dance was over suddenly, and Peter pulled away leaving her floating all alone in the air. She went after him and grabbed his arm from behind."peter!", she tried again. Peter turned around and glared at her and then yanked his arm away as if Hook himself had touched him. Wendy shrunk back from the raw intensity in his eyes.

"Don't touch me!", he roared. Wendy yelped and pulled away, retreating even furthur into the shadows of the trees. Peter looked at her in alarm and then guilt. He stood uncertainly in front of her. His hands awkwardly at his sides. Peter seemed to be struggling with something, it was clear at the expression on his face. Wendy heasitantly reached out and touched his hand. His gazed turned towards where their flesh met."Stop that", he said.

"Stop what" she asked him.

"That, this feeling", he gesticulated wildly."I don't like it when my heart races around you"

Wendy gaped at him."you feel that too?"

"Yes", he anwsered miserably."I can't seem to think around you, and when we touch, something happens, I don't know what it is but I don't like it." Wendy's face fell.

"Are you sure Peter?"

"Yes, why", he asked suspiciously."Do you know what it is?"

"It's love", she replied quietly.

"Love?", he said to himself."We are in love? You are inlove with me?"

"I believe so", Wendy said."Do you like it", she asked him with her words, but really was giving him the hammer that could pootentially crush her heart.

"I", Peter paused. He snuck a glance at Wendy. She looked extremely nervous. Was it this love thing he wondered. Peter posed a question." Wendy is love for grown ups?"

Wendy wanted to lie to him. She really did. She wanted to say no and that she loved him too, but as soon as she looked at those blue green eyes she was lost. Wendy couldn't trick him like that. She merely nodded, and Peter's nose imediantly wrinkled in disgust.

"love is for grown ups? What a dreadful thing it sounds like. I shall never fall in love, not with you not with anyone!" Wendy had no time to speak for Peter winked and gave her a lopsided grin before he took off into the sky leaving her all alone.


Wendy stiffled the sob that rose in her throat, and stood up from the bench. She wiped her watery eyes, promising herself she would never cry over that ignorant boy ever again. She would never think of neverland, or the mermaids, or the faries, or Peter Pan. It would be her undoing. She was to be wedded tomorrow to a seemingly polite man whom she had nothing in common with, but still what else was she to do? Only one could ever call her his, and that person, she decided she was done waiting for. This was the last night she would ever leave the window open for Peter Pan. Wendy carefully pushed the happiness, the friendship, the adventure, and the love out of her life. The window was closed, and she realised she was all alone. All alone except for the man that watched her shut the window for the first time in the eight years he'd known her. Peter Pan was to late.