This is the first peterpan story I ever wrote and it now currently being added on to. I hope you like it:)

Wendy had been clutching the window frame for so long that her fingers were numb with cold and even if she had the will to it would be difficult to let go.

"Wendy what do you think you're doing shut this window at once it's almost snowing!" Her mother gasped crossing the room in quick light steps. John stood at the door concern etched all over his face. It was clear he had been the one to summon her. I didn't move an inch.

"Wendy?" Her mother lost her disapproving tone "Wendy what's wrong?" She obviously saw my tear streaked face.

"He, he, mother why isn't he coming back?" I hiccupped pathetically

"Oh" She exclaimed wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug I knew she didn't have anything else to say. None of the adults had any idea of what do any time Peter was mentioned. Had no idea what to make of him.

"He's probably busy playing with Captain Cook or talking to Tinder Bell"

I moaned in frustration did adults ever listen?

Mother tried to prise my fingers away from the window sill but it was like they had frozen there. I searched the sky hopelessly and mother gave an agitated sigh patted my head and walked away. She would come again in another half an hour. About 5 minutes past and Nibs slowly approached me.

"Mo- Wendy what's wrong" He whispered

That almost made me smile; it was hard for some of the lost boys to break the habit of calling me their mother. Sometimes they would say it in front of the adults and receive very strange looks. I knew MY mother was very unnerved by this. With effort I slowly forced my fingers to release the window. It hurt I could feel my hands cramp up in minutes but I invited Nibs into my arms and rested my chin on top of his head.

"Nothing Nibs...I just miss... father sometimes"

My breathing hitched slightly words ran through my head reflexively

I will not grow up. You cannot make me.

I ground my teeth together forcing the words to leave my mind

Nibs looked up at me feeling the tension

"Father" He murmured fiddling with the acorn necklace around my neck. I never took it off. Ever.

We stayed like that in each other's arms staring out the window for ages until Mother had no choice but to bring Father in to send us all to bed. I heard her worried voice way before they entered the room.

"George she won't move. It's him again, that boy" to which my father replied

"Honestly I worry about that girl"

I didn't want to hear any more of their words. I stopped listening.

Soon I was in bed pretending to sleep. I had my own room now 2 doors down from the nursery and this window to stood wide open. Desperate half hopes. He had probably already forgotten. I brought the blankets up to my chin and shivered deeply. The air was very chilly. There was a knock at the door and I rolled over squeezing my eyes shut. Hoping whoever it was would go away soon.

I heard a groan followed by laughter

"Don't worry she's not really asleep...I don't think she sleeps at all anymore...isn't that right Wendy?" That was slightly's voice I could almost hear the smirk in it. I didn't answer which caused him to chuckle.

"K well doesn't have too much fun without me" He said closing the door behind him, closing whoever else was here in with me. I sat up tiredly It was probably one of the boys wanting a story or a hug or something but my nerves were on edge and I had very little patience.

"I'm tired cant this wait till morning?" I grumbled

"Well I was expecting a little more ensuthiasm than that" Said the voice "But if you wish it"

I shrieked and jumped up tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face. Thank god it was dark. Not for long. I heard a bit of fumbling and Peter flicked on the light switch.

I detangled myself and sat down carefully on the bed

"What no dramatic flying entrance through the window?" I say with a touch of sarcasm

"Well I tried" He said a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows "but apparently a certain somebody doesn't sleep in the nursery anymore, I scared John half to death" He was close to laughter by the end of his sentence.

Barley able to control myself and now pretty convinced I wasn't dreaming I ran and jumped on top of Peter. He was not expecting this and we slammed up against the door.

"It's you, it's you, it really you"

"Wendy..." he murmured hugging me back uncertainly

I caught up with myself then and realised the effort in was taking him not to drop me

"Oh" I realised blushing "sorry"

He grinned and set me down but the smile dropped off his face immediately when he finally noticed the red around my eyes. I blushed deeper I hadn't washed my face after my little sob fest tonight.

"Wendy?" He asked hesitantly "How long have I been...you know...gone?"

"Well the last time a saw you was a little over 4 months ago I think" It impressed me that my voice didn't break.

"Why do you ask?" I wondered

"No reason" He hedged then suddenly smirked. I followed his gaze to my necklace then covered it up with my hands.

"What" I said defensively

"Nothing Wendy, nothing at all"

I narrowed my eyes at him but let it go inviting him to sit on the bed with me

"So what's new?" I say brightly

"Nothing, me and Tink had a race yesterday, from one end of Neverland right to the other side" His hands moved to prove his point. Peters green eyes lit up exactly the way she remembered. He looked like a little kid on Christmas day.

"Do I even need to ask who won?" I smiled

"Nope" He snickered

"Ah... I'll have to congratulate Tink when I see her"

He instantly looked outraged "Hey but I was the one who-"

I shushed him violently with my hands hearing voices outside my door Peter looked at me a little panic stricken but mostly curious. Finally a knock sounded on the door.

"Quick" I hissed "Hide" and Peter Being Peter flew straight up into the air.

"Not what I meant Pan" I grumbled but it was too late Mother and Father were already opening the door. I didn't even get time to turn out the light so I just sat there trying to look innocent.

"We heard voices" Father said promptly giving me a suspicious glance and crossing the room to shut the window. I didn't protest...which made him more suspicious.

"I, I was sleep talking" I say jittery I'm so wound up I'm almost restraining myself from bouncing up and down on the bed. It was a pathetic lie.

"Sleep talking?" He said in surprise giving me a pointed look. Mother sat down on the bed gently

"Wendy" She began "I know you're going through some...depression" She used the word uncertainly but continued none the less "and we think it would be best if you went to stay with Aunt Millicent for a while you know get your thoughts off... this Peter"

I didn't understand what they were saying but I heard a hiss from above my head and I knew Peter did. I winced hoping they wouldn't catch it. Wouldn't glance up reflexively.

"What do you mean" I said dumbly of course logic was attempting to lodge itself in my brain but I wouldn't let it.

"It would teach you to become more lady like, it would help take your mind off things, and Wendy you can't put off growing up forever" The last words were stern but I repressed a smile. I could put it off, if I really wanted to. Peter didn't have the same reaction to their words as me he made an angry and rather loud noise at the back of his throat.

Father paused a strange expression on his face

"George?" Mother asked

"Uh what yes sorry, what were you saying?"

I saw my chance "Mother, Father I'm awfully tired could we possibly discuss this in the morning?"

Father collected himself quickly "Yes I suppose that would be more prudent, but remember Wendy we need you to think about this seriously"

"Yes Father" I said he kissed me on the check on the way out Mother close behind him throwing me worried glances.

"That was to close" I said jumping up and closing the door firmly locking it behind me.

"Honestly have you ever heard of keeping quite?" I flicked off the light and spun around. I didn't expect Peter to be that close to me and I bumped right into him.

"Ouch" I muttered he surprised me by being livid

"You're going to leave" He said flatly

"What oh no of course not"

"You're going to grow old"

"Well yes of course but not right away"

We were closer now; I could feel his surprisingly warm hands rest on my shoulders

"Don't go" He pled fiercely

"Peter" I said not having anything to say but feeling like I should say something

"Wendy" He said "I think I, well I can't be sure but, I think I miss you"

I grinned and repressed a laugh "I know I miss you peter, a lot"

"But if you leave" He began

"Oh so it's alright for you to go off whenever you please but I have to stay put forever until you have a random whim to visit again?"

I know I hurt him; he dropped his hands like they had been electrocuted. Suddenly we became aware of more voices outside the door. Desperate protesting voices.

(In the nursery)

"What do you think their doing" Twin one whispered in the darkness of the nursery

"Dunno" Said John

"I'm glad he came tonight" Said Nibs satisfied

"Bloody Hell" Slightly exclaimed in Horror

"What" The rest chimed in with concern

"You don't think, their well, thimbling?" His voice was contorted with dread

"I told you it's not called thimbling its called kissing" John said impatiently but he was drowned out by sounds of outrage

"No!" Cried tootles

"They can't" cried twin two

"Disgusting" Said Michel

"Filthy" Curly agreed

"That's what mothers and fathers do" John reasoned

"But Peter isn't our father anymore" Slightly said "Neither is Wendy...she is our sister"

"We must stop it" Twin one said obviously as if it were the only solution

"Aye" Curly seconded

John sighed as the boys padded out the hallway and stopped in front of Wendy's door on silent feet and all would have gone well if they hadn't been intercepted by their real mother and father.

"Michel?" Father said coming out of Wendy's room looking put out

"Good grief what are all you children doing up at this hour?" Mother gasped it was one thing for just Wendy but all the boys as well?

"Mother and Father are thimbling we have to stop it!" Cried Tootles in a moment of pure panic. He had been riled up by the rest of the boys.

"All of you stop this nonsense right now" Mr Darling said tiredly "Go to bed" This began more loud protests

"Why on earth is all this noise going on right outside my door?" Wendy exclaimed opening the door suddenly. Her face was very flushed.

"Oh no" Cried the twins at the same time

"They have, they have!" Nibs pointed at her face

"Wendy!" Michel said

"Thimbles...at this hour" Slightly said in that superior tone he had.

"ENOUGH" Father said "Back to bed every single one of you"

"But" All the boys said

Wendy looked immensely embarrassed "It's ok" She said to them "We haven't...exchanged thimbles" She glanced quickly at her parents.

"Oh" Slightly said awkwardly "Um"

"IF ALL OF YOU ARENT IN BED BY THE COUNT OF 3" Father began but he didn't even need to finish his sentence for they all scurried back to their beds.

Back in the nursery Slightly got several pillows thrown at his head.

"Ouch" He mumbled "It's not my fault"

"Bloody Hell, you don't think they might be thimbling?" Nibs mimicked irritated

"Shut up"

"Peter" I whispered It was now too risky to turn on the light but I couldn't make him out in the darkness.

"Hmm?" I located his voice and could just make out the silhouette of him sitting on top of the wardrobe. I don't say anything just sit back on the bed. His mood shifts again suddenly.

"Hey Wendy?"

"Yes?"

"We could do it you know, exchange thimbles"

I chucked a pillow at him but my aim was bad and he was to far up anyway. He laughed. I'm glad he couldn't see my immense blush but it was irritating sitting in the dark so I turned my bedside lamp on very low just enough for the light to permit me to see his face. He was lounging against the wall legs crossed resting at the top of the wardrobe as I expected. He seemed to be fiddling with something and after a while I realise it's my kiss. Thimble. Whatever I'm supposed to call it now and he had the nerve to laugh at me for wearing the necklace. I don't comment though.

"Peter" I say suddenly "Where is Tinkerbelle?"

"Tink...huh what?" I was pulling him from some other train of thought but then I see realisation cross his face.

"Actually I'm not sure; she did come here with me"

I sighed and started fiddling with my own kiss, a few minutes later I heard the sound of his feet hitting the floor. I looked up. You're not leaving are you?" I said panic stricken.

"No" He said hesitating "Although I should find Tink"

"Don't" I pled "I mean I'm sure she's fine"

"Ok" He caved easily "I have to get back before dawn though"

I didn't question this but I stepped closer to him again

"So how have you been?" Said Peter not moving away

"Alright...Lonely"

"Lonely" Peter said raising his eye brows "What about the lost boys, surely you have some company?"

I sighed "not that type of lonely" I said breaking eye contact

"How many types of lonely are there?" Peter said determined to understand

I don't know how but somehow the air got harder to breath and all I could focus on was his lips, involuntarily I leaned in to touch his lips with mine nervously. He didn't respond but didn't push away either and when I stepped back I didn't know what to feel. Peter obviously didn't know how to feel either because he tried to speak 3 times and failed. Peter at a loss of words was something I thought I would never see; certainly I had never seen it before.

"That kind of lonely...just... forget it"

He came uncertainly closer rested one hand on my waist and captured my lips softly it was very quick very sweet and left me very stunned.

"I've been lonely to" He admitted and with only slight hesitation added his trade mark smirk on at the end.

"Ah um huh"

His smile slowly faded "Wendy?" He worried "Did I do something wrong?"

"No" I said firmly "I mean wow"

His cocky smile slowly crept back onto his face.

"Peter?" I said in alarm as I saw him heading towards the window "Where are you going?"

"Wendy it's almost dawn...and I still have no idea where Tink is"

"Oh" I said reality slowly creeping up on me

"Don't worry I'll come back" He said earnestly running back to me and making me look him in the eye. I blinked and looked away. I didn't doubt he would come back... the question was When? When would he come back?

"I, I know" I stuttered

He gave me one long intense stare before vanishing out the window I think I heard him calling Tinker bell's name in the distance but that thought only occurred to me later at that moment all I had the strength to do was curl up in bed and fight back tears.

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