(This takes place the time when Wendy is in her teen years. Peter pan is feeling lonely because of Wendy's boyfriend, Christian (no reference). Jack Frost has not become a guardian yet (appx 100 years before) and does not know Peter Pan's background or Neverland, only that he can fly like himself. So therefore, Jack is curious about Peter Pan in more ways than one thinking he can find someone just like him.

Reference are from Rise of the Guardians movie, Peter Pan live action, and Disney animation's Peter Pan, and all the Tinkerbell movies.

I do not own Rise of the Guardians or Peter Pan or Tinkerbell movies)

Chapter 1 The boys who Never Grew Up

Wendy just got home from school, relaxing in her bedroom writing in her journal at her window, closed. She wrote all the events of last week with her boyfriend, Christian, taking her out on a moonlight picnic. She smiled cheekily writing happily of her blissful adventure.

Meanwhile, Peter Pan, a boy with red hair and green eyes who wore a green outfit and hat with a bright red feather, sat on the very top of Big Ben glaring down at England with Tinkerbell on his shoulders. He scoffed as he could see Wendy writing happily at her window.

"Tink, she doesn't need me anymore. She completely forgotten all about me. I taught her how to fly!" exclaimed Peter. His heart was stabbed and tore up from watching Wendy.

Tink touched his cheek trying to comfort him, but he continued to feel bad for himself. "I gave her everything but now all she thinks about is him! You saw how she looked at him last night with those perfect eyes."

Peter's eyes were stinging from the tears he was pouring out. "Tink. hiccup Tink. hiccup She grew up."

A sudden gust of cold air ran against Peter's back. It snaked up his spine and followed along his neck, to his chin and stopped at his lips. The cold air surrounded his lips, then as he exhaled the cold hair, surprised, the cold air rushed into his mouth striking Peter's teeth and throat. Peter's eyes were wide and alive, more than they ever been these last few days.

What was that? He looked around feeling something there. Or someone. It's summer in the mainland. This is impossible!

Tinkerbell was the only one who saw what was happening. Another boy. A boy of icy white hair and pale skin and enchanting, blue eyes. He wore an ancient, brown tight pants and a blue hoodie with frost on the shoulders. To Tink's surprise he wore no shoes, unlike Peter, and his feet were white and seemed as if they did not have any existence of warmth. The cold boy was right in front of Peter's face staring deeply into his eyes, holding onto a flying staff in a shape of a hook.

Tinkerbell felt a warmth rush through her cheeks as she stared at this beautiful boy looking at Peter in a loving, curious way. She was losing her mind feeling her brain melt slowly out of her ears. She fell behind Peter's back and grabbed the back of Peter's tunic. Tinkerbell forgot she could fly... poor thing.

"TINK! I feel as if there is something there! Something horrid!" Peter exclaimed, screaming in the boy's face, jerking his body to and fro trying to spot this mysterious entity.

The ice boy laughed with all his might and shot a blast of freezing air into Peter's face. He flew backwards doing many back flips still laughing, the wind following him. Tinkerbell flew up over Peter's head to watch the boy. The boy's laugh was smooth and soft, yet still childish. Tinkerbell laid on Peter's hat watching him in awe.

"I let my hopes up again, thinking this kid can see me," said the boy. He walked on the air gracefully towards Peter.

Tinkerbell noticed him coming and flew in front of Peter's face. "Peter, there is a flying boy just like you but it seems like he is using blue pixie dust! But I don't see a fairy with him! Peter can't you see him?

Peter gawked in the direction Tinkerbell was pointing at, however he could not see what she saw. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Give it up, fairy. He doesn't believe in me. Just like everyone else in the world." the boy whispered into Tinkberbell's ear, smiling deliciously.

Tinkerbell's temperature rose and her face was bright red even if she felt the freezing wind wrap around her petite body. She shot away from him and returned to Peter's shoulder. "There! There he is, Peter!"

Peter saw nothing yet again.

The boy smiled. "So your name is Peter?" He drew his eyes toward Tinkerbell who was holding onto his red hair. "Hey, why don't you try making him believe in me. Because this game is getting old."

Tinkerbell blushed again and shook her head. "How do I do that? And who are you? A grown frost fairy!"

"Well, close."

"You're really a fairy?" Tinkerbell questioned, in confusion and doubt.

"NO! NO! Not a fairy!"

Peter interrupted, "Who are you talking to, Tink?"

"A boy who thinks he is a fairy," answered Tinkerbell slowly backing away.

"A FAIRY?!"

"NO! Stop telling him that!" the boy objected. He calmed down and quietly said, "I am Jack Frost."

The setting was quiet and heavy. Tinkerbell was now in the presence of the one and only Jack Frost, the boy who controls the frosty winds and with every touch is as cold as ice. He was famous with the fairies back in Neverland. The frost fairies worshipped him and adored him. He even had his own fanclub.

Tinkerbell fainted on Peter's shoulders.

Peter said, "Tink!" He took her off his shoulders and held her in his hands. "Tink! Did that fairy boy hurt you!? TINK!"

Jack took Tinkerbell and from Peter's hands. Peter only saw Tinkerbell being pulled by her dress, not using her wings at all.

"Tink?" questioned Peter.

Jack held her in his palm. "Oh she's ...," Jack gasped, "Oh I know!"

Jack flew off into the distance and rushed as the wind hit Peter knocking him off Big Ben. Peter fell and grabbed a hold of the little hand on the clock and forced it to hit three o'clock.

DONGG! DONNGG! DOONGGGG!

Peter turned his head and could see Tinkerbell shooting off far away from him. "TTIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNKK! Then Peter zoomed off into the air, leaving all his thoughts of Wendy behind him.