A/N: Peter and Wendy are both thirteen. This story is dark, but has a happy ending. It's how I wished the book and movies ended.
He was flying. He couldn't have been older then 13, on the cusp of adolescence. The dirty blonde streaks in his brown hair glowed under the mix of blue and silver moonlight. His face would have been unrecognized by many, but Wendy Darling would never forget it. His name was Peter Pan.
Peter glanced in the window. Wendy was sitting on the rocking chair he had remembered her mother sitting in when she had been waiting for her children to return. Her face showed only dismay and depression and Peter couldn't help but wonder what had happened to put the look in her eyes. Had it been him? Was he the cause of Wendy's depression?
Her head was placed on her hand and her eyes were downcast, reading a letter that was bringing tears to her eyes. He lightly tapped on the window, wondering if she would look up. Tinker Bell tugged on his hair, attempting to pull him away from the window. Wendy looked up with her tear stained eyes, but the sight of Peter made her eyes light up with pure excitement.
"Peter!" She cried, racing to the window to pry it open. "Peter! How I've missed you so!" The tears were still falling, but now with happiness and joy instead of sadness.
"I've missed you too Wendy Darling," he replied, brushing a few stray pieces of hair from her face. "Why are you crying?" He asked her. She shook her head, refusing to answer.
"It doesn't matter now. Are you staying?" He shrugged.
"Where will I go? Where will I stay? Wendy, I want so much to stay with you. In Neverland I have finally decided that I cannot live without you."
"Oh, Peter," she cried. "I'm so glad of that, so glad. But you are still undecided of whether you will stay or not?" He nodded. "Stay with us. John and Michael will love to have you and I…"
"You will what, Wendy Darling?"
"I would love it if you could stay."
"Can't you come with me? To Neverland?"
"Peter, my parents, my brothers. What will I tell them? How will they accept me leaving so easily?" She paused. "As much as I want too," Wendy murmured.
"I'll come back tomorrow Wendy. I promise you."
"But how do I know that?"
"I'm here now, promising you for tomorrow. I promise." Wendy nodded. She loved Peter, but Peter only loved her like a mother. Or so she thought. Maybe there was more there that was passing her eyes, going so fast that she could not see. She watched the young boy fly away as she rested her arms on the windowsill, sighing.
"One day Peter." As she watched him she noticed that Tinker Bell was not with him. Although Wendy didn't like her, she did care for her. She saved Peter from imminent death from the now perished, Captain Hook.
"Peter, will you really return?" He tended to be forgetful, sometimes mean and selfish, but Wendy could never relinquish her feelings for him.
He did care for her. Sometimes like a child would for a mother; sometimes like a husband would for a wife. Peter loved Wendy. If only he could get Wendy to stay with him in Neverland, forever. She would need to forget about her family, but she would have him. He would get her to stay with him, he was determined. He would visit as many times as needed to convince her. Because he wanted her.
What do you think? My other chapters will be longer, I swear. Review please!