A/N: This idea kept flying through my dreams. Literally. Peter refused to sit down. And don't worry, not all of the story is a monologue type telling. I just had to start it out this way to lay the story as not to get anyone confused. Plus it seemed true to the fandom itself to do it this way. I promise that the next chapter will just dive right into it.

Blanket Disclaimer: I do not own the story or movie adaptation of Peter Pan. Anything belonging to either franchise are used in a non-profit or right claiming sort of way.


Forever

Chapter One

The story of Peter Pan and Neverland has been told throughout multiple generations and multiple ways. Not so often told is the story of what happened to Peter Pan and Neverland once Wendy, her brothers, and the lost boys left the would be forever boy. At most it's hinted at or glossed over for the tail may seem a dark tragedy in comparison. Because the truth was that after Wendy left and took the lost boys with her, things were never the same. She promised to never forget about Peter nor her adventures in neverland but like all children save one, Wendy had to grow up.

As she grew up the stories and adventures she created with Peter Pan echoed through a children's tale though, indeed, they were quite real. Real as they were at some point even Wendy had started to believe that they had all just been a dream. A wonderful and sometimes frightening dream. Every Time a lost boy was adopted off or moved away to start a life on their own, the hold on the reality of the events weakened. Even the Lost Boys couldn't remember their time in Neverland. Instead their minds filled with the reason and logic of the time. And if they weren't to remember then how could one blame Wendy for thinking it but a dream?

Despite her mind slowly telling her that it hadn't been real, it was her heart that kept it truly alive for her. But with each passing year that Peter did not appear, the light in her heart dimmed. Until one day it was only the promise of a glow and she had, for all intents and purposes, moved on with the adult life she was supposed to have had. Which included getting married to a gentleman that treated her well and had the approval of Misses and Mister Darling.

What Wendy didn't realise was that it wasn't of Peter's choosing that he stayed away. Ever since she left, he and Neverland had never been quite the same. Though time itself worked differently in Neverland ever since forever, this only seemed to get worse. What was a year for Wendy was maybe thirty minutes for Peter. And each half hour that ticked by Neverland itself lost some more of it's splendor. Lost more of it's magic. In their divide, Peter had taken it upon himself to have the greatest adventure of his time - he needed to restore the magic that was somehow slipping through the cracks.

Though his efforts had never seemed to pay off. So by the time that he'd once more found London, it had been too late. His Wendy had moved on, forgotten him. Heart shattered, Peter did the only thing that a boy with too many emotions could do…

He chose to grow up and forget.

The boy who would always be a boy was no more. Soon he became a man. And men had to participate in wars. Oh Peter in his ever youth spirit lasted longer in the brutality of World War II than a lot of others, but the truth of the matter was that he didn't last long enough. On his death a name and a face slipped through the cracks: Wendy.

In a war bunker far away Wendy Moira Angelina, now Abbot instead of Darling, sat up in her bed in cold sweats. The name Peter fell from her lips sparking so much pain inside of her that she broke into tears she had sworn never to cry again. And with her children in the countryside and her husband off to war, Wendy let herself remember and weep for the loss of not only herself but of everyone and every generation from hence forth. For each tear that touched her nightgown, another Lost Boy remembered who they truly were.

Thankfully this is not the end of their tale. In fact, it's only the beginning of how Peter Pan and Wendy bring Neverland back to life. And that, my friends, is where our story starts.