Ok this is just as stupid one-shot that I literally wrote in like 3 minutes... feel free to flame... not really. Please be nice. And Allison, don't bother reading any further.
It has been three weeks since Peter first took Wendy to Never-land. She had, every night, opened her window, hoping that he might choose that night to come back to visit her like he had promised.
And Every night he never came. She had tried jumping from her bed to John's, but nothing held the same amusment as flying through the air with Peter, laughing at Hook, feeling the sea breeze in her face, Hunting down indians.
In that time in her life it had been the one thing that had kept her from growing up, and slowly it was slipping away. Day by day, she began to lose hope that Peter would come back for her. She began to allow herself to grow up.
She began studying, and taking etiquite, and being seen and not heard. Her memories of what it felt like to be free slowly slipped away until one day she did not open the window at all. She got her own room, Then her own family until she was fully grown up.
All her childhood had faded away to nothingness. But how could she have known that all those years that she'd thought Peter had abandoned her, he was hovering in the shadows right outside her window, thinking the same thing.