I don't own Peter Pan, Wendy, ect... promise! :D I am writing this based on the movie. It is in present time. Same characters minus a few. Enjoy the story and PLEASE review! I love hearing feed-back, good or bad! Thanks for reading.

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Peter Pan. A boy living for adventure and fun destined to never grow up, living only in the stories told by sisters, brothers, mothers and fathers all over the world. This time, teenaged girl named Wendy Darling was telling the story to her young brother John just before bed time.

Almost done with the story, Wendy's voice was growing higher and higher. "Finally, with a mischievous gleam in his eye, Peter Pan raised his sword high above his head, not hesitating, and threw it down with as much force as he could to cut off the evil Captain Cook's -"

"WENDY!" Mrs. Darling yelled suddenly, bursting into the room. "What did I tell you about telling such graphic stories to John? Do you want him to have nightmares for the next week?" She asked, her hands on her him.

"No, mother. It's just that this is his very favorite story, and he really says that the nightmares are worth it!" Wendy suddenly regretted saying that last part, and prepared for the next long lecture about how she had to be careful about what she says around him. Meanwhile, in some strange place many miles away, maybe many universes away in a strange place called Neverland, a teenager boy was lying underground on a soft bed of leaves in his warm underground home restlessly rolling back and forth, shifting constantly to find a comfortable position. Frustrated, the ledgened Peter Pan quickly sat up, making his head spin. He rubbed his dirty, callused hands over his freckled face, squeezing his eyes shut waiting for the unsettling dizziness to go away. He proceeded to pull his knees up to his chest, rapping his muscular arms around his strong legs. He looked around the quiet, dark sanctuary looking at his friends, the Lost Boys who he had taken from Earth when they were left behind.

Lately, he had been having a very hard time getting to sleep. He wasn't sure why he could never sleep anymore, he knew that he definitely was getting tired of this insomnia. Well... maybe if I visited Earth, and look for those left behind boys... but we hardly have anymore room in here... just in case. But there was something else there... something he couldn't but his finger on. What was that feeling? While he flew through galaxies and clear of stars, he hit him mind wander, and it was driving his insane. What the heck was that strange feeling... like he was missing something? Never before had he felt something like this, and to feel it so suddenly, out of nowhere, was insanely annoying. Luckily he was finally silently gliding over England. It was late at night, but other than than Peter had no clue what day it was, what month, or what year, even. Time at never land got lost very quickly... not that it mattered, considering he went to those ghastly prison things calles schools. He was flying through a particularly nice neighborhood, when he saw just one house with bright light shining through the window. He heard stern discipling coming from the house, and being him, he was curious as to see what was going on. He landed silently on the window sill, and peered in. He saw a young girl with wavy brown hair spilling down her back in a while simple nightgown arguing with her mother.

"Wendy..."

"Mom. Listen!" Wendy interupted. "Really, those stories are not bad at all! All Peter Pan is about is a young boy that's never gonna grow up, that screws around with his friends land fighting pirates all day long! It's obviously nothing bad at all!" She shouted back, thinking it ridiculous to have to persuade her mother to let her tell this story of fake childish adventure. But, John did enjoy the story, which is the only reason she had been telling the story for all those years. On the window sill, Peter Pan was laughing quietly to his self, thinking how accurate the story she summed up to her mother actually was. Maybe I should introduce myself to this Wendy girl... and give her more wonderful stories all about me! He thought to himself, feeling happy. He decided to wait for her mom to leave, so she wouldn't make Wendy stop the stories all together.

"Okay, Wendy, fine. But no more blood and gore. Okay?"

"Fine. Bye, Mom." Wendy mumbled as she led her mom to the door. "Well, John, I guess were gonna have to tone down the story..." she said as she turned around, only to find John sleeping soundly. I guess mom's lecture put him to sleep... can't blame him. Wendy sighed as she plopped down on her bed, and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hand. Her mom sometimes...

Peter Pan watched her from the window, and then felt a pang of something strange in his stomach... something that made him want to run in her room and comfort her. What the heck? He thought to himself. What am I feeling... I don't like it. Maybe this girl here is dangerous. Hm... The more Peter thought about the strange girl, the more he decided going in there would be a bad idea. But why shouLD he be afriad of some silly girl? I think I'll ask Tink about this... feeling. Obviously this girl is no danger to me... but just in case. That's right... I'll talk to Tink. And with that, Peter flew off back to Neverland, leaving Wendy completly oblivious to the strange boy that had watched her though her window that night.