Young Love in Neverland

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or any of the stories characters, I just want to write whatever comes to mind.

Author's Notes: I decided to do another thing that was different from pokemon. I have a huge writers block for aaml, so if you have any suggestions please tell me. Anyway, here is something that I had a dream of, don't ask me why I had a dream about it, I don't know. The setting is in World War II, so that would explain the army guys. I got really mixed up with the age thing, so just hang in there for me. I would also like to thank Flying Linia for helping me with this fic. Enjoy!

Peter gently swayed in his hammock and played on his whistle while he thought about the Darlings. He did have the lost boys, but it wasn't the same after the Darlings left. He didn't miss Wendy as much as he missed John and Michael, she just acted too much like a girl. He knew that she was a girl, but she just seemed like she couldn't take care of herself at all, she always needed him to take care of her. Her brothers were a different story; they went out and did whatever they wanted, while she stayed with him all the time trying to get his attention or something. At any rate, he still missed them; after all it was twenty-five years ago when they left. He did go by their window every once in a while to check up on them, but found out that they have all grown up. John and Michael have stared their own families in other cities, and Wendy has married, but stayed at the house. She had two kids and has grown up into a thirty-eight year old. Her oldest child was considered an adult now, since he just turned eighteen. Peter stopped seeing Wendy after she had her second child about twelve years ago, and wished her the best of luck with the rest of her life. He knew that he couldn't keep seeing her like he was because he had already grown a year in age by going back and forth. Maybe it was time to go and see her again, he wanted to see how much the town and nursery has changed.

Peter slid out of his hammock and glided down to Tink, who was just getting back from her early flight through Never-never land. "Hey Tink! How was your flight?" Tinkerbell made her few remarks in her fairy language and then sat down onto her flower chair. "Tink, I'm leaving for a while, I'm going back to visit Wendy." Tinkerbell stood straight up from her chair and stomped her foot in response. "Sorry Tink, but it has been a while, and I want to see what she is up to." With that he flew off into the direction out of Neverland.

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"Stay where you are, Hook! Or I will cut you down to size!" A twelve-year-old girl jumps up and down on her huge bed and swings a wooden play sword at an imaginary foe. Attempting to give the fatal blow to the invisible fiend, she jumps off balance and falls to the floor. "Alright, time for bed, Ana," a voice comes from behind the slightly open door. "Oh, but mother."

"No, 'oh but mother' me young lady, now get off to bed, that is enough sword fighting for tonight." She went over to her daughter and tucked her into bed.

"Mother?"

"Hmm?"

"When do you think father and brother are coming home from the World War?"

"Oh, Ana. Your brother just left to go off to war yesterday, you miss him already?" She started to stroke her daughter's dark brown hair trying to comfort her.

"Terribly. But you know what would make me feel better?"

"What is that?"

"Your story of Neverland, Captain Hook, and the heroic Peter Pan!" Ana said as she started to jump out from under her bed sheets with excitement and a twinkle in her bright, Chestnut eyes.

"Alright. It all started in this very room, at that-" she was cut off by a loud knocking at the front door. "What's the matter, mother?"

"Ana, remember that place I told you to hide in?"

"Yes."

"Well, go and hide in it, and don't come out until I come to get you or when you hear all the people leave, alright?"

"Yes, mother." The knocking had became louder at the front door and the mother hurried to get Ana to safety. As soon as Ana was safe she ran down the steps and opened the door. Two tall men in uniform were standing in front of her. "What can I do for you two gentlemen?"

"We need you house madam."

"What for?"

"For war purposes, that is all we can tell you." They took both her arms and took her to a truck and waited instructions from their commanding officer.

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Ana stayed hidden until she heard the front door shut for the final time. 'I wonder where mother is and why those men were looking all over our house.' Ana crawled out from her hiding space and heard the nursery window open. She grabbed her wooden play sword and peeked around the corner to the figure in the open window. 'How did someone get all the way up here?' She slowly made her way toward the figure making sure she wasn't heard.

"Hello? Anyone here?" The form started to talk out into the room. "Ah ha!" Ana jumped from her position swinging at the shadow. The person just lunged to one side and Ana was on the floor once again. "You know that would be more effective if the person you are trying to surprise doesn't hear you, right?" the figure held out his hand to help Ana off the floor. "Who do you think you are?" Ana started to yell at the intruder.

"Well, who are you, and where is Wendy?"

"How do you know my mother?"

"Your Wendy's kid?"

"Yeah, and the name's Ana, now answer my question, just who are you?"

"Your mother never told you about Peter Pan?"

"Peter . Pan? Oh yeah, prove it!" Peter jumped up from where he was standing and flew a few circles around the room. Ana covered her mouth with her hands and watched with disbelief as Peter stopped making circles and floated in mid air sitting Indian style. "Well now do you believe me?"

"Your real!?"

"Of course I'm real, what else would I be? Now answer my question. Where is Wendy?"

"I don't know, some men came to the door and took mother with them when they left. And she told me to wait here until she gets back."

"Well, I don't think she is coming back anytime soon."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I haven't seen Wendy for about Twelve years, but if she is the woman in that truck down there, I think they might think about taking her somewhere else for a while."

"Oh no. Where are they taking her? If she doesn't come back, where am I going to go? There is no other place that I know of that is safe other then this house and this nursery."

"Except Neverland."

"What?"

"No one knows about Neverland except your mother, me, and you. How much safer can you get then that?"

"But my mother ."

"She'll be fine, and if she knows that you aren't here then you are with me, believe in me." Peter offered his hand out to Ana. "Well how do expect me to fly without fairy dust?"

"Just hold on." Peter took her hand and led her to the window. "Wait a minute. I can't leave in my night clothes." Ana grabbed a bunch of clothes, with her favorite pair of running shoes and ran into the closest bathroom then changed. 'What's with girls and clothes?' Peter thought as he waited by the window. Ana stepped back into the nursery with a black pair of pants, and a dark blue shirt on. "Alright that feels better," she took out a rubber band and put her hair up into a ponytail, "Ready to go."

"Right, now hold on." Ana grabbed onto Peter and he jumped out the window. As they flew out the window a pair of eyes watched as they flew out to the second star to the right a straight on till morning. "Hello Peter," Wendy whispered as the truck drove away with her in back, "Take care of my daughter for me."