A/N: This idea would not leave my head for the past week, so I decided I'd finally write it down. Please enjoy
I own nothing except my recurring obsession with Neverland and the boy who rules it.

It wasn't uncommon to hear the whispers in the hallway of her high school. No, it was a common occurrence to hear the hushed sighs, and giggles as the background to his every step. The stillness in the air that accompanies his very presence. But unlike every other female, and some boys, Wendy Darling was not one to accompany the crowd. It's not that she was oblivious to the mentions of emthe Pan's/em sexual prowess. It's just that the rumors didn't hold any mystery to her. Wendy knew the truth. After all, she was there when he learned.
Wendy is not by any means a whore. In fact, the rest of Storybrooke's population is under the impersonation that she is a child, too caught up in her stories to notice a member of the opposite sex in any way other than as a brother. It's hard to tell what set the events in motion, as Peter Pan had noticed Wendy since they were children. With her golden hair, deep brown eyes, and strength. He noticed the loyalty she held for her 2 brothers, and while she didn't get along with other girls their age, she was friends with many boys, who she lovingly referred to as her brothers. But most of all, Peter noticed her innocence, the purity that was Wendy. And however untouchable she was for the time being, Peter wanted her. And Peter Pan always gets what he desires.