**Author's Note: Hope y'all enjoy the first chapter!**

Prologue

"Peter," I called, "You won't forget me, will you?"

"Of course not," Peter replied.

"Will you come back," I asked hopefully?

"Wendy, have I ever let you down," Peter called over his shoulder as he took a step off the balcony? He smiled at me one last time before taking off into the cool night sky.

I sighed as I watched him fly away from me, knowing that I may never see Peter Pan again.

Chapter 1: Seeing Peter

It's been a month since Peter left. A month in which I did nothing but watch the skies anxiously for him to return. After a month of searching, I was about ready to give up. I knew that I shouldn't spend all my time waiting for him but I missed him so much! I had taken to writing down everything in a journal, so that I didn't wake up one day to find that I didn't remember him or the many adventures we had.

My mum and dad were worried about me. I could see it in their faces as they looked at me. I didn't want them worrying. I just wanted to see Peter again so that I knew that I hadn't imagined everything.

That night, I swore to myself that if Peter didn't show, I'd forget about waiting for him and move on with my life. As I sat staring out the window, my eyelids began to droop and soon, I was asleep. I woke to the sound of the window opening and jumped out of my chair before my eyes were even all the way open. When they were, I peered up to see who had dropped through the window and gasped. It was Peter, here in the flesh. I was so excited that I ran and hugged him. I was a bit surprised when he hugged me back.

"Oh Peter," I cried, "I knew it wasn't a dream! I knew you'd come back!" I held on tight for a few more moments before letting go. He smiled at me as I quickly checked him over to make sure he was unhurt. "I'm fine," he said. "I was just coming to make sure you were alright and to warn you." I froze and looked up at him. "Warn me," I questioned?

He sat down and gestured for me to also. Once I had sat down next to him, he turned to me. "Wendy," he started, "Hook is still alive."


I stared at him blankly, not processing what he had said. "What do you mean 'still alive'," I asked? "I mean that he somehow killed the crocodile from the inside and got out," Peter replied matter-of-factly.

"Peter, what're we going to do," I asked, terrified after what happened the last time I saw Capt. Hook. I still had nightmares of what happened on that awful night.

Peter could see the terror in my eyes and knew that I was worried that Hook would come looking for me. "Don't worry," he said trying to soothe me, "I won't let him come near you." I smiled weakly but I was still terrified. "You know what," he said getting up and looking down at me, "Maybe we can hide you from him!"

"How on Earth could we do that," I questioned?

"We can convince your parents to allow you to stay with some friends of mine until we know you're safe. If we change your name, you'll be safe so long as no one finds out who you are. I can keep in touch with you to tell you how things are going and once Hook is taken care of, you can come back and continue on with your normal life."

I stared at him in awe for a moment before I actually began to consider. "Well," I started, "I suppose. It sounds alright anyway."

He smiled. "Great! I'll start making arrangements. Be ready within the hour."


Within the hour I was packed and ready to go. Peter wouldn't tell me where I was going so I hoped that my clothes would be alright.

I walked downstairs to where my family was waiting. I quickly hugged them goodbye and promised that we'd find a way to keep in touch. Then I turned to Peter.

"Are you ready," he asked. I nodded, afraid that if I opened my mouth, I'd start crying. Peter took my hand and led me out into the street. I waited by the gate while he called for Tinker Bell. When she finally arrived, he used her fairy dust to allow my trunk to fly between us and we took off.

About 2 hours later, we landed in front of a beautiful estate with a wonderful garden out front. It was perfect and I looked around in amazement as we walked up the pathway to the door.

"Wendy," Peter said, stopping on the porch. I turned to him to see him pulling a small box from his pocket. "I had the fairies make it for you as a parting gift from me," he said, handing me the box. I looked at him as I opened the box, and gasped as I looked inside.

Inside was the most beautiful silver locket I'd ever seen. It was shaped like a heart and had a small diamond in the middle. Peter helped me to put it around my neck and I figured it. I carefully opened the locket and listened to the music it was playing. I looked carefully and noticed that there was a picture inside. It was of Peter and I, together. I looked up at him, tearfully, and gave him a hug. "I love it," I said.

Peter smiled as he knocked on the door and almost immediately, the door swung open and a young woman came out. She hugged Peter and then turned to me and hugged me.

"You must be Wendy," she said. "Peter's told us all about you, dear." I blushed, wondering what he might have said. A man I assumed was her husband came out and hugged me too.

"Here," he said grabbing my trunk, "Let me take that inside for you." I followed the man inside and gasped when I saw the inside. It was beautiful with wide arches and high ceilings and beautiful pieces of art hanging on the walls. The couple led me upstairs and down a lavish hall where they stopped at the end of the hallway and swung open the double doors.

Inside was the most beautiful room I had ever seen. The windows opened outwards and there was a nice cliché in the windowsill with pillows where I could read or wait for Peter or just admire the grounds. The man set down my trunk at the foot of the plush, canopy bed. He turned to me and smiled.

"I'm so sorry that we haven't introduced ourselves yet. My name is Jonathan Foster and this is my wife, Emily." The woman smiled at me and led me to a large closet filled with clothing that I simply adored.

"We took the liberty of getting you some clothes as we were sure Peter hadn't told you how to pack." I smiled and shook my head. "Well then I hope that you like these clothes. Come on downstairs you look absolutely starving. We have hot apple cider and cookies in the kitchen."

I followed Emily back down the stairs, once again admiring the halls as we walked through them. Once we were all seated with steaming cups of hot cider and a plate of cookies, Peter filled me in.

"Wendy, these are 2 very good friends of mine and they're going to be your 'parents' while you are in hiding." I nodded. "Also, remember how I said you needed a new name?" I nodded again. "Well your new name is Brooklyn Foster."

**Author's Note: Hey guys! Hoped you liked the first chapter of my first ever fan fiction! Review and tell me what you thought. I hope to be able to continue and put up a new chapter soon. Talk to you guys later!**