Disclaimer: I do not own the story or any characters except the lost girls

Peter's Love

The window was wide open and Wendy had just tucked Michael and John into bed. A nice breeze blew as she pulled on her white nightgown. Before she rested her head on her special pillow she walked up to the window with a candle in her hand even though it was not needed. The moon was full illuminating the room. Her parents were away at a party and down stairs sat her babysitter reading a book. The large dog was chained outside due to obnoxious barking the other night.

Wendy stared at all the twinkling stars resting around the moon on a black blanket. Her eyes were wide as she watched a little flicker fall and grow big. The candle was set on the sill and her hand reached for an empty drawer on the dresser. They had wanted to capture fireflies soon this summer. Opening the jar, she was ready for the falling light. Wendy's eyes were not focused when the light landed in the jar. The lid squeezed on and she set it down to admire for a moment. All she was the twinkling gold light but her heavy eyelids kept the wings and body fussed.

Leaving Tinker Bell on the dresser, Wendy flung herself onto her bed. Before finally sleeping she watched a dark shadow roll into the window. She was too tired to rouse herself out of bed to check. Her head quickly filled with wonderful thoughts and she dozed away.

Slowly Wendy's eyes opened to a boy above her. He wasn't touching her but hovering above her. His eyes were a deep blue with speckles of gold. The dark blonde curls hung from his head. Carefully Wendy pulled herself up to sit against her headboard. His tan face was curious. Those eyes pulled her in deep as they looked her over. In his hand was a dark clump; his shadow.

"Fix me." His voice was velvet to her even though most would recognize the tension it held. He extended his hand holding the shadow. Wendy only nodded and crawled out of the bed. She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer ignoring the jar. Out came a thimble and a prepared needle. The boy was seated on her bed now. Long legs dangled over the edge and were lifted ever so slightly to indicate what should be done.

Wendy knelt in front of him and took the shadow. Matching the feet to his she began to sew. The first prick made Peter bark. She giggled slightly and her pupils widened. After one foot was secured she moved to the next.

"My name is Wendy, what's yours?" He looked at her as she worked.

"Peter Pan, you're the one who tells the stories." Wendy glanced at him. She told her brothers stories every night in order to make them sleep.

"Have you heard them?" He nodded in response. She could see he was biting his full bottom lip. It wasn't long until she finished. Peter stood to test out his shadow and Wendy walked over to the jar. Her eyes grew when she saw the tiny fairy.

Peter came over standing close to the story teller as he grabbed the jar. He began to open it and Wendy stepped back. He smelt like pine needles and dog.

"Her name is Tinker Bell and she is my fairy." Once the cover dropped to the floor the fairy sprung out and flew around the room making Wendy grin. "She lives with me and the lost girls back in Never Land." Her head snapped to him.

"Where's that Peter?" He looked at her and smiled a wide grin.

"Second star to the right and straight on until morning." Again the girl giggled and turned to fully face the man in green leaves.

"How do we get there?" He looked down and she followed his gaze to see he was starting rise off the ground. With a wink he grabbed Tink and shook fairy dust all over Wendy until she rose with him. The golden fairy quickly turned red and went out the window. His warm laugh filled the room as he took Wendy's hand.

"She gets so jealous when a new girl comes into the pack. Please join me Wendy and bring with you a new story every night." She blushed and looked down. Her stomach was flopping with nerves.

"Take me there Peter." His lips pressed against her forehead and off they flew. The curtains from the window flowed with them and the dog barked. Wendy's brothers were peacefully asleep even with the footsteps growing closer to the room.

Peter and Wendy hooked a right following the red glowing ball. It was far ahead and getting farther. Peter took Wendy to the entrance of Never Land but as they entered their hands slipped apart and Wendy dove in a new direction. Her eyes were on the red dot and she tried to follow the best she could.