A/N: For people who may be confused or whatever, Italicized is flashbacks.Enjoy!
"All children grow up, all except one." Jane closed the book silently, looking over at her little brother fast asleep. Leaning over she kissed his forehead and shut off the nightstand lamp and switching on his nightlight.
She walked back to her room, sore and tired from working all day, she looked in her mirror combing out her hair,
"That was a lovely story." A voice said from behind her. She turned around to see a boy no older than 18, leaning against her open balcony window frame. He was in raggedy clothes, he sounded British.
"W-Who are you? How did you get in here?" She demanded,
"I'm no one special, it's just I heard you reading and the way you tell a story; it's just breathtaking." He said, walking towards her.
"That still doesn't explain how you got in here." She said moving away from him toward the door.
"Oh, I flew in of course." He smiled.
"People can't fly."
"Well I'm not most people. And neither are you." Jane's back hit the door, as she reached for the handle ripping the door open to run. But he was right in front of her. She swung her hand to hit him but he caught it.
"You've got fire, I like fire." He smiled darkly,
"Who. Are. You."
"Peter. Peter Pan."
Peter tossed Henry an apple, Henry just let it fall to the floor. "I don't like apples."
"Who doesn't like apples?"
"It's a family thing."
"Well don't worry, they're not for eating. It's for a game, a very fun game." Pan pointed a loaded crossbow at Henry, "I call it target practice."
Pan placed the apple on top of Felix's head, handing the crossbow to Henry, the arrow tip dipped in dream shade. The rest of the boys gathered around chanting 'shoot'. Henry looked around they were all chanting, Peter standing in the middle waiting to see what Henry would do. He looked over to see one of the boys not paying attention to the "fun" and sharpening arrows.
"You won't hit him; trust yourself, it's exhilarating." Peter encouraged as Henry took aim at Felix's head. The chanting stopped; as Henry was about to fire he turned at shot at Pan, who caught the arrow like it was nothing. "I told you it was exhilarating, come on I have something to show you." He said leading Henry to a tree stump.
"You're missing all the fun." Felix said, sitting down next to the lost boy sharpening the arrows. There was no answer and just continued. "Ooooh, the silent treatment, aren't you a little old for that, Wendy-bird." The sharpening stopped, as Felix got up and left. She looked over at Peter and Henry sitting on the log, knowing what Pan was telling him.
"You're a story book character." Jane said, as Pan backed her back into her room, shutting and locking the door.
"In your world, but I am very much real." He smiled as she pulled her hand away.
"What do you want?"
"I need someone with imagination, charisma, someone who believes in fairy tales; a story teller if you will." He explained, lying on her bed.
"I don't believe in fairy tales." Jane said,
"But you do want one." He said getting up and walking toward her, "See I've been watching you for a long time, Jane Darling and I like what I see." He walked around her eyeing her down. She moved with him, keeping him in eye sight.
"What exactly do you know about me that isn't my name and my affinity for fiction?"
"I know that you want to be a writer, you love the color blue. Your father left when you were six, your mother spends half the night getting drunk and not giving a rat's ass about you and your brother. You grew up so fast that you don't even remember what it was like to be a child. I can fix that." He said standing in front of her. Jane looked at him, she didn't know if she wanted to punch him or cry. No one knew that much about her and no one should.
"How?"
"I can take you away from here. To a place were imagination runs wild and your dreams are reality." Pan explained,
"Neverland? Second star to the right and straight on till morning? Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes, not wanting to play his game.
"You'll have a family, me and my lost boys. No one will hurt you there." Pan persuaded, a tear slipped out of her eye. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to they both knew her answer.
"I can see you need some time to think this threw. I'll be back tomorrow night." Before she could say anything, he was gone.
The next night, Jane sat in her room, looking at a picture of her and her 5 year old brother in a park. It was one of the few happy moments in her life, little did her brother know that his life was about to change. She didn't hear the window open, but she knew he was there watching her. Jane turned around with tears in her eyes; she felt his rough callused thumb wipe the tears away.
"Don't cry Wendy-bird."
"What did you call me?" She looked up at him,
"Wendy-bird, Wendy is your middle name right? I thought it was nice." She swatted his hand away, "Don't think you can come in here, all hot and mysterious giving me nicknames and offering me a coward's deal for an easy way out."
"A coward's deal? Jane this is about your happiness for you to have your happily ever after." Pan said, sounding slightly hurt that she would accuse him of such things.
"My happily ever after? In Neverland, with you?"
"Exactly." He smiled, she scoffed turning away from him. He came behind her, whispering in her ear. "Forget them Jane, forget them all, come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again." His voice sent chills down her spine and something inside her trusted him. She turned to him, getting lost in his eyes.
"Never is an awfully long time." He smiled as he offered her his hand. She took it without hesitation as they flew off into the night.
Henry sat on the log looking at the picture of himself that Pan showed him. "I'm guessing by that look on your face, that he told you." Henry turned around to see a girl, 17 years old, tan skin, black hair that went blond half way down. "You're a girl." Henry said,
"Very good," She joked smiling, "I thought Pan only took boys." Henry asked,
"That's what I thought too." She said, taking her hood down and sitting next to him, offering him an apple. "I promise you, it's not poisoned." She laughed, but Henry just shook his head, she shrugged taking a bite out of it.
"Are you Wendy?" Henry asked,
"Wendy? God, no! She was annoying, cried a lot. No, I'm Jane. Although Wendy is my middle name and my last name is Darling, the irony of that." She said taking another bite of the apple. "You know he's right you know." She said, taking another bite.
"About what?"
"You, being the truest believer. You can bring magic back, hell, you made the pixie dust work, that's gotta count for something."
"He told me I can save everyone."
"Oh what, he told you that b.s. story about how he believes you'll save magic?" Jane said,
"What you don't believe it?"
"Oh no, I believe it. But the real question is, do you?" Jane said, walking away leaving him with his thoughts.
Jane sat staring at the fire, everyone else was asleep. She couldn't sleep, her mind was wondering again.
"It's late Jane, come back to bed." Peter said groggily from behind her. Jane just continued to stare into the flames.
"What are you planning on doing with Henry?" She asked not looking up at him.
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean." She stood in front of him, "I swear to God Peter, if you hurt him-"
"You'll what? Kill me? You've tried that, remember how that turned out? You don't worry that pretty little head of yours about Henry." Peter explained.
"What about his family? They'll come for him, and now Baelfire is on the island-"
"I told you I've handled it. You still don't get it, do you? This is my game. I make the rules, and everything is falling into place."
A/N: Hope you guys liked it, I love love love Peter Pan on OUAT. Not only is he hot, the actor is brilliant and is such a awesome villain I honestly got chills from the Nasty Habits episode. But yeah, I liked the idea of having Wendy in Neverland and they didn't really do it, so this is what became of that in my head. So hope you liked it, review with your likes/gripes/words and wisdom.