Summary: Rosie, an orphan living in the heart of London, has the dearest wish to fly away and find a family of her own. When she meets Peter Pan, this suddenly becomes possible but all the odds are against it. Will Peter be able to give Rosie the home she always dreamed of?

Hello. ^.^ I hope you like my story; this is the first Peter Pan fic I've ever written. So, here are a few things to keep in mind while you read. First, this is based off of the Disney version and everything that takes place here, has some basis there. I hate the real movie so you won't find anything of that sort here. Second, Rosie and Wendy look a lot alike so if you have trouble picturing her, think of Wendy with big, dark brown curls that reach just below her shoulder blades. A friend of mine is drawing a picture and I'll post that up on my page once it is finished so you all can see. Third, I hope you like it and be sure to write me a review. XD

Peter Pan: Home Sweet Neverland

Chapter One

Rosie sat in her bed curled up miserably. The beautiful dark curls that she always wore cascaded halfway down the back of her golden nightgown while, in the front, her small bangs curled over her forehead. Tied back into a small top pony with the rest of her curls hanging down, Rosie's hair was perfectly done but her character – shattered. Her gleaming brown eyes were now dulled due to the intensive crying she so often did; the golden nightdress that usually reached her toes and was currently curled up in her lap on the verge of being permanently wrinkled and her feet were bare sporting only a pair of black ballet flats. On top of her nightgown though, Rosie held a small, but thick book of children's tales open to a particular story she wished so dearly could be true.

The room was dark and the door shut tightly. The only lights in the entire gloomy space were filtering in through the window from the moon shimmering outside. Rosie moved the open book onto her messy, unmade bed and tiptoed to the window seat in the back of her room. Placing her elbows on the sill and leaning her head in her hands after opening the doors, Rosie looked out to the sparkling moon orb wistfully. She wished she could fly like the boy in her story book. It was tiring to live in the horrible orphanage! Yes, she was treated all right and it was better than being on the street, but Rosie despised living there. If only she could go to the place where nobody ever grew up. It would be the wonderful home she had always dreamed of. Tears began to well up in her eyes and drip down her cheeks as Rosie closed them and laid her head on her arm turning away from the moon.

Then she thought a bell had been rung and, what's more, it had been rung in an annoyed fashion that was familiar in a small way. It made Rosie curious and she lifted her head wiping her eyes of any tear traces before peering out. Standing on tiptoe, she tried to look over the rooftop that jut out from under her window and into the town below. Seeing nobody on the street below with the possibility of ringing or even having a bell, she sat back down.

Blinking her long, dark, lashes Rosie looked around again at her own level and the air around her. There was no change inside the room or out of it. Opening the window doors to their full extent, she stood and turned to see that the door to her room was still closed and locked. Nodding to herself, Rosie slipped out onto the flat rooftop outside. There was no more noise as the young girl tiptoed then sat cross-legged just beside the window and out of view from the inside lest anyone enter her room. She leaned her back against the white paneling that lined the outside of the house stationed orphanage and sighed.

Rosie gazed at the moon again as the second tear of the night slipped down her cheek. Then a shape moved in the shadows atop of the window frame. Rosie caught a glimpse of the movement and turned quickly. For a moment she thought she saw the vague outline of a hat and feather before it disappeared. Upon blinking, she saw that there was nothing on top of the triangular mini-roof besides shingles. Rosie frowned in confusion and shook her head slowly as she dropped her gaze to the tiled rooftop below her. An illusion created by her wistful mind and overactive imagination was all it had been. Lifting that now tear-filled gaze, Rosie saw a face before her so close that her nose touched that of the person in front of her. She let out a surprised cry and suddenly two hands came up and were pressed to her mouth intended to muffle it.

"Shhh!" the shape whispered urgently. Rosie blinked, twice. This had to be a dream of some sort. The hands moved away and a small ball of gold light floated over illuminating the figure before her. A young boyish face with shimmering green eyes and dark reddish brown hair was looking curiously back at Rosie.

"P-Peter?" Rosie gasped in awe. "Peter…Pan?"

The boy nodded somewhat curiously with wide eyes and floated back a few inches.

"Why are you crying?" he asked simply. Rosie blinked again in silent confusion before wiping her eyes quickly.

"I-I'm not!" she insisted.

"What was that?" Peter asked motioning vaguely with his hand. Rosie looked around her and saw nothing odd or out of the ordinary besides the things in front of her.

"What was what?" she asked.

"That you just did. Say something untrue." Peter clarified putting his hands on his hips and floating still quite curious. Rosie didn't know how to react.

"Tell a lie." She replied somewhat reluctantly in the end. Peter frowned and moved back to cross his legs in thought. It was then that Rose noticed he was floating in mid air.

"Then tell the truth." Peter said in somewhat of a commanding voice and shifting his gaze back to her. Rosie frowned at his tone.

"Please!" she corrected stubbornly. Peter blinked and Rosie decided she might as well tell him. It wasn't like anyone else cared enough to ask her. "Because I'm tired of living here. I have no family and even though they aren't completely horrid and make me completely miserable, I hate being stuck in this house doing nothing but lessons! I don't want to grow up as an orphan!" she said. Peter looked at her without even the smallest nod of acknowledgment but rather slightly wide-eyed. The solution popped into his head faster than even Tinkerbell could have discourage it.

"Come with me to Neverland!" Peter exclaimed lifting his hands into the air with such enthusiasm he was propelled back an inch or so. The reactions were almost as immediate.

"What?" Rosie asked in shock the same moment the small ball of light jingled in surprise. Peter nodded.

"It's perfect!" he said floating towards Rosie. "You'll never grow up there and you don't like it here." He said motioning to the surrounding area. Rosie's eyes glazed over with happiness as she clasped her hands together.

"Oh Peter!" she exclaimed.

"Come on then!" Peter said taking Rosie's left hand and beginning to fly forward.

"Wait, wait!" Rosie called as she was pulled to her feet and tugged a few steps. Peter turned and let her slip her hand away before clambering back through the window and into the room. She walked over to the bed and closed the story book with a small snap before hurrying to her chest of drawers in the corner. Peter floated into the room and scratched his head curiously. Floating to the bed he looked down at the book the turned and watched as Rosie opened the top drawer of the dresser. Floating over beside her, he landed on the ground and looked on. With gentle fingers, Rosie lifted out a silver necklace with three charms. The first was a small, square locket with vines engraved on the front. The second was a tiny capped, glass vial with absolutely nothing inside. The last charm was a tiny silver feather that made a small tinkling noise when it bumped the other two charms. Putting on the necklace, Rosie turned with the intention of clambering out the window to Peter but he was already beside her. She took a step back in alarm.

"What's that?" Peter asked oblivious and pointed to the necklace.

"A gift." Rosie replied simply and brushed past him. It was nothing special really just a necklace she had been given by a nice gentleman whom had found her on the street when she was younger before she had been brought to the orphanage. Peter watched but shrugged and followed then landed on the windowsill in front of her. Offering Rosie his hand, he helped her clamber back out onto the rooftop. Rosie was excited. She was finally getting away! Peter then let go and turned to fly away with a wave for her to follow. Rosie laughed.

"Um, Peter!" she called softly. He turned. "How am I supposed to fly?"

"Huh?" the boy asked spinning. "Oh right. Well you need to think of a wonderful thought." He said first. "Then, you need a bit of pixie dust!" he continued and turned to the small light. Rosie followed his gaze and saw that, upon closer inspection, it was really a beautiful little pixie. The pixie turned away and crossed her arms stubbornly. "Tinkerbell…" Peter cautioned. The pixie, Tinkerbell, stomped her small foot and flew away a few feet. Peter frowned and shrugged. "Fine, I'll just carry you." He said and moved to lift Rosie. Tinkerbell gasped a tiny ringing gasp and flew at Rosie before Peter could touch her. She circled once or twice then puffed away. Peter nodded. "Alright, come on now girl!" he called moving off the rooftop and motioning with his hand for Rosie to follow.

"My name is Rosie!" she huffed indignantly. Peter laughed.

"Alright fine. Come on Rosie!" he said and repeated the gesture moving a few more inches through the air. Rosie looked over the edge and peered down to the ground lost in thoughts about finally leaving the orphanage for good. Her feet suddenly left the ground and Rosie gasped.

"I-I'm…flying…" she breathed waving her arms up and down. Peter laughed again.

"Come on!" he called. "Off to Neverland!"

Peter flew up into the clouds with Tinkerbell following and disappeared. Rosie flapped her arms and propelled herself after them as best she could on her own. She had just caught up with them again when Peter went below the clouds. Rosie followed and looked down expecting a pretty sight when suddenly her stomach lurched. London was stretched below her in a wide sheet of far buildings and bridges and cars and all the city clutters quite far away. Rosie felt all happy thoughts vanish and she was suddenly spiraling down towards the sheet that was London.