Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any other characters, locations, etc. mentioned in the books and movies.

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Chapter 1 – Waiting

Rentun Avenue was pitch black. It was an early Saturday morning and the sun had yet to brighter the sky. The broken streetlamps contributed to this unusual darkness as they usually lit the streets to guide cars that passed by and the common character out for a simple walk in the night.

These streetlamps also aided a young girl in seeing the sky above her. Amy Renolds sat on the windowsill of her room in her home, marked as 32 Rentun Avenue. The girl's eyes were aiming for the stars. At least, she had hoped they were. Everything was so dark, she couldn't see the difference between a building and the sky. The darkness caused everything in front of her to blend together. A glimmer of relief would appear in her eyes every once in awhile, but soon after she would realize that whenever she thought she caught glimpse of a star, her mind was simply playing cruel tricks on her.

"Amy," came a tired voice from behind. "You're still up?"

Amy sighed to herself, although a part of her felt relieved to find that she was being pulled from the window at which she had been staring hopefully through for quite a few hours now.

Amy looked behind her as she stepped down from the windowsill. "Eric, what are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing," her younger brother said using a bored sort of tone. He glanced toward the small black clock sitting on the night table by his bed. "Do you realize what time it is?" he asked, looking back toward his sister.

"I'm sorry," said Amy. "I'll go to bed now." She had taken a quick glance toward the clock herself to find the large green digits telling her that it was almost 2:00 AM. Time really flew by when she sat at the window. It didn't feel like it, though. Whenever she sat on that windowsill, time slowed down for her. Sometimes she wondered if time had ever stopped without her realizing it. All she knew for sure, though, was that it had felt as if she had been at that window for ages. However, these days, no matter how much she wanted to she couldn't seem to pull herself away.

"He's not coming back, is he?"

"What?" Amy muttered, only half paying attention to what her brother was saying. She was so distracted that it took her a moment to finally register in her mind what he had said.

"Peter. Peter Pan. He isn't coming back, is he?"

Amy didn't respond right away. She simply stared at the floor as she seemingly drifted lazily toward her bed on the far end of the room. "Oh, Eric. Don't say that. Peter promised that he would come visit every day."

"But it's been two weeks!"

"He must be busy with something." Amy was trying to come up with as many excuses in her mind as she could to make up for Peter's lack of appearance. "Maybe he's just…taking a break from traveling," Amy said hesitantly, her eyes remaining on her feet.

"For two weeks!?"

"Maybe…Maybe the pirates have been giving him trouble!" Amy's voice softened, but seemed to grow a bit more nervous.

"For two weeks!?"

Amy finally gathered herself, attempting to swallow her nervousness. "Eric, don't be silly. He'll come back." Amy couldn't help but feel as if she may never see him again, though. Her brother was just a year younger than her, only 14 years old, and was certainly not naïve and neither was Amy. Although she tried her best to reassure Eric that Peter would surely return, the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if he would really come back.

Peter Pan was still a child, though, and as much as she loved him and missed him, she wondered how trustworthy his promises could really be. As she feared, a thought came to mind. Peter was the type of boy who wanted nothing but to have fun. All fun and no work. If he had one, that would have been his motto. A very rare look of fear appeared on her face as a thought arose.

"Amy, what's wrong?" she heard Eric ask as Amy continued to stare at the floor below her feet, which hung from the top of her bed, her toes inches from the wood. She seemed frozen, her eyes widening a tiny bit. There was a short moment of silence just before Amy shook her head, lifting her legs over her bed so that she could pull the sheets over her. "It's nothing," she finally muttered softly. After hearing Eric move toward the door, the light in the room went out.

Amy's mind wandered, though, her eyes glued to the ceiling. What if she was no longer of any interest to him? What if Peter no longer found her fun to visit? What if she was now just a waste of his time? She could feel the blood rushing now, partially from fear of whether or not that was really the truth and partially from anger at…

Well, she wasn't exactly sure what she was angry at. She just knew that she felt an enormous amount of anger swelling up inside of her. At that time, tears were beginning to swell in her eyes.

"No," she said softly, trying to hold back those tears.

"Amy?" came Eric's voice.

There was a moment of silence before he continued.

"Amy, Peter will come back. You said so yourself. So don't cry."