It's been maybe a month, but I missed you guys! As promised, here is the beginning of the sequel to Neverland is Changing. I've recently learned that it's Never Land, not Neverland and Tinker Bell, not Tinkerbell, (embarrassing for a Peter Panophile such as I am! Oops!), so I'm going to write them correctly from now on! Enjoy the story! Read, review, all that stuff :) ~Alice

"Peter, darling… what are you doing by the window?" Wendy Darling-Pan silently padded up behind Peter and rested her hand on his shoulder.

Peter Pan sat on the window seat of her old nursery, hugging his knees tucked up underneath his chin, staring wistfully out at the blackness of the sky lit with stars. Wendy smiled. He was about Twenty Seven they had figured, but he still had quirks and did things that suggested he was much younger.

"Nothing Wendy, nothing." He swiveled around and looked up at her. She was still so beautiful to his eyes. She was older now. They'd been in London for about ten years, and she still remained the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. "How is little Jane? Did she go down quietly?"

"Yes darling, she's fine. Now what are you doing by the window with it standing wide open?" She leaned over him to shut it and draw the curtains.

"I told you, nothing."

"Honestly Peter Pan, who do you take me for? I'm your wife. I know you. You've been melancholy for a few months now. Tell me what's wrong,"

Peter sighed, and stood. "I was thinking about Never Land." He looked at her pensively.

"I see," said Wendy, her lips pursing and her face tightening a little.

"I knew you'd react that way, so I haven't said anything up until now."

Now it was Wendy's turn to sigh. "I'm sorry Peter. I didn't mean to respond that way. Go on."

"I want you to know, I don't regret my decision to come here with you," Peter said, coming to place his hand reassuringly on Wendy's arm. "I know you don't like to talk about it, but there are certain things I miss. I know you miss John and Tiger Lily and Nibs."

"Yes Peter, I do miss them. But they obviously don't miss us. They've never visited, even though they promised us before we left that they would. Nothing, not even a word."

"Maybe they forgot. It's easy to do in Never Land."

Wendy lowered her eyes, and shook her head as if trying to rid herself of her sorrow. "Maybe." She tried to brighten. "What were you missing about Never Land?"

Peter smiled, and turned her around so he could hug her from behind. "I miss flying with you over the trees. I miss splashing in the crystal clear water. I miss hunting and using my strength. And the Never Fruit. Oh the Never Fruit!" he wailed in a mock voice.

Wendy laughed. "I know! It was so delicious."

"Not as delicious as you," he said, kissing her earlobe.

"Now stop that!" she said pulling out of his embrace. "Jane is asleep in the next room, and we need to get up early tomorrow. The boys have school and they have to get ready for their recital."

"Oh right, that bloody recital. Curley banging on that blasted piano day in and day out. I'll be happy to have peace again."

"And you have work tomorrow."

Peter felt the same weight in his stomach whenever he thought about his job at the bank. He had moved up in the company slowly from janitor to teller and now an associate thanks to Wendy's father. Now he could provide for his family. This he had come to learn was a good thing, a noble thing; he had no qualms about that. He would do anything for them. But why did he still feel empty inside?

George Darling was always trying to instill in him a sense of honor and pride in his work, and he was grateful to him. But wasn't there more to life than filing, and money and loans? The numbers he looked at everyday had lost their meaning. This was not the world that John had talked about that held such options. Maybe if John had come with him instead of staying with Tiger Lily and their child, off having adventures and… No. He would not think about that. He loved his family; all of the boys, and now his own beautiful daughter. But sometimes, he felt that there could be more to life.

Mary Darling's voice called from the other room, jolting him from his reverie. "You two should be in bed! You both have a long day tomorrow!"

He smiled at Wendy and thought, not for the first time, how wonderful it would be to have a home of their own. Soon he would procure that for them. Living with Wendy's parents had its advantages. They had surprisingly taken him in without much questioning, only happy to have two of their three children back. They had loved him like a son, treated him like a son, which had been wonderful. He felt cared for but he and Wendy were grown. It was time for them to leave the nest and fly away.

Fly. Oh, what fun that would be! Soaring over London, off to find some new adventure! Again he had to snap himself out of his fantasy. He would not be flying anytime soon.

Wendy rolled her eyes at her mother's voice. "Yes Mother!" she called. Ugh! She'd had just about enough of living with her parents. But then she felt a wave of guilt pass over her. She remembered again the look on her mothers face when she had drifted into the nursery the night they'd returned. There was her mother laying in Wendy's old bed, looking older, tired. She'd been waiting for them to return for a whole year. She'd never given up that whole time, despite her Father trying to convince Mary that it was hopeless. Though she still believed that they might come home, she had swirled into a deep depression. A depression that had taken a toll on her physically, and Wendy could still remember her mother's eyes when they landed on hers that night. They were filled with joy but confused, and heartbroken too. It made Wendy shudder to think of the grief she had caused her.

But it was time for her and Peter and the boys and her own lovely Jane to find their own place in the world, out of the house of her youth.

Feeling rebellious, Wendy went to the nursery door and closed it, and walked back to Peter, slipping her hands around his waist with a sultry look in her eye. Peter's heart began to hammer faster against his ribcage. After all these years, she could still do this to him.

"Remember what I said a moment ago about going to bed?" she asked, kissing his neck, making his eyes close of their own accord.

"Mmhmm," he replied.

"Forget I said anything." She pulled his mouth to hers, and they sank to the nursery floor.