Hello and welcome to my story! I've always wished that Peter Pan and Wendy had had more adventures and the ending had had a different outcome, and hopefully my story will do just that. Merci, danke, gracias, shukran and thank you for reading my humble story. :) LaDeDaDays

Forever

Chapter 2

Peter Pan did not like to be told what to do, especially by adults or by anyone actually. However being asked to do something by a fairie king and an adult human are two very different things. Once arriving on Earth, he found himself in London, at first he was overwhelmed with memories, he had stashed firmly away, from his childhood resurfaced themselves and he had to fight to regain control over them.

Where do I start? He wondered as he floated over the sleeping city. He absently thought about the summers of his younger years spent in a huge park with trees as tall as the sky. He shook his head; he must find this chosen one but where…

"…and Cinderella clutched her sword and faced down the pirates with quick and deft swordsmanship…"

Peter paused at a window of a gigantic mansion with white trimming around the edge and tall chimneys stationing the roof like soldiers. He peered in and saw a girl, of about his age, talking to a picture of a beautiful woman with dark hair in ringlets with sapphire blue eyes. There was something about her voice, he didn't know what but it drew him to her. When he looked again she seemed to glow and he remembered the fairie queen's parting words.

"You will know my child, you will know." And do you know what, he did. For Peter returned to that room every day, he never had the courage to talk to the girl but he listened. Whilst he listened he learnt a lot, for instance, the girl's name was Wendy Darling and the woman in the photograph was her dead mother. He learnt that most of the girls did not like her and she was very lonely. Sometimes, when she was asleep, Peter slipped into her room and floated over her bed. She was beautiful but he hated the way she made his stomach flip and his body tingle, he didn't like not knowing things and he did not like this feeling. Wendy always slept heavily and he took that for granted, so when she opened her eyes one night when he was hovering over her bed, Peter was taken completely off guard by the bright blue of her eyes that he froze. However once he had gathered his senses he shot out of her window faster than she could shout "Wait!"

Peter knew he had to tell her to come back with him to Neverland and decided that the next time he saw her he would, he'd even bring her back by force if necessary. So Peter Pan waited for Wendy Darling outside her window, he had now realised that he was at a school and a grand one at that. He watched the girls trudge to and from the huge main building. That evening he noticed Wendy was taking an awfully long time to get back to her room and he was getting bored. Suddenly he heard a door slam open and saw Wendy stomp into her room, her hair wet from the faint drizzle and eyes shiny with unshed tears throw down her bag and collapse on her bed. He watched her fall into a fitful sleep and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now with this thoroughly unhappy girl. It was then that he eased open the window and slipped silently into her room smiling like a cat as he did so.

Wendy tossed and turned in her sleep, dreaming of the green eyed boy who had haunted her thoughts all day and gotten her into trouble with Miss Landly. Wendy….Wendy….WENDY WAKE UP! Wendy shot up in bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looked blearily around. Someone had been calling her name; she looked at the clock on her side table the clock's smooth white face showed it was 3 am. She groaned and slipped out of bed, seeing as she was awake she might as well get some water.

"BOO!"

Wendy stifled a scream as she fell backwards; hitting the floor with a thud she glared up at the chortling figure that had caused her to fall.

"Who are you?" she cried, still glaring. "You didn't half scare me, who do you think…" she trailed off when the boy stepped into the light from her bedside light. It was the boy from her dream! She rubbed her eyes, she wasn't dreaming; the boy had the same grass green eyes, tousled blonde hair and was covered in green leaves. She also noticed that he was absolutely filthy!

"I am Peter Pan, come with me to Neverland" Peter said placing his hands on his hips, a cocky grin on his face. Wendy looked at him, a smile twitching the corners of her lips up.

"Neverland? Where's that?" Wendy tilted her head, eyes sparkling.

The boy, Peter, flew to the window, "Second to the right and straight on till morning." Wendy rushed to the window gazing across the sleeping city and up into the sparkling heavens.

"But how will I get there, you can't expect me to fly!" She giggled nervously, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She found herself deeply unsettled around this scruffy boy, was it his boyish features or easy grin? She did not know. Maybe it was that he had this sort of light that pulled her closer to him without even realising it.

Peter turned to her, "It's easy," there was that smile again, "think happy thoughts and they lift you into the air!" As if to demonstrate he swooped up to her ceiling and swung from the light fixture. Wendy looked up at him sceptically before closing her eyes, screwing up her face and thought the happiest thoughts she could muster.

Peter watched this strange girl; he could not help himself from smiling at her expression. Slowly, he almost didn't notice it at first, but Wendy was starting to glow. For a moment it looked like glittering wings had sprouted from her back but he shook his head and the vision disappeared. His eyes widened as she started floating up and up, her face still concentrating hard, until she bumped her head on the blue ceiling.

"Oh!" she cried eyes wide with shock. "I did it! I really did it!" She laughed and flew around her room, twirling and twisting in the air like a bird. Wendy couldn't believe it, she was flying, and she floated on her back in the air kicking her feet in excitement.

"So…will you come with me?" Peter asked hovering over her in the air. Wendy looked at him, his evergreen eyes shone with excitement and adventure but deep down she could just make out the tiniest hint of worry.

"I don't know …I have school…and…father" with each word, Wendy dropped down and finally landed flat on her bed with Peter suspended above her. He frowned at her and flew to stand on her bed posts.

"There are mermaids" Wendy snapped her head up,

"Mermaids?" she asked.

"Fairies…" he whispered looking through the bars of her bed.

"Fairies!" she exclaimed, starting to lift off her bed.

"There's adventure Wendy, waiting for you in Neverland." Peter reached forwards and took her hand, gently pulling her towards the window. Wendy smiled and allowed him to guide her, until she reached the window sill. She turned to face her room, the haphazard books, the mussed up blankets on her bed and the photo of her mother.

"Forget them Wendy" he whispered in her ear, she tilted her head "Forget them all and be free…" a smile spread across her face. She turned around and took Peter's outstretched hand.

"Let's go" and the two companions lifted off into the night.