Chapter 2: James? The Only James I know is Captain James Hook.

Out in the night air of London a small golden light was dancing around in the sky. And following it was a boy, a boy with red hair and leaf green colored apparel. It was Tinker Bell and Peter Pan who were exploring the night's peak over the darkened city. Just then a rush of wind sent Peter's hat flying off his head.

"Common Tink I have to go get it!" He said to her as he flew down to a roof top where it had landed.

She nodded as if she was coming, but instead the wind blew a certain something into her and she, instead of flying fell down onto the rooftop, entangled a certain white "thing".

"Hey Tink what are you doing under that thing?" Peter said, laughing at the fairy's struggle under the white cloth.

She managed to get her way out of it, red with anger, and when she finally did, she realized what she had been tangled up in and flung it at Peter.

"Hey what was that for? Why won't you hold it?" He said catching it with his fingers.

She pointed at it, and then made a movement as if she was blowing her nose, finishing the acting off with a disgusted repulse as if pushing it away.

"A handkerchief?" Peter said looking at the thing in its hand. "Awe Tink it's not that bad, it's just a little damp. Hey what's this on it?"

He opened the handkerchief using both hands and saw blue embroidering on it. He recognized that letter: W. But the rest? What did it say?

"Tink, what does that word say?"

She looked at it and made a small notion.

"Darling? It says darling eh?"

Suddenly she realized what it meant, but before she could try to change her answer…

"W. Darling? Wendy Darling? Tink this is Wendy's handkerchief! We better go return it!"

She was about to stop him when the boy flew off the roof and headed in the direction of the Darling Household. He hadn't been to Wendy's house for a long time, since Hook had been absent for sometime, the lost boys had been celebrating. He'd come on occasion but never heard any stories so he'd just left assuming he had missed them. He remained as naïve as ever to the on goings at the Darling house, and never questioned this either.

He flew up to the window pane of the bedroom, and looked in to see Michael and John fast asleep. But Wendy? Her bed was gone! The window was locked too! It had never been like that before! Wendy always kept the window open…and if it wasn't he thought that she had already gone to bed but even now she wasn't there! He looked around outside to see that a light pink curtain had fluttered outside of the window across from the boy's room. He crept along the side of the house and peaked in. A bed, an armoire, a mirror and a table with some sewing stuff, a few books and…he looked down to see a girl asleep by the window sill. He looked closer…it was Wendy! Her hair was a little longer, and her nightgown was different or something but it was Wendy. But something looked strange about her face? Her eyes looked red, and while she normally slept with a smile on her face, her mouth was in a sad arch. Suddenly noticed Tink beside him.

"Tink, what's wrong with Wendy? Is she sick?"

Tink thought about this for a minute. Then she had an idea; she nodded yes and then made a mimicking action as if she was dead.

"She's dead?" He looked down at Wendy, and then noticed that she stirred, moving slightly in her sleep, moaning as if she was restless.

"Tink! Don't do that!" He threatened the small fairy, as she laughed at her acting skills. She noticed that Peter was extremely angry so Tink sighed, and gave in. She nodded her head, in the fashion of telling him no. She mimicked the look of crying and pointed to the handkerchief.

"Wendy…crying?" He thought for a minute and looked down at her. "Well then she's going to need this then…" He was about to place the handkerchief back in her hand, when the wind blew rattling the windows, and surprised the flying boy. His hand instead brushed against hers, tickling her palm and she started to stir.

She began to flutter her eyes open. She felt a cold breeze…she must have fallen asleep near the balcony again…how silly of her. But what was this? A green blur? She batted her eyelashes again to see a boy in green clothing floating in front of her. Peter? Peter Pan? But it couldn't be? It was!

"Oh Peter!" She turned around and got off the sofa on the window and turned back to him. "You came?"

"Wendy, I came to return to you your handkerchief!" He bowed before handing out her small white handkerchief, as if it were a noble deed.

"Oh, thank you! How did you get it?"

"It flew into Tink!"

"Oh!" She giggled. "Well hello Tink."

Tink merely nodded at her. She knew Wendy made Peter happy, but she liked it much better when it was just Tink and Peter Pan.

"Wendy, why were you crying?" Peter said suddenly tilting his head as if he were confused about the thought.

"Crying? You knew I was crying?" She looked from him down to the slightly damp handkerchief in her hand. She then turned to the vanity mirror to see her slightly red eyes.

"Oh…that…"

"Wendy?" He noticed the slump in her body while her head hung down.

"Peter…I… I am starting to grow up you know. My father moved me to this room." She slumped down onto her bed, slightly bouncing from the impact as the mattress became still.

"Is that why you haven't told any more stories?" He said now sounding concerned.

"Oh Peter," She looked up at him in desperation. "It is, and I'm so sorry. I hear the boys playing every night. My parent's want me to become a lady, but I don't want to be a lady if I can't tell my stories…and then there's my father and that wretched boy." She tore her eyes from his down to the bed.

"The boy?" He asked, now even more curious. He sat down beside Wendy. He had never seen her so hopeless. She was always so talkative and happy.

"Yes, James."

"James?" He looked to Tink who shrugged and then went back to looking at her reflection in the mirror as if the story had less than amused her. "The only James I know is Captain James Hook!"

"Oh Peter, he might was well be Captain Hook! He made fun of my stories, told me that they were childish and dumb, and that you, Peter Pan didn't exist!"

"That I didn't exist?"

"Yes, and worst of it all my father wants him to be my suitor." She started to tear up in her eyes again.

"A suitor! … Wendy what is a suitor?"

"A suitor," She said whipping her eyes. "…is a man or a boy who is supposed to marry you when you become older…it is how a family starts…" She sniffed.

"A family? Like a mother and father?"

"Yes…" then she started to cry. "But he is a horrid boy, he is so mean and pompous and …I don't want to kiss him let alone have him as a suitor!"

"Kiss him?"

"Yes Peter."

"But Wendy what is a kiss?"

"Oh you still don't know Peter? Well then I should show you." She was about to kiss him on the cheek, and they
both closed their eyes, when Tinker Bell grabbed the closest thing to her; which happened to be a thimble and placed it in Peter's hand. He opened his eyes and jumped up.

"This is a kiss?" He looked at the thimble and back at Wendy. She was about to persist when she noticed her took something out of the pocket of his clothing. He smiled handing her a small acorn like object. 'Then here is a kiss for you."

"Well thank you Peter but…" She looked back up at his smiling face. It warmed her heart. "I will cherish it forever."

Tink stomped her feet on the ground angry with the result.

"Now Wendy, do you need me to fight this James boy? Like how I did Captain Hook?" He took his hand sword out and mimicked a fight. Peter Pan didn't really like another boy hanging out with Wendy and making her cry.

"Oh no Peter I could never." She said. "There isn't really any other way…I have to grow up now it's my only choice." She turned away and holding her hands down, hanging her head once again.

"Awh Wendy." Peter said trying to look at her walking around to face her.

"Oh Peter, you have no idea how many nights I dreamed of going back to Never Land. Of escaping this horrid fate…but I know it could never work out like that."

"Well why can't it?" Peter said looking at Wendy.

"Because you said it before; once you grow up you can never go back."

He looked at her. Sure she looked a little older, but so did he? He didn't age the year or so that she did, but his aging was small and gradual; years were days to Peter. Her dress was different, and she was a bit taller, but not taller than him even, and maybe her body started to look more like Tink's, but she definitely wasn't like a grown up. He new what those looked like.

"Well you don't seem grown up to me! Come to back to Never Land with me!" He offered his hand.

"Oh Peter really! Oh but what would mother say…and father…plus the boys…no they couldn't come…they need their mother; they are still too young. Can I just leave them here?"

"Common Wendy! That way you don't have to be with that James – Hook guy ever again!"

She laughed. "It's just James Peter! And yes, he is like Hook. I will have to consider a few things though; I can't just run off…"

She ran over to her desk and sat down. He starred at her. "Well Wendy what will it be?"

"You shall see Peter, in a moment. You shall see."

So does Wendy go with Peter? Will she actually leave the boys behind? Will James end up being her suitor? Will Tink's jealousy get the best of her again?
I also wanted to add the thimble and acorn "kiss" thing, since in the other Disney version it lacked romance, which is fine because it was aimed more towards a child audience…but I want this one to have more in it. Basically as a sequel to the first Peter Pan film…anyway PLEASE let me know what you think and if I should continue! I have quite a few other stories on the go, so I will continue if it is deemed worthy! Thanks!