Chapter 1:

-Wendy Darling-

As the sun rose above London England that morning and the birds began into their song, a city began to awake. The hum of street cars chugging down the road and the starting up of the mills and factories and the soft babble of early risers who had decided to crawl from their flannels to enjoy the beautiful dawn.

Wendy Darling was not one of those people. No longer did she leap from her bed in the morning, ready to face the world. Now, it was more of a chore, as she dragged her weary limbs from the warmth of her blankets and sheets, letting her tired feet drop onto the icy floor. She would yawn in a most impolite way, then stretch her arms to the heavens, then slip her silk night coat over her shoulders and stomp into the dining room where her mother and father and brothers would be waiting, already wide awake and fully dressed for the day. Her mother would sniff disapprovingly at her daughter's wrinkled state, but would not say a word. Her father would greet her with a monotone 'Good-Morning', muffled by the newspaper he held in front of his face. Her brothers wouldn't bother to look at her, concentrating instead on their breakfast sausage and toast. She would then carry herself back to her room to bathe and dress for work.

Wendy had been surprised to have gotten such a nice job. She had simply been browsing in her favourite bookshop, when Mr. O'Keefe at the counter had taken his spectacles off of the bridge of his nose, looking at her closely.

"Wendy Darling, great reader and story teller. How would you like a job here?" he had asked. Wendy practically jumped at the idea of working with the kind old man, who liked to read and talk and drink and laugh. Her and the old Irish fellow had become fast friends when she had entered the bookshop a few weeks prior. He was a bit crazy in the head, due to his large consumption of brandy, but was very smart when it came to books.

Ever since her time in Neverland, where she had acted as a maternal figure and storyteller, Wendy had loved to spin tales. Her vivid imagination mixed with her wide vocabulary spurred a very creative mind. She absolutely adored the bookshop and all of its customers and all of its dusty shelves and all of the days spent curled up in one of its many chairs with a good book when it was raining too hard for anyone to bother to visit the store. She enjoyed listening to all of Mr. O'Keefe's stories of Ireland and listening to him laugh about his family and all of their good times and listening to him snore at the counter when business was bad and he had had a bit too much brandy.

After she had followed the entirety of her morning routine, she arrived at the bookshop, closing the door with a bang to get out of the rain. The bells hanging above the door jingled merrily as she did so, causing her co-worker to glance up from the account book that he was slaving over. She smiled at him, leaving her umbrella and coat by the door as usual, rubbing her cold hands together for warmth.

"Good morning, Ms. Darling." he said, taking a sip from the bottle next to him on the desk. Wendy walked over to him, looking at his work from over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I was late, I got stuck in the rain waiting for a cab, and had to walk and-"

"No worries, Wendy, my darling." he interrupted, pausing to laugh heartily at his own pun regarding her name. "Haven't had a single blessed soul in here all morning."

"Well that can't be too good for business." Wendy commented, smiling a bit. Mr. O'Keefe turned in his seat to face her.

"Nonsense. This bookstore has been in business for a very long time. I don't know exactly how long, but that's simply because it's been here for so long." He stopped again to chuckle to himself. "And I have every intention of keeping it open longer still."

"Oh, of course, sir, but we be having any more of these rainy days, or it won't be open longer still."

"We got some new books in this morning, Wendy, put 'em on the shelves?" he asked, changing the subject, and going back to his log book. Wendy nodded, and walked over to the books that he had pointed at. After putting three boxes on the already crowded shelves, and waiting for a customer to come in from the continuous rain, she plopped down on a chair, sinking into it with a sigh. Mr. O'Keefe closed his account book and finished his brandy.

"Why don't you get on home? There's no use in staying here if we don't have any customers today."

"I'll stay, it's alright. I need the extra money anyways." She said shrugging. Mr. O'Keefe stood and pulled her up by her arm, grabbing her coat and umbrella from beside the door.

"You still get paid, silly girl, now get. Take a nice day off." He said, draping her coat onto her shoulders for her. She smiled at him as she pushed the door and flicked open her umbrella in the rain.

"Thank you much, I'll see you tomorrow, then." she said, giving him a small wave as she walked on down the block. She was growing irritated as, during her commute back to her home, it began to rain harder. This was soon followed by loud rumbles of thunder. She sped up her pace, wishing that the cabs would run on rainy days like this. But why should they? She was the only one on the sidewalk. By the time she made it to her house and was in the front hall, she was soaked to the bone, since her umbrella had given out on her in the strong winds. The housekeeper, Dorothy, was making the biggest fuss over her charge's state, ordering her to go upstairs for a bath and some rest. Her mother was upstairs with a headache, her brothers at school, and her father at work, leaving Wendy up to her own devices, after her bath, of course.

So I'm pretty excited about this story. The first chapter is pretty lame-o, I know, but I promise you, you'll love the rest.

I'm new to the whole Peter Pan thing, since I usually write Harry Potter stories. I only recently got started reading Wendy and Hook stuff, and I like the pairing. I have this whole fabulous plot playing in my head, and I needed to write it down! So I'm giving you my story, because It will be different than others.

I'm saying this now. This is based off of the Peter Pan movies. Not one specifically, but just all of them, because the book doesn't give me much to work with. But, movies tend to not give character backgrounds, so, if you read the note at the prologue, I got all of my dates and technical stuff from things from the book. So I guess that's why I put it under 'Books', but I don't really see a difference in the categories, just that the movies give you a better picture in your head than the book does, and that the book is about two little children where the movies are about older kids.

I know, I know, I know, this is the worst story introduction chapter ever, but as I said before, it will get good in the next few chapters.

Super pumped to get to writing the next chapter, because, here you go, I'm actually researching...! I know! I'm actually taking time to look up accurate information for my story! It's only because I'm so excited.

Hope you enjoy! Have faith, trust, and pixie dust that the rest will be great!

Oh, and reviews would make my day.

KAY(: