AN:

Wow, it's been a while! I really didn't think I was going to add more chapters, but yet here I am! Since I don't have any clue where this story is headed plot-wise, feel WELCOME to review and give me your ideas and thoughts. Enjoy!

If the stars had been whispering to Peter before, they were sure gossiping a storm now. They watched impatiently as Peter lead the brunette girl towards the enchanting island once again. After all, this had all happened before. Peter knew that it was different now, though. There was nothing for her to return to on the mainland and he wondered… would she stay this time? Would she stay with him? Peter shook his head to clear it. His thoughts seemed to be spiraling out of his control.

Wendy gazed wide-eyed at her surroundings. She still wasn't sure if any of this was real, or perhaps a very realistic dream. But, as they entered Neverland's atmosphere, Peter's hand tightened around her own and so she decided it better not to question. The sky was bluer than she remembered. Peter led her through a crystalline rainbow and down towards Hangman's Tree.

Wendy gasped. "Are you… alright?" Peter asked as their feet touched the ground. Did he break her or something?

"Sorry, I just- oh, Peter. I never thought I'd be here again," she replied shakily, before smiling slowly at him.

"Oh. Well then why are you still standing there? Come on in!" Peter exclaimed before picking up his loose stride and disappearing into the secret hideout. Honestly, girls were so emotional sometimes. Even though Wendy looked different from a few years ago, her personality hadn't changed much.

Wendy slid in after him, stumbled and having to cling to Peter before regaining balance. He caught the girl without hesitation and paused, once again focusing on how different she felt in his arms after growing up a little. Maybe Wendy's version of getting older wasn't as awful as he'd thought it would be…

A voice cleared from somewhere else in the room. Peter's eyes, which had been captivated on Wendy, looked in the direction of the sound. He suddenly realized the lost boys were there, mouths gaping open in shock. The boy in green immediately sprang away from Wendy and reached behind him, rubbing his neck nervously.

"A girl?" The twins shouted in unison, swinging down from the ceiling. The boys, ranging from age of 13 to 17, swiftly gathered around Peter and the strange being.

Slightly, the oldest of the lost boys and Peter's best friend (besides Miss Bell of course), whispered into Peter's ear, "So um- who is this again?"

Having regained his composure, Peter charmingly gestured to the girl-er… woman? "This," he said proudly, "is Wendy Darling."

Wendy blushed, not knowing why. The smallest of the boys, Toodles, walked up to her with narrowed eyes. "Wendy?" he asked. "Is that really you?"

She nodded three times. Wendy swayed side to side with her hands behind her back.

Toodles poked her in the cheek. "But you look so different. So… grown up."

Peter practically tackled the 13 year old, clasping his hand tight over his lips. "We don't say those words here! Don't make me banish you to the Neverjungle again!" Peter backed away and the lost boys, seeing this as a chance to play, all dog piled on top of Toodles. Well, all except for Slightly who gave Wendy a peculiar look before retreating back to his chair to sharpen an arrow.

Peter flew into the air laughing with his hands clutched around his stomach. "See, Wendy? You've been missing out on quality entertainment!"

Wendy's eyes teared up. Maybe it was seeing the lost boys. Or climbing down into the secret hideout. Or listening to Peter laugh once again. But her dreams from all those lonesome years were finally coming true and she couldn't hold it all in.

"I'll just… be a moment," she said quickly before withdrawing out into the rapidly chilling air. Peter watched her go, having wanted to say something but unsure of quite what. It was rather strange because Peter, being the clever teen boy that he is, always had some comment to say. Maybe the new, older Wendy just needed space every once in a while? Peter nodded to himself and decided to let her have her peace. For now anyway.

Slightly on the other hand was not so guarding of the new Wendy and quickly followed after her into evening breeze. Coming up silently behind her, he picked up a lock of curly hair before letting it fall back down. Wendy turned around automatically.

"Slightly? What are you…?" She asked, confused as to why he was there or what he was doing. Slightly looked the same as he had when Wendy first met him- a tall, thin, broad-shouldered teen with a leery gaze and a leader-like persona. The trees around them watched intently. The leaves rustled with chatter and the watched on with amusement.

Slightly put his hands around her face, curious. He ran his fingers across her cheekbones, her hair, and the bridge of her nose. After all, it had to have been quite some time since he last saw another "almost adult" of the opposite gender. It must have been eye-opening. The trees discussed amongst themselves.

"Sorry I just-" he said. Slightly dropped his hands at once.

Wendy tried to act like the situation was completely normal, most likely for Slightly's sake, but her face was still flushed. "No, don't be."

Slightly began to walk away. All of a sudden, he strode back and cupped Wendy's face with one hand. He seemed as though he meant to say a sentence, just like Peter had a few minutes ago. The leaves held their breath…

But instead, the fellow "almost adult" flew away hastily. And almost on que, Peter Pan flew out of the hideout and over to Wendy, taking Slightly's place.

"Hey, Wendy," he said as she looked up at him. He smiled and continued. "Let's go adventuring." With that, Peter gave his signature chuckle and left, expecting Wendy to follow.

They flew and flew and flew, all above Neverland until it became too dark to distinguish the tops of each tree in the Neverforest. Peter decided they'd rest on a quaint little rock, right by the edge of Mermaid Lagoon.

Peter flashed a stunning smirk in Wendy's direction and placed his palm next to hers on the boulder. "Is it all you remembered? It should be. Nothing really changes around here," said Peter. "Hey, Tink got a sister! That's new I guess. Now what's her name again… Prarietwinkle? Something like that."

"Neverland's still wonderful, Peter. Just as I always knew it was."

Peter let the conversation stop for a few minutes before finally saying what had truly been on his mind. The stars joined in to listen, along with the trees.

"Who… Who is this Robert? Is he a pirate?" He asked.

Wendy shook her head, looking past her feet and into the water of the lagoon. "He's- well he's a teenager, just like you Peter." She took in a breath. "I know he seemed bad to you. But he really does care about me. Robert means well, I promise. Sometimes he just cares a little too much, and so he says things-"

Peter cut her off by holding up a callused hand to her face. "Does 'Robert' believe in fairies?"

Wendy was startled and a little confused. "Um, well not necessarily, I don't believe so…"

Giving his famous half grin, Peter said, "Well if he doesn't believe in fairies, then he most certainly does not have the Mighty Pan's approval. Even the pirates believe in fairies. And they're scum!" He laughed. The truth was, there were plenty other reasons Peter didn't approve of Wendy's love interest.

He wondered if this was what Wendy meant all those years ago by needing to return home in order to grow up. And again- would she stay in Neverland now? If all Wendy needed was someone to hold her hand and carry her every now and again, Peter thought, then he could surely manage doing that. Or… would this mean he himself would be growing up, too?

His mind was thinking too intensely for his liking. So, Peter decided to playfully splash water on Wendy with his foot before laughing and grabbing her hand so he'd forget the whole thing. Still, he couldn't help but take notice once more of how wonderful her hand felt in his. Peter didn't let go the entire flight home, not even to show off one of his newest flying tricks.

AN:

This was super rushed and, again, written at 2am… so hopefully it wasn't too painful to read! Please please PLEASE review! Honestly, reviews are the only things that make me want to keep writing this, so feedback is greatly appreciated! Love you all!

-Sydney