A/N: I know that authors note's aren't allowed anymore, but I feel that I should explain why my update took my so long. My datastick totally crashed and I've lost all of my stories. Friends of my had bits and pieces of them on their computer, so I got a huge chuck of my work back. My priorities were on that though, because all my original work was on the stick to.

I had a total fit about it. Right in the middle of the night, I'm so glad everyone are deep sleepers in my house. But I've managed to get a really big piece of the chapter back. I promised to make it a lot bigger than the last. I really wanted to keep that promise, so I made sure that happened. Hope that I don't go to fast for you.

Last note; I've used all three Peter Pan books as sources of information. Bits and pieces may seem familiar to you when you've read them. I've used certain settings in my own situations because I thought they'd fit well. Tips and such are welcome!

Chapter 1: Awakening Dreams

"No, please! Wendy! Don't!" Soft cries came from a small bed, on which Peter Pan was sleeping. Of course the teenager would never admin that he could dream, let alone say that he was having a nightmare. Sweat had formed on the boy's brow as he tossed and turned in his bed. He was still uttering soft pleas, directed at someone only he could see.

"Wendy! Please! No, don't!" Peter kick of the blankets in his sleep and turned around. In his sleep, the horrors didn't stop. The teenager drew a sharp breath and shot up. "Don't leave me Wendy!"

The words were screamed loudly and echoed through the park. Peter had made himself a little room, inside an hollow oak. So that no one would find him when he didn't want to be found. Now that he increasingly had more bad dreams, he fled to the oak tree more than ever.

Peter combed threw his hair and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. His breath slowed down and Peter looked up, at a small opening in the tree. From where he was sitting, he could see the stars clearly. He sighed and wrapped his arms around his knees. One of those stars light up bright orange. It was over within a second and Peter blinked at the stars.

If given the chance, he would return to Neverland. No doubt about it. He missed the Indians and every magical corner. Even though the Lost Boys were not there anymore, he missed it. He was torn between this world and Neverland.

The world where Wendy lived and the one place he could never return to…

~*~

"I'm not going to bed," said John. Which startled Mrs. Darling. Children are never ready for bed, but John was a teenager, surely he should've grown over such behavior. "I'm not going to bed," said John again. So ferociously, that his mother knew he was very frightened.

"You have been dreaming again, haven't you?" She said tenderly. "That must be horrible."

John scrubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. "I told you. I never dream! Why can't you believe me mother?"

Mrs. Darling gently touched John's cheek and went to turn down the bedclothes. And there, in John's bed, something bulged up through the covers. It wasn't a book or a hot water bottle. Mrs. Darling folded down the sheets. It was a cutlass.

With a sigh, she hung it on the hoot behind the door, right next to a full set of arrows. Both her and her husband liked to pretend it wasn't happening, because that is what adults do. But the both knew what was happening. John was dreaming of Neverland again. And not only John, but all her children were.

Night after night and dream after dream. Mrs. Darling found leftover from their dreams every morning. A sword there, a bow here, a medicine bottle, a top hat…

The night one of the boys had dreamt of mermaids, the boys bedroom had smelled like fish all day.

Something was terribly wrong…

They only one who seemed to be free of the dreams about Neverland, was Wendy. Mrs. Darling had never found any momentums from Neverland in her room. She slept like she had no worries whatsoever. In her room they never found axes, bows or even got a whiff of the smell of fish.

She never talked about Neverland either. Some of the boy's would mention something that had happened while there where there. But never Wendy. It almost seemed like she didn't even remember Neverland and all its inhabitants. Tinkerbell, Captain Hook, Smee and even Peter Pan seemed to be forgotten over the years.

She now had her own room. Being a teenager she needed a bit more privacy. Something she couldn't get while sleeping in the same room as her brothers. So she had moved to the room right next to it. Normally her room was very neat and tidy. Wendy liked to keep a clean ship, as she put it. Tonight however everything seemed out of order.

Her window was open, the curtain moving violently in the wind. Her dresser drawer was slightly askew and clothes were sticking out. Toys Wendy had not touched in many years were scattered on the floor. They were supposed to be in boxes underneath Wendy's bed, but they had been moved while Wendy tossed and turned in her bet. Yet another anomaly.

Her hands lay on the pillow, just above her head and her eyes were shut tightly. She moved her head from side to side, her lips quivering but not quite forming words. All of the sudden Wendy jerked up her knee en flung her arm to the side. By doing this, she was now lying on her side. Her arm stretched and her fingers flexing as though she was reaching out for something.

"Please. Stop. You're hurting me. Please." The soft plead was uttered as another gush of wind trashed trough the bedroom. A drop of rain landed on Wendy's face and her eyes fluttered open. As her blue eyes opened, something also landed on her index finger. It wasn't cold, like the water in her face had been and certainly heavier.

The blonde teenager looked at her hand and her eyes grew twice as big. She seemed utterly lost for words and just stared at the little figure sitting on her finger. The little thing had her petite legs crossed and looked at Wendy with a self-confident smirk. The teenager could hardly believe what, or rather whom she was looking at and just gawked at the small fairy on her index finger.

Slowly Wendy got up and sat at the edge of her bed, still staring at the very familiar sight on her finger. She couldn't make a sound though. She was terrified to find out it was all a dream. That this was just a figment of her imagination changing into a full blown hallucination. Not only that, but she was utterly lost for words. Not something that happened to Wendy Darling often. She found herself to be rather gifted with words and hoped to be a world known author when she grew up.

At long last Wendy whispered almost inaudible: "Tinkerbell?"

Luckily the fairy's ears worked perfectly and she grinned at Wendy, placing her little hands on her knees and leaning forward. She didn't make a sound at all, but as the teenage girl opened her mouth to say something Tinkerbell brought one finger to her lips and a 'shhhh' was audible. That was the proof Wendy needed that she wasn't dreaming and she lowered her hand. "I don't believe it."

Ever since her return to London Neverland seemed to be just a good dream. Sure, they had kept the window to the nursery opened but neither of them had ever seen Peter again. Even though he had promised to return for her stories. He'd probably gotten himself into a brand new adventure and had forgotten all about the Lost Boys. Forgotten all about her. But if he really had done that, why was Tinkerbell here?

"Did Peter send you here Tink?" Wendy didn't mean to ask it, but the words had slipped from her mouth before she could stop it. She had pretended that Neverland didn't exist for years. She wanted to forget all about it, as Neverland seemed to have forgotten her to. But now she saw Tinkerbell again, hope flared up. Almost paralyzing her.

Because of that same hope, Wendy could feel her stomach sink with great speed as she watched the fairy shake her little head. A sad look had appeared on her face and Wendy lifted her hand back up to her face. She had to ask but wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. Not hearing from Peter was a huge disappointment. Who knew why Tinkerbell was here. She and Wendy had never gotten along. What if this was just another trick, just like the ones she had played on Wendy when she was in Neverland?

She asked her question all the same. It wasn't like they could hurt her anymore than they already had. "Then why are you here Tinkerbell?"

The fairy stood and looked straight at Wendy. She still had a sad look on her face, but she put her hand in her armpits and made a crowing motion. After that she covered her eyes and turned her back to Wendy. She stayed motionless for just ten seconds and the whirled around, pointing at Wendy in an accusing way and flapped with her hands. After that she crossed her small arms and looked at the billowing curtain.

For a moment all Wendy could do was stare at the fairy. "You haven't seen Peter since I left?"

Her voice sounded incredulous and Tink looked at Wendy, still wearing that heartbroken shimmering on her face. "Why did you wait so long to find me?"

A hard look appeared on Tinkbells face, making Wendy wanting to pull back her hand. Whenever the fairy got that look, it had always meant something bad. The teenager kept her hand where it was however and waited for Tink to explain. She didn't need to wait very long. The fairy nodded once, put her hand under her armpits again and made a crowing motion. After that she turned around and walked to the very tips of Wendy's fingers, taking the jump. She landed on Wendy's knee and motion a door closing, making a very real looking lock that had closed.

Wendy stared at the lock and it took her about five seconds to realize that the fairy wasn't done with her story just yet. She produced a curtain of fairy dust and punched a hole through it. Making al lot of things Wendy had only seen in Neverland sliding trough the hole. Wendy kept looking at the dust until it had disappeared again.

It felt like a stone had just settled itself in Wendy' stomach and all she could do –yet again- was stare at Tinkerbell. When she did manage to find the words, her voice sounded hoarse and she really didn't want to know the answer to her question at all. "Peter left and Neverland locked itself. But now a hole is torn between our two reality's, making it possible for you to come trough?"

Tinkerbell nodded and Wendy had to ask the next question. Dread was forming in her entire body and she knew that whatever was following next, it wouldn't be good. "Where did Peter go?"

The faire motioned towards Wendy, clutching one hand over her heart and making a very dramatic, swooning motion with the other. Wendy sucked in air between her teeth and shook her head. "I never saw Peter after I left. Not once."