Chapter Two: Forget-Me-Not Blue

My dearest love, my deepest joy

Please hurry home to me once more

For you my love

I'll watch and wait

I will not fail

I won't grow faint

Wendy's dreams were filled with sad and painful memories of Peter. Tears leaked from her eyes as she slept and remembered.

"What do you think of...love?" Wendy asked, stepping towards Peter.

"Love! The very sound of it offends me!" Peter spat with disgust.

"I don't think that's true. I daresay you have felt it, for something-or someone?" Wendy pressed, her eyes filled with emotion.

"Never!"

Wendy stepped closer and reached out a hand towards Peter. He stepped back in fear.

"Why did you have to spoil things?! We had so much fun on our adventures, didn't we? What more is there?" Peter cried, retreating a few steps.

"Oh Peter, there is so much more!" Wendy replied, her eyes filling with tears.

"No! I want always to be a boy and have fun! You can't make me grow up!" Peter yelled, flying up into the air and away from Wendy.

"Peter!" Wendy shouted at his retreating form. "Peter!"

The memory changed to the night he brought them all home.

A shadow passed over the floor by Wendy's feet. She turned to see Peter beginning to fly away. "Peter!" she called out. He turned and looked at her, a smile on his face.

"You won't forget me, will you?" Wendy said with a hopeful expression on her face.

"Me, forget? Never!" the boy called back arrogantly.

"Will you come back?" Wendy asked with a smile on her lips.

"To hear stories-about me!" He laughed.

"Goodbye Peter." Wendy called, a wistful look on her face and with shining eyes.

"Goodbye Wendy. I'll be back soon." Peter called. He gave her a small wave before flying off towards Neverland.

Wendy began to sob as the memories bombarded her dreams. The tiny fairy floating above her looked on with amazement and was filled with great sadness. Tinkerbell tried to think of a way to get Wendy back to Neverland. She couldn't wake the girl, because Wendy wouldn't be able to understand what she wanted.

She snapped her tiny fingers as she thought of a plan. Tinkerbell began sprinkling fairy dust all over Wendy. Suddenly, she hit a snag in her plan. Even with all the fairy dust in the world, without a happy thought, Wendy would never leave the ground. Tinkerbell flew to Wendy's ear and whispered something, praying that the girl would understand the message Tink was trying to convey by the tones of her bells.

Wendy stirred in her sleep as the fairy flew back above her, watching for the girl's reaction. She watched in happiness and relief as a small smile crossed Wendy's lips and she rose into the air.

Wendy turned her head towards Peter, lying on the deck of the Jolly Roger. She lifted herself up on her elbow as she prepared to say her last goodbyes. As she reached out her closed hand towards Peter, it was grabbed roughly by Captain Hook.

"Tis just a thimble..." she said, looking up at the pirate.

"Let Wendy give Peter her precious thimble..." Hook leered, causing the other pirates to laugh raucously. He released Wendy's arm and she turned once more to Peter. As she lowered her hand towards his face, she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. Wendy opened her hand and placed it on Peter's cheek. "This belongs to you, and always will." she whispered.

Wendy lifted her face until it was just above Peter's then lowered her lips to his. His eyes widened in surprise, then drifted closed as Wendy kissed him amid numerous gasps of amazement.

When Tinkerbell arrived in Neverland, Wendy floating below her, she brought the girl to the small house that the Lost Boys had built for her. After carefully setting Wendy down inside the house, Tinkerbell closed the door on the sleeping girl and flew off to find Peter.

When Wendy awoke some time later, she opened her eyes to see leaves and sticks around her. Sitting up groggily, she rubbed her eyes and looked around in confusion. Where was she? She remembered crying herself to sleep in her bed, which she was clearly not in. Where in Heaven's name could I be? Leaves, sticks, and-a little chimney! I must be in my house-in Neverland! But how did I get here? Still not fully understanding how she came to be in Neverland, she stood up to leave the house. However, as Wendy had grown quite a bit since last being in the small building, she knocked her head on the door frame and winced in surprise. I have to figure out how I got here. This is very confusing.

Determined to figure out why she was in Neverland, Wendy wandered off into the forest, unaware that she was at that very moment being watched by a pair of forget-me-not blue eyes.

Tinkerbell found Peter sitting on a rock near the Mermaid's Lagoon playing his pipes. Flying close to his ear, she tried to tell him what she had done, but he only swatted her away as though she were an annoying insect. Tink flew around Peter's head and settled herself on the pipes he was playing, determined not to be ignored again. This time, Peter looked up, a look of annoyance crossing his face.

"What is it, Tink? I'm busy right now." he sighed, irritated by her interruption.

Tinkerbell related the entire story to Peter, her language sounding only like the tinkling of bells to anyone else around. At the mention of Wendy's name, Peter looked up in confusion.

Why do I know that name? It seems so familiar, but I can't think where I have heard it before.

Tinkerbell, sensing his confusion, was disheartened. He didn't remember Wendy? How in the world was she supposed to bring them back together and save Neverland if he didn't even remember her, let alone remember being in love with her? She decided that she would have to return to the Fairy Elders and ask their advice on the matter. She simply had to do something to bring the young lovers back together and stop the destruction of the home they all held so dear.

When Wendy wandered off into the forest, the owner of the forget-me-not blue eyes followed her stealthily, barely making a sound as he followed the young girl deeper into the forest. Suddenly, he stepped on a thin twig, the snap resounding in the silence.

Wendy looked around in surprise, the noise bringing her back from her confused thoughts. Just before he ducked behind a tree, Wendy caught a glimpse of the man who was following her. She could recognize his black hair and piercing eyes anywhere-it was Hook. How he escaped the crocodile, she didn't know. What she did know was that she needed to get away, and fast. Turning on her heel, Wendy bolted into the forest, not knowing where she was going. She was running blind, and was so frightened of the pirate who was chasing her that she didn't notice the rabbit hole until it was too late. She cried out in pain as her foot sank into the hole and her ankle twisted unnaturally.

The last thing Wendy saw before she was overcome by darkness was a pair of forget-me-not blue eyes.