Snowflakes gusted down onto the window sill of the nursery window. Upon the snowflakes, a pair of feet rested on the window sill as well. Trying to make as little sound as possible, the figure attempted to open the window from the outside, but failing. Soon enough, a dash of fairy dust was poured down onto the outside latch of the window, opening the window and entering the room with a forceful gust of wind. The window doors flapped and the wind whistled, creating slight noise. The noise flew through the nursery, down the hall way and into Wendy's room, perking her ears up and causing her to wake up immediately in a fit of heavy breathing. "It must be nothing. It couldn't possibly be Santa Clause, I do not believe in such stories." Wendy thought out loud. Becoming suspicious, she rose from her bed and placed her feet into her warm fluffy slippers at the foot of her bed. Carefully creaking open the door, she hurried down the corridor and into the room producing the source of the noise; the nursery. Opening the door, she entered the room and peered over the beds. All the boys were safe within their beds. Wendy felt a cold breeze on her back, and wiped around to see the window wide open. She assumed one of the boys must have woken up and opened it, Wendy pushed the window doors back together and latched it up.
Walking for the door, Wendy muttered, "Should never open the window."
"Not always." Whispered a figure hiding in the top right hand corner of the room. Recognising that voice, Wendy turned around in a flash, and scanned the other side of the room in astonishment. It couldn't be! But there was nothing there, not a soul in sight.
"I'm up here!" The voice chanted again. And there he was, gliding swiftly down to the ground was the almighty Peter Pan. But, he had changed. He was no longer a boy. What had happened?
"Wh- Who are you?" Wendy's voice shook.
"The names Peter; Peter Pan." Peter placed his hands on his hips in his most renowned pose.
"No, no it couldn't be!" Wendy was genuinely shocked at his arrival, as she placed her hand over her mouth and rushed up to him. She was so close to him, their bodies almost touched. She could feel his loving warmth. "What happened to the boy who could never grow up?"
Peter looked down at the ground in shame. "I kept leaving Neverland and entering your world so I could hear your stories. I sat her by this window every night hearing you tell your brothers and the lost boys your stories. But, I spent so much time out of Neverland, that I began to grow like the kids in your world." Peter began stuttering with his words, showing how nervous he really was, although he stood bravely. "I was way too ashamed of what I had grown into. I feared that if I had shown myself, you would have seen that I had grown like you and wanted to forget about me. Then you stopped reading the stories, you stopped believing. But I still visited. That's when I realised that I wasn't really coming here to listen to your stories, I was really coming here to see you. You have become imbedded into my memory, I think of you every day. And I think I may feel those things you once told me about towards you." Peter turned away and gazed out the window.
"You mean 'feelings', Peter?" Wendy gasped in awe.
"Yes Wendy, Feelings. I feel them for you." Peter took her hand into his and looked deeply into her eyes, making her melt in his arms.
"Oh, Peter!" Wendy collapsed into his arms and squeezed him tightly, so tight he felt she might have pushed all the air from him. "But, Peter, if you didn't want to show yourself to me, then why did you do it tonight?"
Peter hesitated for a second, then smiled down at Wendy in his arms. "Earlier tonight you made a wish whilst you were telling a story to the boys, a wish for me to come back to you. And with a little faith, trust and pixy dust, I made that dream come true. So I came back to you, and also to give you this." Peter again took Wendy's hand in his, and used his other hand to cup her cheek. Leaning in, he placed a sweet and passionate kiss on her lips. The kiss sent an electric spark down her neck, through her chest, past the butterflies in her stomach, down her legs right to her toes. Parting their lips, Peter spoke, "A thimble."
Wendy immediately enveloped him in her arms. It was the most magical moment of her life.
"Wendy, come away with me. Come away to Neverland. We can be together forever." He bent down and whispered softly in her ear.
"Oh, Peter, I really don't know if I could. It's all a fantasy, isn't it?" Wendy tore her gaze from Peter. She could feel the two of them becoming distant.
"no Wendy, you just have to believe! If you believe, then anything is possible." He leaned in forward, making sure to keep his voice to a minimum in order to not wake the boys who were currently in a very deep slumber.
Wendy Sighed. "There is no place for believing and stories in a young woman's life. I need to focus on my studies and finding a suitable husband."
Husband. The word sent chills down his spine. "Wendy, I remember when Hook was tormenting me on the Jolly Rodger. He told me about this 'husband', you would soon have, and who would replace me. From that moment on, I promised myself that I would stop you from ever having another man as a husband."
Wendy frowned at this response, she turned her back to him.
"And make sure that I was the only man you would ever call 'husband'." Peter finished, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Wendy felt utter happiness and shock at what he had just said. It make the butterflies in her stomach dance and the twinkle in her eyes light up. Turning around she jumped back into his strong arms. "Heavens, Peter! Yes I will come with you to Neverland!" She cheered. "We'll sleep in your tree house during the night and venture forth the island during the day!" Excitement rushed through her veins.
Wearing a broad smile, Peter rushed to the window and pushed his feet from the ground, soaring the=rough the sky above. However, he stopped on the spot. His Wendy wasn't by his side. Hovering back down to the window, he looked at his Wendy who stood on the window still motionless. "What's wrong, Wendy?" He worried.
"Peter, I have forgotten how to fly…" Wendy gazed down at the ground. Smiling Peter slid his hand into his leave clad pocket and pulled out his hand to reveal a pitch of fairy dust resting in his palm. He then slowly blew the dust onto Wendy. "Think happy thoughts, Wendy." Was all he said as he hovered above her.
Wendy thought of every possible happy thought she had, squinting her eyes shut. She thought of the fair, fairy floss, horse rides, candy, adventures in Neverland, and Peter Pan himself. Opening her eyes, she gasped. Her feet were still planted on the floor below. "Peter, it's not working. I really am trying! I think there may be something wrong with me.." Wendy started, almost on the verge of tears.
Peter was terribly confused. What could be going wrong? She had fairy dust and she was thinking happy thoughts... She had trust and pixy dust-… But not faith! It suddenly hit Peter like a rock. "Wendy, you need to believe! You need to believe in the stories, the adventures!"
A doubtful expression loomed over her face. "Peter, I haven't believed in such things in a long time."
Peter took her hand. "Please, Wendy. Just try. You need to believe, you need to."
Shitting her eyes once again, she used all her strength and emotion to try, try and believe. For Peter's sake. In doubt, Wendy opened her eyes and was ready to give up when she gazed down at the ground. Wendy could no longer feel her toes touching the floor. It couldn't be! She was finally flying! "Peter, I'm flying!" She exclaimed with a nervous giggle.
Her excitement dying fading, Wendy let her feet touch the floor again. She turned around to stare into the room for the last time, with each hand clutching the sides of the window.
Peter leaned his head in close and placed his chin in the gap between her shoulder and neck. "Forget them, Wendy." He Whispered in her eye, just as he did all those years ago. "Forget them all. Come with me and you will never have to worry about grown up things again." Wendy turned around to face him, and he squeezed her hand tightly as he lifted her into the air, soaring off into the night sky of that blissful Christmas eve, never to return.
Wendy had received this night the most magical Christmas present of all. One that only Peter Pan could give her. A thimble. It was then Wendy knew that she had finally believed again in the stories and imagination that once filled her head years ago. Not only did she know that, but she also knew that any child anywhere in the world, deep in the heart of their youth, would always believe in the magic that is possible, even when they have grown to the oldest of ages. Even the boy and the girl that now live happily together in Neverland, that would now never grow up.