Disclaimer: I do not own this story line. See chapter one for more details.


Wendy was lying in her cage staring at the clouds through the slats in the top daydreaming about a good Peter. One that didn't keep her in a cage and loved her back. She wished she could change him so they could be happy together and make a fresh start. But she knew that could never happen. Not with this Peter.

Wendy was ripped from her dream when she heard him approach. She sat up and saw Peter at the base of the tree from which she was hanging.

Without looking up at her, he loosened the rope and gently lowered her down. He walked over and opened the door, holding his hand out to her. "

I'm sorry, Wendy," he said as she took his hand and let him bring her up out of the cage.

Confused, Wendy asked, "Am I free?"

"You can go," Peter said. "Leave the island."

"B-but I thought-" Wendy was so baffled that she wanted an explanation, even though she knew she should leave as fast as she could.

"Just go!" Peter Pan interrupted her. "Before I change my mind."

Now that she was given the opportunity, Wendy wasn't sure she wanted to leave. She wanted to stay here, with him.

Pan's Shadow floated down to where they were standing and took Wendy's hand.

"No!" Wendy shouted, grabbing Peter's hand. "Wait!" But the Shadow wouldn't listen. It pulled harder, forcing Wendy to let go.

"Peter!" she screamed again, her voice getting lost in the wind as she was swept away from the island forever; leaving The King of Neverland with no Truest Believer and no Wendy Darling.


Wendy woke up with tears staining her cheeks and her sobs filling the room. She told herself to be quiet, though, so she wouldn't wake her brothers. She'd had another dream about Peter Pan; just like she had every night for the past year.

She got up and sat on the window seat looking out at the two bright stars right next to each other. Wendy Darling closed her eyes and imagined that she was still on Neverland. With Peter.

The big Saint Bernard trotted over and nudged Wendy with her nose, breaking her from her thoughts.

"I should have known better, Nana," Wendy told her. "I should have known better than to let my feelings cloud my judgment."

Nana tilted her head and lifted her ear; her way of saying "What's wrong?"

"He let me go," Wendy felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Because he didn't want me."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that, dearie."

Wendy was startled by the unfamiliar voice. She looked up and saw a man with scraggly hair and shiny, green skin standing in the corner. S

he quickly stood up from where she was sitting at the window and was about to call for help when the man flicked his hand and suddenly Wendy's voice wouldn't work. "

Ah, ah, ah," the stranger said, wagging his finger. "I would think twice before doing that."

He waved his hand again and John and Michael were suddenly surrounded in a green haze and lifted from their beds, still sound asleep.

Wendy's eyes widened in fright. This man had magic and it didn't seem like he would use it for good.

"Now," he said. "If you don't want to be an only child, I suggest you do exactly as I say. Do we have a deal?"

Wendy nodded without hesitation. She would do anything to keep her brothers safe.

The man let out a high pitched laugh, "Wonderful!" he began to walk closer to Wendy, making her nervous. "So, a little birdie told me that you recently spent a good bit of time in Neverland, correct?"

Wendy was reminded of her sadness and nodded her head slowly, looking at the floor.

"With a certain devil child named Peter Pan?"

Wendy wanted to argue. She wanted to defend Peter and say that he wasn't a devil. But deep down she knew this man was right. That and she still couldn't speak. She only nodded.

The man smiled evilly, "You love him." He said it as a statement, as if he already knew but he wanted her to admit it. "Don't you?"

Wendy couldn't take it anymore. This man torturing her with his words; it became too much. Tears started flowing and she buried her face in her hands.

The man laughed again. "Then I know exactly what I want you to do first!"

Wendy looked up waiting for an explanation.

"You see," he said. "I've got a bone to pick with Pan." He began walking around and gesturing, as if he were telling a story. "A long time ago he did something terrible to me and I never forgave him for it. He thinks he escaped revenge but that's where you come in, dearie." He pointed a gnarled finger at the poor girl.

"You see this?" he pulled a small square shaped box out of a puff of green smoke. "This is the only thing that can capture and contain Peter Pan forever!" he said the last word with great flourish and a strange motion with his arms. "And you, my dear Wendy Darling, are going to help me put him in it."


So Rumpelstiltskin got involved... We all know that can't end well.

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~glamgirl16