I am so sorry I have not updated this in so long! I was busy with NaNoWriMo (first the competition, then editing) for my book about pirates. "Without Names or Guilt" it's called! Anyway, in between that I have been working on my other stories and I even came up with new novel ideas. So my mind has been busy! Never fear! For, two of these stories are related to this one. The first, "Never", and the second, "Wonder".

So, thank you all for your patience. :3 This chapter is quite a bit longer. Please tell me your thoughts!

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY version of Peter Pan OR Alice In Wonderland.

What to do With an Alice?

Peter left the Tree Hideout soon after Alice but in a different direction. He flew high into the clouds of Neverland at zooming speed and without Tinkerbell. Once he was treading over Earth's clouds rather than Neverland's, he found he didn't even realize the amount of ease it took him to find the Darling House.

Well, it wasn't the Darling House since Wendy married, but it still remained much the same.

His fuming anger dwindled some as he perched on the windowsill. One door was closed and the other was opened slightly, to keep the cold air out and for Peter to know that he was always welcome. With a form of reluctance that was rare in Peter Pan, he pushed the window open to sit on the inside.

The lights were out but he saw a small figure in the only bed left in the nursery. Peter slowly floated above the bed to poke the sleeper on the shoulder. "Danny? Danny, wake up!"

The boy sat up and rubbed his eyes to see Peter Pan. The original Lost Boy noted that even in the dark he saw that Danny was not five years old anymore. He seemed to be about Alice's age…Maybe older.

"Peter Pan!" The boy called with as much enthusiasm as he did the last time Peter saw him when he returned Jane.

"Where's Wendy?" He asked and the boy tossed off his blanket and Peter crossed his legs to wait in the air. Danny dutifully went through his house and decided to wake everyone rather than just his mother.

A woman with light brown hair and pretty blue eyes walked in as she adjusted her robe around her. Another female—younger than the last—followed in behind the older and both stood to smile at Peter. He felt his heart beat faster by only a second as the nearly identical women welcomed him.

"Peter!" Jane cheered and Peter darted around her to see how she has grown since he last saw her. She followed him by spinning on the spot and just as he was lifting a curl of her long hair to question why it was no longer short, his thoughts were broken by a voice.

"Hello, Peter." Wendy spoke with a smile.

Peter felt himself grow a chill as he quickly faced her and took off his hat to bow. Warmth swelled over his chest and face just as it had when he met her long ago. Actually, it wasn't very long for him but it seemed to be very long for her.

"Hello, Wendy." He replied and felt his feet touch the floor only to realize that he didn't wish to lower himself. His happy thought now made him sad.

"What is it Peter?" Before he could properly answer a man's voice was heard and Peter shot to the ceiling. Wendy turned to Jane and hurriedly whispered. "Go distract your father, please. I need to speak with Peter." Jane nodded and left the two alone. Peter lowered to sit on the floor and Wendy sat upon Danny's bed. "What is troubling you, Peter?"

He looked up and shook his head. "Nothing."

"I thought you came to talk with me? If there is nothing wrong I don't see why you are here." Peter avoided looking at her, tightening his arms around his legs, and his lip pouting slightly. "Is it the Boys?"

"No." He refused and Wendy sighed.

"A new girl?" At Wendy's words Peter flew up to walk on the air much like one would pace a room. He let his upset anger towards Alice return as Wendy watched him with interest.

"She can Imagine things, Wendy!" He turned to face the first girl he ever taught to fly in a fluster. "She can make things just like I can! I didn't know anyone but me could do that!" Wendy tried to hide a chuckle. "And, she can't fly!"

"Well, Peter…Neither could Jane. I wasn't a fair flyer myself, either." She reasoned and he shook his head.

"You were an amazing flyer." He hurriedly countered her and Wendy smiled sweetly. Peter's face grew faintly pink and he went on to explain his problem with Alice. "She can! She just won't! She is scared of flying!"

"Flying isn't for everyone, Peter. Do you know what she is scared of about it?" Peter ran his hand through his hair in what seemed to Wendy like frustration.

"She keeps saying something about a Wonder World. And she only talks about that place and the strange things there. She doesn't tell any stories but keeps mentioning a Queen and words I can't even say!" He flipped in the air before hovering with his arms crossed.

"You can't expect every girl to be like me, dear." Wendy reached out a hand to turn Peter's chin to look at her. "Perhaps these Wonder-stories are much like your adventures. Did you consider that, Peter? That she may love this world she speaks of as dearly as you love flying, and fighting?"

"Well…No." He looked down slightly and Wendy smiled.

"Do not torment her about her fear of flying or she will never wish to fly at all." The worry in Peter's face at her words showed Wendy that he was listening. "You have to teach her slowly that she can trust you and trust the Pixie Dust. She is lacking the faith in herself and the trust in you." Peter's eyes widened as he realized that she was right in her words. Even though she had never met or seen Alice and he had just barely spoken about her. "Where is she now?"

"I don't know." He shrugged and Wendy drew to attention.

"What? Where did you last see her?"

"The Tree Hideout. She got a little mad and said she wanted to go home when she left. Then I came here to see you." Peter didn't understand the look of worry and slight signs of being irked that washed over the older woman's face.

"So there is a lost, upset girl wandering around Neverland without you there who cannot fly?" Peter lifted a brow and nodded slowly. He was completely unsure as to why Wendy seemed mad at him and getting angrier but the feeling of her being upset with him still had the same impact as it did when she was a child. It made him feel sick inside and his chest twist in guilt. "Did it not occur to you that she may run across the mermaids or Indians? She is probably lost and frightened. Or even worse…She might have come across Hook!"

"I…Didn't think of that." Peter admitted and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Peter, you need to go back and find her." He looked away and his brows knitted together. Wendy took his hand and pressed on. "Be yourself and explain things more thoroughly for her. But say you are sorry for taking her there in the first place, she seems less willing than Jane from what you tell me. Then, if she still wants to, take her home."

"What if she's still mad at me?"

Wendy smiled sadly and started to nudge his floating form toward the window. "No girl can stay mad at you forever, Peter Pan."

Peter blushed faintly before taking off his hat to bow to Wendy. Saying his goodbyes to the Darling family, he flew into the night sky toward Neverland all the while contemplating what he would say to Alice when he found her.

Back in Neverland, Alice was trying with pronounced determination to understand the fairy before her. His endless ringing and chiming of explaining how to fly seemed to prove harder to understand than Alice originally thought.

"I know I have Pixie Dust! I just don't want to leave the ground!" Alice said in exasperation. The Fairy seemed to say something to counter her words and she rolled her eyes to answer a question she wasn't sure he even asked. "I know I have to leave the ground to fly I just…" Alice let out a deep sigh. "I don't want to fall."

She tossed a brief look at the Fairy and sat down on a fallen tree to rest her chin on her hand. The Fairy proceeded to sit on a twig extending from the log that Alice currently sat on with a twinkle of his bell-like voice.

"If only I hadn't fallen down that hole." She sighed and the Fairy ringed. "A rabbit hole, you see." She clarified.

Another chime of his voice.

"No, I was following a White Rabbit in a waist coat with a watch. I was curious as to how he could talk and why he was dressed as such. I followed him and fell into Wonderland where I ended up getting just as lost as I am here!"

As she explained her past other-worldly experience to the Fairy she felt a smile crawl onto her face. Normally she ended up shutting herself up before she went too far in her ramblings of Wonderland. Yet she was talking to a fairy…Another creature Mother consistently told her was not real. If this little glowing person could be holding a conversation with her what is there to say that there cannot be a mad world full of backwards people?

"I would rather be in Wonderland than Neverland."

Alice wasn't aware that at that moment a boy in green was hiding in the trees to watch as she lamented her problems and sat with her chin resting in her hand.

"Though, while I was in Wonderland whenever I got truly lost…A Cheshire Cat would appear and assist me in some small way. He was a little confusing and his haunting words often left me more frightened than relieved." Another sigh passed Alice's pouting lips. "I simply wish for some familiar face to appear," Peter's hope was lifted, "from Wonderland."

And his hope was crushed.

Should he break her private thoughts and brace her fury? The brave and bold Peter Pan was at a loss of actions. Shaking his head of the thought he returned his attention to Alice.

The Fairy then suddenly floated to be at eye level with Alice, stunning her to alert so she could try and understand him. He motioned as he rang to try and make his words more clear to the Earth Girl. She stared in confusion though Peter could comprehend every word the Fairy said. And what the Fairy said—what Alice failed to see—was about Peter. It wasn't until the Fairy placed his hands on his hips then mimicked Peter with a bow offered to an imaginary person.

"Oh, you mean Peter!" She guess and the Fairy nodded, relieved that she finally got something out of him. "What about him? I can't go back!"

The Fairy insisted and Alice shook her head determinately thus causing her golden hair to fall over her shoulders.

"He is probably still very angry with me." She said hopelessly with her blue eyes pleading with the Fairy. Peter felt guilty for snapping at Alice and assuming she was as tolerant as Wendy and Jane. He had to remember that Wendy grew up with stories of him and she did the same for Jane too. Alice hadn't even heard of him before they met. "Let us try again, shall we?"

Peter watched with interest as Alice was covered again with the sparkling dust that seemed to weave into her hair of the same color. She then closed her eyes tightly while trying to stretch taller, as if going on her toes would increase her chance of flying. As bad as Peter felt he still found the image funny and tried not to laugh.

"This is pointless!" Alice broke her unwavering posture with dismay. "I'll never be able to fly my way home."

Peter then brought up the resolve to land on the ground a few feet behind Alice. His light-footing kept him unknown to her but the Fairy saw him and tried to get Alice's attention. Peter was trying to find what words would be best to start apologizing. He didn't like apologizing. Apologizing was adult business. He took off his hat and started to strangle it in his dirty hands as he made various 'um's and 'uh's before finally settling with a beginning. "A happy thought."

Alice whipped around in shock to see him. "Peter!"

"You…You need a happy thought."

"I can do it myself, thank you!" Alice turned her back to Peter stubbornly. Her arms crossed and Peter sighed.

"I didn't mean to be mean." Peter tried to reprimand himself miserably. "I should have told you that the Boys want a Mother." He muttered and placed his hat back on his head, feeling like his words were falling on deaf ears.

"A Mother?" Alice cut in and turned to the side so her eyes could slide over to Peter's.

"Yes. A Mother like Wendy. They really miss Wendy." He sighed, knowing that even though many of the memories he has are forgotten for him to remain a child that those he did retain all surrounded Wendy. He also knew that he shouldn't have let the Boys—especially himself—get so attached to Wendy. "Wendy was our first Mother."

"What happened to Wendy, Peter?" She asked and fully faced him.

Peter turned his forest green eyes away from her and toward the ground. When she called his name again he looked up at her with the gleam of memories saddening his eyes. "She grew up."

"Everyone grows up."

Peter's sad eyes grew solid with the topic of seriousness. Alice hit a nerve. "No! No one has to grow up! They grow up because they leave!" Peter's voice had risen as his fists curled at his sides. Alice took a step back and the Fairy flew off. It was pointless to say that Alice hadn't noticed the darkening sky or the rush of sudden wind. "They all leave or become pirates. Why do they all want to grow up?"

"It is a normal thing to do, Peter." Alice reasoned.

"No! I do not want to grow up! I never will! No one can make me!" He snapped and Alice grew sympathetic, almost completely forgetting her anger towards Peter as she watched his heartbroken rage. "No one can catch me and make me a man!"

Alice took a step toward him to which he instantly fell back in defense. Being her stubborn self, she took one of his hands in both of hers. "I do not want to grow up either, Peter." Almost as soon as she spoke the wind slowed to a steady breeze. The clouds too receded until they were a pale grey rather than the dark black they had been. "I will not ask you to grow up ever."

A moment stopped the wind and entire world of Neverland when sky blue eyes met forest green ones. Peter tore his eyes away and shook his hand free from hers which he hadn't noticed he was clutching to. "But you still want to go home."

"Yes." Alice looked down as well with a nod. "I can't be your mother, Peter. I'm…I'm just a child."

An echo flooded his foggy mind. It was something Wendy had said but he couldn't place the memory exactly. It was probably one of the few about her that he forgot along with the rest of his adventures. After all, the only reason he went to Wendy to hear his stories was because he personally forgot them to remain eternally young.

"I'll take you home."

Alice smiled but Peter could not understand why she still seemed sad. He lifted into the air and waved for her to follow. Upon seeing her reluctance he remembered that he had watched her for several minutes try and fail at flying on her own.

"I can't do it alone." She murmured and Peter circled around her.

"Well, if you want to get home you got to fly yourself!" He beamed at his newest idea for a game. "I brought you here, you take yourself back." He flipped in the air. "I'll lead the way!" He exclaimed and Alice wrapped her arms around herself.

"I don't know…"

"You flew when we got here!"

"That is different. You were helping me."

Peter shook his head. "Nuh uh, you flew from the ocean to the hideout all by yourself. Just do it again."

"Perhaps because I was already flying? I just need help getting started…" The suggestion was sound but Peter refused to help her in his game. After all, it was amusing to watch her get frustrated. "You still will not help me?"

He grinned as he floated cross-legged and arms folded over his chest. Alice sighed and brushed her hair back.

"How else can I fly if not just shooting up?" She asked herself, considering that maybe putting herself in a dire situation she could fly herself to safety. "I will not leap off a cliff, before you suggest that." She pointed out to which Peter closed his open mouth.

"You…could run down a hill and see if the wind will pick you up?"

"That would work?"

"I've done it before…but I can fly. You can't." He shrugged and Alice looked around until she saw a decline in the jungle.

"I'll try."

She walked over to the slope and made a path with her eyes so she would not have to run into a tree. There were a few rocks or fallen trunks that she would have to jump over. She didn't mind those because the jumps might cause her to fly. Yet the jungle was dark even in mid-day and she could not see as far as she would like to.

"Faith, trust, and Pixie dust." She whispered to herself as Peter flew to position himself next to her. That way, he could soar with her and help her if need be. She met his eyes and smiled. "Here we go!"

Without allowing herself to second guess her choice she dashed with surprising speed down the hill. Peter chased after her and she jumped over a rock—nothing.

"Think happy thoughts!" He reminded her and she immediately tried to do so.

"Tea parties." She panted.

Still, nothing.

"Smiling cats!"

Another leap over a high log did not work.

"Painting flowers."

Alice kept dashing down the hill but still she could not fly. She closed her eyes tightly and was aware of how fast she was going due to the pounding of her feet on the ground of Neverland. Spontaneously she would try to jump into the air as she ran to try and fly. Still, nothing.

"Alice!" Peter shouted but she was too determined to stop.

"Dancing lobsters!"

"Alice, stop!" Peter tried again and she opened her eyes just as a flash of red crashed into her. The object jolted back and she felt tingled from running and suddenly stopping. She shook her head and blinked up at who she ran into—literally.

The man was clad in red velvet, gold, and black. His black hair hung in long ringlets and his frightening eyes shined of a blue far different from Alice blue. She took a step back as her eyes landed on the sword holstered at his side, the crowds of dirty men around him, and all their eyes upon her. The red man stood ahead of them all and closest to her. He lifted a hand to force her chin up and have her face him. Yet as he made contact with her skin she didn't feel flesh, but metal. "What have we here, Pan?"

"Don't touch her, Hook!" Peter spat as he shoved his way in between the two. As Alice stepped further back she saw what had touched her was not a hand…but a hook.

Peter drew out his sword. "You've found a new playmate, I see. Does she tell stories?" Hook asked and leaned around Peter to nod at Alice. She coward away from the pirate. "Yet she can't fly, can she?" He pouted and sarcastically leered at Peter as he clicked his tongue. "What a shame."

Peter said nothing as he kept tense eye contact with the man and his sword was still aimed at the man's chest. He moved to stand beside Alice and wrapped an arm around her waist without breaking his stare with Hook. She could not be sure what his plan was but just in case he chose to fly she snaked her arms around his neck and braced herself close to him. His arm tightened around her as she did so. Alice looked back at Hook who was grinning at her wickedly. She was almost reminded of the Cheshire Cat, yet his grin was not evil—twisted and insane; but not evil. Before she could react Peter shot up into the air and they broke through the tree tops and reached the sky.

Unlike she assumed, he did not let her go but flew directly for the star leading back to Earth. His sword was still drawn and held tightly in his fist. His other hand as digging into her as it held onto her dress as if he wanted to be sure he had a hold on her. She looked at his face and saw a serious scowl that stunned her.

Peter looked almost…frightening.

Yet as they soared through the beautiful arrays of color and the planets they arrived once more back at Earth. The clouds created a thin layer of water to coat every inch of them as they finally saw London come in to view.

The city splayed out under them as they descended to the ornate home of the Kingsley family. Her window was still open and the curtains seemed to wave to her as they drew closer. He released her and she felt that she could walk on the air of her own accord, but Peter kept her hand in his as he made sure she was secure. They locked eyes and the only noise to interrupt them was the breeze passing through them.

"We'll meet again. Won't we, Peter?" Alice asked softly so as not to wake her family. He met her eyes and searched for some answer to a question he would never ask.

Peter Pan nodded. "I'll be back again before you know it!"

He tried to sound optimistic but truly he was sad. He didn't want Alice to leave like Wendy did. Something was set in Peter's mind that told him he and Alice could have endless adventures together. They could spend countless days Imagining, fighting with pirates, hunting with Indians, and playing with the Lost Boys. For some reason in the little time he knew her, he could see her perfectly woven into the history of Neverland. Wendy, on the other hand, only tried to be parallel with it.

"You won't remember me." Alice said. He zoned back in to what she was saying and grief struck him.

She said it with such certainty. Wonderfully, in a way only Alice can commit, she had guessed his one great curse. He would not—could not—remember her. Quickly he tore off his hat and fell into a bow. "Goodbye, Alice."

Without waiting for her to return the dismissal he flew into the night sky. Alice watched him go and felt a feeling settle inside her person. "Goodbye, Peter."

Tell me what you think! :3

Before everyone goes and asks…NO! The Fairy Alice chills with is NOT Terence from Pixie Hallow. I thought about it, but decided against it. He is just a random Fairy.