Before I explain this chapter I want to send a shout out to my number one fan cessaquias who motivated me to finish this chapter! I had such awful writer's block this morning when I woke up and your comments helped me to keep writing! Thanks so much for your support, this one is for you! (:

Chapter Three: Hasty Decisions

"Shhh...Wendy! It's me!" A familiar voice sounded. Instantly, Wendy was frozen, consumed with utter joy and happiness. Against his hold, Wendy could feel the stranger's heartbeat racing fast like a racehorse. With her sudden stillness, the stranger broke his hold on Wendy and she swung around to fully face the boy.

Everything in the room was dark and the only light came from the glow of the fireflies, but Wendy did not need to see the stranger's face. She knew that voice, she knew that warm hand.

"Peter!" she cried, leaping forward into his arms. Instantly, Peter's face was a bright shade of fuchsia, but Wendy didn't notice. All she cared about was the feel of his familiar embrace. A small smile crept onto Peter's face as he realized just how much he had missed Wendy. But the happy reunion did not last long, and another realization hit Peter like a ton of bricks.

"Wendy," he began, stepping away from her heavy embrace, "You're taller."

Thankfully they could not see each other in the dark, because the emotion that crossed Wendy's face next was not a happy one.

"Only a little," she said sheepishly, keeping her head down.

"You're taller than me, though, see?" he measured with his hand, a look of pure disgust crossing his features.

"One could hardly tell, Peter," Wendy insisted, knowing that things were headed in the wrong direction.

"No, Wendy, it's very noticeable."

"Peter, we mustn't speak in the dark. It's very hard for me to read your expressions this way." Wendy turned to the lamp, grasping the knob in her thumb and forefinger.

A dark fear coursed through Peter. He knew that the moment he saw Wendy's face everything would be different, that all of their adventures would mean nothing, because she wouldn't be his Wendy.

Without a second to waste, Peter flew to Wendy's side, determined to stop her. "No Wendy don-" but it was too late, Wendy was just too quick. In the dim light of the wall lamp, both of their faces were clearly illuminated. As if a switch had gone off, Peter's heart sank.

"Oh no..." he whispered, backing away from the brunette haired girl. Wendy was much different. She had longer hair that was glossy and flowing. Her lips were a deep shade of ruby and her eyes shined like fireworks in the night sky. She was beautiful, but she was not his Wendy.

"Wendy, you, you, grew up," he almost spat, disbelief settling on his tongue.

"No not really, Peter." She cried, following him in quick strides. Peter backed away even farther so that he fell backwards onto her bed. Tears formed in his eyes as it became clearer that Wendy was no longer his, and she would never be again.

"Peter," she said, hand fluttering as if wanting to reach out to him but then changing her mind. "I'm only two years older," she insisted, trying so hard to help him understand.

Peter Pan, being the boy who never grew up, had no real concept of time or how it passed for normal humans. What seemed like a lifetime to him might only be an hour to us. And a lifetime for us could pass as a minute for him. So though it had really only been two years, Peter just simply did not understand. To him, it had only been a few weeks since he had dropped Wendy off back at home and he believed that Wendy had chosen to grow up, as if it wasn't the product of time passed.

Something stirred deep inside Wendy as she realized that this might be her very last chance to visit Neverland, based on the way things were going now.

Setting her jaw, Wendy took a huge gulp of breath to prepare herself. "Peter," she began but before she could go on, a knock sounded at her door.

"Wendy?" her father's voice called. Simultaneously, both of their heads snapped in the direction of the door. In a moment of panic, Wendy grasped Peter's wrist and thrust him towards the window.

"Hide!" she hissed. And then on second thought, she stopped him before he could make it out of the window. "But do not leave!" She specified. Then to seal the deal, she pulled his arm bringing his cheek level with her lips and she gave him a light and fleeting kiss.

Before a second had passed, Wendy was pulling away and pushing Peter out of the window. Her next problem was the fireflies that were basically seeping from her walls, but upon closer inspection, they had all seemed to disappear along with Peter. It was a good thing too because the brass doorknob had turned all the way and the tall figure, recognizably her father, had appeared in the doorway.

With the force of Wendy's push, Peter fell backwards out of her window. He hardly even noticed though because the tingly feeling of her kiss was still lingering on his cheek.

In a relaxed, laying back position, Peter floated beneath Wendy's window sill, only sub consciously paying attention to the exchange between her and her father.

"Your mother recounted to me that your meeting with Edward went rather well." Mr. Darling said almost smugly. She's different, but her kisses still make me feel the same inside, Peter thought absentmindedly.

"Yes, I daresay it went very well actually." Wendy replied reluctantly. Is it possible that she became prettier? I wonder if I could convince her to stay in Neverland with me this time, Peter wondered in a daze.

"Then I suppose there will be no further disagreement on the marriage." Mr. Darling concluded. Marriage! Peter abruptly flew up without thinking and hit his head on the window sill ledge. "Ouuchh." He rubbed his head in pain and then brought himself back to his senses. Peter flew up right next to the open window now, listening intently.

"Father, I still don't see Edward as a husband. He is merely a good friend."

"Well whether you like it or not Edward will be your husband and the fact that the two of you got on so well is only further proof that this will be a splendid match!"

"But mother said I still had time to choose!" Wendy replied almost desperately.

"Your mother is not in charge here, I am. And I say it is high time for you to grow up and do as I ask."

No way is Wendy growing up any more! I won't let her! Peter seethed, using all of his will not to reveal himself.

"I will not grow up!" Wendy bit back. You tell him Wendy!

"As long as you live under my roof, you will abide by my rules!" And with that, there was the sound of a door slamming and a thump as Wendy fell to her knees. Again, that awful feeling had made its way to her heart.

Peter's head appeared at the edge of the window, and at the sight of Wendy on the floor, he flew to her side and kneeled before her.

Silent tears were again making their way down Wendy's face leaving behind long stains. More than anything she wanted to forget about her awful fate, to turn back time and stay with Peter.

Lifting his hands delicately, Peter caught one of Wendy's tears and studied it.

"Shall we go, Wendy?" he asked quietly, offering his hand.

Wendy did not have to ask what he meant. Without answering, she placed her hand in his and closed her eyes for the adventure that was sure to come.

So that's it for today! Until tomorrow everyone! (: