Sorry, sorry, sorry for the long wait! And sorry the last chapter was so short, Ill try to make it up by having longer chapters. My family and I are going on a surprise trip (well, surprise for us to go, mom and dad) and i wont have acess to a computer till sunday, so I wont be able to update till then. Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 4

She's not here thought Peter, confused. For a second, he was afraid they had left and lived somewhere else. But it couldn't be. The nursery looked exactly the same, except there was a bed missing: Wendy's. He climbed in and started to pace and look around.

"Peter" There was a whisper behind him. Quick as a flash, Peter took out his dagger and pointed it forward. John stood in front of him with his eyes fixed on the dagger pointing to his stomach, with an expression of terror.

"Oh, hello John." Said Peter as he put his dagger away. John, still looking at the place where the dagger disappeared replied:

"Hello Peter, long time no see" John looked up and was surprised to see Peter had a look of pain engraved on his face. "What's wrong? Peter, are you hurt?"

"John, has Wendy grown up?" Peter asked in a barely audible whisper. To this, and much to Peter's surprise, John laughed, waking Michael up.

"Grown up? It's been a month! Peter, it takes years for a child to grow up. If anything, she's…"

"PETER PAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" There was a blur of stripes and then a gasp. Peter was being hugged by a pair of arms that seemed like a tight elastic band.

"Michel, let him go!" John commanded pulling his brother away from Peter. "And don't yell, you'll wake up half the house, not mention wear Wendy down to an ocean of tears if she is still awake. You know how she reacts to hearing Peter's name."

"But he's here now" Frowned Michael "Shouldn't she be happy to hear his name?"

"Michael, you must remember the very reason for which she's stopped telling story's, she misses him too much!! Besides, how in the world is she going to know that Peter is here? She must surely think that we were simply playing a peter pan game, or retelling one of her stories. She doesn't want to barge in here with her hopes up, and then be disappointed again, so she won't even try. And also because she's convinced Peter's forgotten all about her, she…"

"SHE WHAT?!?!?!?"

Michael and John jumped. They had practically forgotten Peter was there. He was looking at them with a mixture of pain, panic and sadness. But mostly pain.

"She thinks I forgot her?" He said a little softer, sitting down on Michael's bed. "Wendy's suffering because of me." He covered his face with his hands. "What have I done?" John sat down slowly next to him. He heard a sniffle and realized Peter was crying. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Peter, you're the best thing that has ever happened to our sister. When she would tell stories about you, her face would light up. When she met you, she was jubilant. And when she was with you, she was at her happiest."

"No, John, she wasn't always." Peter replied in a muffled voice. "I said horrible things to her. That night, when I took her to see the fairies. I told her that I have never and never will love anyone. I told her the sound of it repulsed me and that I can't feel. And I told her I would banish her, and when she wouldn't leave, I told her to go home if she wanted to grow up so much. And don't forget when we fought when she announced she had become a pirate."

John had never heard that side of the story before. Michael stood staring with a confused expression. Peter just cried silently. Then, there was another cry. "Peter" it said "oh, Peter".

Peter looked up, startled. His eyes were red and there were tears rolling down his cheeks. John took a deep breath.

"That's Wendy." He said. "Whatever you said to her, she must have forgotten by now or she wouldn't be so sad. She misses you, Peter. Loves you." He patted Peter on the back. "She needs you" Peter gulped.

"I think" he said in a shaky voice "It's about time I paid Wendy a visit" John smiled and nodded. Peter stood up. "Do you know where she is?" He asked with a little more confidence.

John stood up as well, walked up to the window, and opened it. He stuck his head out and pointed to the left.

"It's the farthest window to the left. She should still be up; I see a light coming from there."

"Ok"

"Good luck Peter"

"Thanks. Come on Tinker Bell" And they zoomed out the window.

A now smiling John came back inside and found Michel standing in the middle of the room, looking thoughtful.

"Isn't it funny that the night we wonder how to get in touch with Peter pan, he comes to visit?"

"Oh Michael." chuckled John, shaking his head.

Sorry you didnt get to see what happens between peter and wendy yet, but I ran out of time to write. Ill take my note book, so i can write an then just type it up later, so the wait wont be as long. please review, I want to know what you think so far!!