You say hello, and I say… new chapter. Don't you guys love the Beatles? Oh well I do, and I also love the fact that I was able to update so soon. Unbelievable right?

Anyway this chapter and the next one are very important for the story. Again I have to apologize for any grammatical mistakes as I don't have a Beta (If any of you or anyone you know would like to be it I would be eternally grateful!) and my mother keeps insisting I might be dyslexic, which it's a ridiculous idea, I woult habe a lott more mistaks if I waz!

So just enjoy …Oh! And I really really think you should listen to the song while reading. It's an amazing song and it really sets the mood for the chapter. If you copy and paste the name of the song in YouTube it's the first result you get.

Soundtrack: A Song for a Lover of Long Ago - Justin Vernon. (Bon Iver)

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters or settings. Those belong to the respective owners of TLB and Peter Pan.I do however own the original characters and situations.

Chapter 10. A Song for a Lover of Long Ago.

They had all finished eating and disgracefully for Wendy, the boys had realized she could actually cook without intoxicating anyone; not only that, but they also noticed she had something of a special talent for omelets. And she was sure that from now on they were going to take advantage of her in that aspect.

She had eaten in silence, knowing what would come after she finished her plate.

She was so nervous her legs wouldn't stop shaking. She had no idea what was going to happen. She felt her heart skip a beat as David finished his omelet and then stood up from his seat.

"You guys go and wait at the boardwalk. I'll get there with Wendy later…" He said to his friends with a seemingly friendly voice, but they could all tell that it was actually an order. "We'll meet you at Dex's."

The three boys nodded as they started to walk towards the exit of the cave.

"See you later Wendy lady!" Paul yelled at her with his typical flirty smile. Wendy couldn't help to smile back even as nervous as she was. She saw how Dwayne sent a piercing gaze at her only to disappear a second later after his blonde friends. It was as if Dwayne knew something about what was going to happen to her.

Marvelous; now she was nervous and confused.

"Go grab your jacket." She heard David's voice talk to her, making her realize she had been standing in the same place and looking like a fool for quite a while. She turned in her heels to face him. David was standing by the entrance with a cigarette in his mouth; Wendy smirked at this. That boy smoked more than a French prostitute on a holiday.

She headed for her bed and then grabbed her old leather jacket. She slipped it on while she followed David out of the cave.

The cold air of the night hit her like a bucket full of water. She shivered and then buttoned up her jacket. It was in that moment that she saw David getting on his bike.

"I thought we were going to go for a walk at the beach…" She said feeling a little stupid.

He had a tiring expression on his face as he switched on his bike. The roaring noise made her jump a little. "Yes but the beach is around a mile from here, I'm sure you remember from your little tour the other day while we were resting." Wendy blushed realizing he knew more things than he let on. "So unless you want to jump from the cliff and swim that mile, I suggest you get on the bike."

"Or maybe you could just fly us there…" she muttered under her breath as she climbed on the bike, but she was sure he had heard her.

Wendy caught a glance at his deep and cold stare before she closed her eyes and felt the adrenaline run through her veins. She tightened her hold on his waist as the bike sped up. Of course she would never tell him, but she secretly loved riding his bike. Not only because she could feel him closer than ever, but also because it made her feel free. It was like flying away from all the trouble of the world.

He drove faster than any sane person would, but she knew he had everything under control. It only took them about two minutes to reach their destination.

David parked the bike right on the beach and then helped her land in the sand, to Wendy's surprise.

"What?" He asked rudely as she kept staring at him with confusion. Wendy shook her head as if trying to diminish her shock.

"All right, I'm waiting…"

"Waiting for what?" Wendy asked at his impatience. They had started walking and in the distance she could perfectly spot the gleaming lights of the boardwalk.

"Waiting for you to talk." He said with annoyance. Wendy saw him take out another cigarette, and then it occurred to her the possibility that maybe he smoked when he was angry… or perhaps even nervous?

"You're the one who said with needed to talk!" She exclaimed stopping in front of him.

"Yes but you're the one who has to do the talking babe." He said smirking at her as he exhale the smoke out of his mouth.

"I'm not your babe! And I don't even know what you want me to talk about!" Wendy spat at him now really angry with his arrogance. She noticed how his eyes got darker as she was clearly pissing him off.

"Well maybe you could start by telling me what the fuck you were actually crying about when you woke me up!" He said stepping closer to her. Wendy felt a chill run down her spine as David's eyes turned yellow. "Or maybe you could tell me how the fuck are you even alive! You died! I know you did!" He was gripping her shoulders now and in that moment Wendy realized he wasn't angry… He was in pain. "I don't understand any of this shit!"

They stayed in silence for a moment, only listening to their agitated breathings. David was looking at the sand now, but he wouldn't let go of her shoulders.

Wendy was in shock. She couldn't actually believe any of the things that had happened in the past few days, and specially this. She had spent her whole life telling herself that it was not real, that it couldn't be real.

"What happened to you..?" Wendy mumbled not even realizing her own words. He lifted his gaze from the sand and Wendy relaxed a little as she noticed his eyes were blue again.

"I… I don't remember." He admitted, but Wendy knew he wasn't being entirely truthful. "It was a long time ago!" David finally let go of his grip on her as his eyes drifted to the dark sea.

"I want to know… I want to know how you're standing right here." He said after a minute of silence.

Wendy stared at him with her mouth open and not knowing what to say. He gave her a determined look that pierced right through her soul.

"I don't remember very well either…" she began to say making an effort to recall what she had buried deep inside her soul. "I just… I've been telling myself that it was only a dream. That it never really happen."

"But it did!" He yelled at her with more force than he probably intended. Wendy took a step back fearfully. She didn't want him to kill her in one of his angry moments. "You died Wendy. You died in 1940 during the London Blitz! Jane told me!"

But Wendy couldn't do anything more than stare at his desperate cries. Not even the mention of her former daughter could shake her out of her distress. She was completely speechless as scenes of the bombing passed in front of her eyes. It was like reliving the pain…

She was running through the streets of London, her body getting tired with an increasing speed as it reminded her that she was not a kid anymore.

Wendy could hear the loud and alarming noise of the air raid siren. She tried to make it through the many civilians that were panicking as they intended to reach a shelter. It had been months since the raids had started, but even so she had a feeling that night was going to be different.

She never stopped running until she reached her old house, the small home shelter only a few meters from it.

Her house looked almost the same as it always had. She had live in there since her birth. She had been raised in there along with her brothers. And after her parents died she and her husband had inherited it. Wendy had even brought up her own daughter in that house.

Even the porch she was standing in was the same porch where she had received that fateful night the Medal of Honor after her husband died during the first war. She had cried so much that night.

She took a long breath as she opened the wood door and then let it go the moment she stepped on the carpet.

Her beautiful house was falling down. She could spot dust in every surface and even a couple of spider webs on the corners of the walls.

Wendy knew she was being very irresponsible. She should be getting inside the shelter in that moment, but instead there she was, in the living room, looking at old photos.

She reached out to touch a specific one. The old photograph illustrated her with her parents and her brothers. She was only thirteen then. In fact she even remembered the day in was taken, her mother had made her wear a horrible pink dress. It had been their first family photo.

Wendy smiled noticing John's and Michael's uncomfortable expressions. She missed her siblings so much. They had been the world to her.

She felt the tears run down her wrinkled face as she turned to look at another picture.

This one showed a more grown up Wendy holding a small baby girl in her arms with a handsome man at her side, Edward, who was never able to see that baby become the magnificent woman she was today. Wendy felt relief wash over her as she knew Jane would be safe in Gloucester with her brother Michael.

She remembered how much her daughter had begged her to go to the countryside with her. But she could have never left her home. No war on earth, heaven or hell would be able to do that.

So much was going in her mind that Wendy didn't even realize she had climbed up the stairs until she saw herself in front of the nursery.

Why was she feeling so melancholic that night?

She stepped inside her old room and smile at how little it had changed through the years. The only major difference was that instead of three beds there was only one now. Jane's of course. Most of her old toys were still lying around the room, and even the curtains were the same.

Barely acknowledging her actions, Wendy walked towards the window and then lifted it open. She felt the cold breeze hit her as fast as the siren noise hurt her ears. It was impressive but, no matter what was going on in the world, she couldn't help to feel like a child as she sat down under the window frame and then stared at the sky.

Everything was so different now. She was not a child anymore. The streets of London were darker than ever, and the once shiny sky was now gloomy and sinister. There were no stars and that made her heart ache more than anything.

Had she imagined it all? What if it had all been a product of her overachieving imagination?

But it couldn't be! Her brothers remembered it as well, and even Jane had lived through it. She wasn't going crazy.

It had all been real.

And the worst part was that she had let it all go. She had let Neverland go. She had let him go…

She started to cry as the pain became intolerable. She was grateful of her life. She had had a caring husband, and she loved her daughter more than life itself.

But even so… she missed him more than she could bear.

He had always been everything to her. Always. And she would give almost anything in her life to see him again, to have a chance with him again.

Wendy banged her head against the wall as the bombs started to fall around the city. The sound of people yelling consumed her completely.

The last thought that crossed her mind was seeing him one more time.

Her only desire was a second chance.

Wendy never stopped crying and at her last moment she remembered seeing some golden dust fall over her crumbled body, perhaps the product of her imagination…

And then everything went black.

So I took a lot of liberties with Wendy's age as J.M. Barrie never really cleared when his play took place. We only know it was during the beginning of the Edwardian era. (The early years of the 20th century). So just for your interest I'm having Wendy be born around the 1890s so she could be 13 around the 1900's, and 50 during WWII.

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