A/N: I planned this chapter longer, but I didn't want to keep you any longer. My laptop died on me, so the content had to be rescued from my hard drive first. Hope you guys will enjoy this!

A/N 2: I've been adding to this chapter since it was terribly short. I had intended it longer and did not manage to put everything in the next chapter. So I've added to this chapter :)

Chapter 10; Just something…

Peter stood on the balcony of Bianca's home and looked up at the sky. Some would think that he was looking at the moon but that wouldn't be true. He was looking up at a star. The second on the right to be exact. The second on the right he used to look for and fly straight through 'till morning, to a place he could never reach again. And now, with Wendy's handprint burning on his cheek, he longed to go back to Neverland. He could not go back however, because he was no longer a child. Not that he was an adult either, he refused to become one of those. One of those shriveled, dried up, unimaginative people who only care about their wallet and reputation. He was something in between and he would do his best to stay just where he was.

If he only could…

Perhaps then he would be able to rid himself of Wendy's face. It kept appearing whenever he would close his eyes and she looked so hurt every time he did. He could also remember an angry Wendy but that memory would fade along with the mark on his cheek. The hurt look on her face however, that one kept forcing itself on him and Peter knew that Bianca would say that he felt guilty. A stubborn look appeared on Peter's face and his jaw hardened. He did not feel guilty. He was Peter Pan and he was great. He had done nothing to feel guilty about. Wendy should be the one feeling guilty, she had slapped him! He had done absolutely nothing wrong, but perhaps he should check on her. Just to make sure that she was alright?

Not long thereafter Peter stood underneath a streetlight and was looking up at the Darling their house. There were only two places where he could enter the house. The first option, using the front door just like Wendy had suggested had to be dismissed straight away. Mister en Mrs. Darling would never let him in. The second option was worth considering and it wasn't even that dangerous. Not as dangerous as meeting Wendy's parents! He only needed to climb up the side of the house en enter through the opened window. After that he had to creep through the hallway and into the bedroom that Wendy shared with her brothers.

Nothing to worry about. It would be a piece of cake. Even if Peter did take into account that he could no longer fly. If he were to fall, he would surely plummet towards a certain death. That wouldn't happen however. Peter climbed walls and jumped off balconies on a regular basis. This really would be just a piece of cake.

Peter nodded and walked up to the house. He could do this. He could totally do this…

Without a second thought the stated to climb the vine that was growing against the back of the house. He had never tried to break into the Darling house before, but it made sense to do so. Why? Peter didn't know but it really did make sense. Visiting Wendy when she didn't even know that he was there.

Climbing the wall was a bit more challenging then Peter had expected, but it a challenge he couldn't face it was not. It took him about half an hour to find his way up to the windowsill. There the teenager had decided to catch his breath. He weighed a bit more then when he was younger. Not that he was weak! Or fat for that matter. No, he just had to make very certain that the vine was able to hold his weight. Climbing a wall to a bit more effort but he had made it. Now he only had to make sure that Wendy's parents weren't sleeping in the room. Getting caught would make the situation pretty awkward.

Cautiously Peter pushed the curtains aside en peeked into the room. It was a light room, with a bed in the centre. The bed was too small to actually have two people sleeping in it and Peter breathed a sigh of relieve. No evil parents with horns attached to their heads, wings on their backs and tails whisking out of their backsides. Of course he could easily defeat such foul and evil beings but why should he bother when there was no need to?

Peter swung his leg over the windowsill and completely lost his balance, tumbling into the room. He landed onto the floor with a loud 'thud' and remained silent for a second. He had totally meant to do that. It had been completely intentional! He did not want to be found here, so dropping straight to the floor was the best thing to do. No one would notice him, sniffing dust out of the carpet.

Tensely Peter listened as the person in the bed mumble something and turned about. The sheets rustled en Peter forced himself to look up at the bed. The last time that he had been in the Darlings their house, he had heard the same sound. Back then it had been the sound of Wendy, bending over the end of her bed to look at him. He had been sitting there, trying to glue his shadow back with soap. It had not worked… So when he heard the noise this time, he was fully expecting that someone would be looking straight at him. That was not true. Apparently the person in the bed had only heard him plummet towards the floor and awoke slightly. Just slightly. The person had turned and was now sound asleep, thank God!

Peter sighed of relieve. Had had not realized that he had stopped breathing when he had heard the sound, yet his brain was screaming at him to breath. Slowly he got up but was hesitant to move. Perhaps it had not been such a good idea to come to the Darling's house. If he were to be caught Mister Darling was very likely to raise hell. As silently as he could Peter started to move towards the door but froze as his eyes fell on the bed. Wendy!

From the moment he saw her, Peter realized that he should not be here. It had been wrong of him to come to her house. It had been wrong to enter her bedroom. All of it had been wrong, yet it felt so right…

Peter sat next to Wendy's bed. He knew very well that he should not be here, it was wrong. At the same time however, it felt so right. Looking at Wendy's back as she lay sleep in her bed did not feel wrong, it felt like he belonged. Had she been awake, Wendy would have never accepted that he was in her bedroom. Peter knew that but did not care much about it at the present time. As long as Wendy was asleep, he could freely sit next to her bed. He could tell her everything that he could not voice had she been away. He could tell her things no one knew about him and he could even pretend that she would hear every word that came over his lips.

"You should know that I did not let you leave because I did not care about you. I cared enough to let you go. I cared enough about you that I did not want you to be unhappy, so I let you leave." Peter whispered the words as he looked at Wendy's back. She had not moved and her breathing had not changed one bit. Wendy was still asleep, Peter was convinced of it. In fact, he was so sure of it, that he continued:

"When you left if felt like my insides were slowly turning into ash. I collapsed when I came back to Neverland, never before had I felt so cold. I was sure that when I had lost sight of you that everything would go back to normal. But the darkness that came over me did not leave once I was back home. And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied. The wind chilled me to the bone, heartless and uncaring. Just how I felt and I realized one thing. I used to be my own protection, but not at that moment. My path had lost direction somehow and back then, I didn't know why.
I think it was because you went away, because I had to let you go. At that moment, the darkness overcame. Not only due to the fact that you left Wendy. No, if it only had been you who had left, I might've been able to cope. But when you left, you took everything. Your brothers, the Lost boys and every positive feeling in my life. I was just a little boy, as you so rightly put it and you made sure that there was no one left to care about me. Should I've ever needed it…"

The last words were added as a afterthought. Even after all those years Peter still wasn't able to let his pride go and show his vulnerable side. Not even to a sleeping Wendy. The teenager combed through his hair and sighed. He looked up at the ceiling and continued to whisper: "I thought that I would find so much more by coming to London but I've only lost so much more then I could ever imagine."

Peters voice broke and for several minutes the only sound was that of Wendy and Peter's breathing. During that time Peter stood and walked towards the window again. Standing on the windowsill, he looked back at Wendy' sleeping form.
"I wish that I could say that I hate you." He grabbed the vine that was growing against the back of the house and stepped into the night before saying: "But that is just something I cannot do."

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Wendy tried not to move. She kept her eyes transfixed on the wall opposite of her and desperately tried to keep the tears from falling. He had come to her house, after all those years. It did not feel the same, if felt like he was ripping her heart apart with his honesty. Of course Peter would think that she was fast asleep and could not hear a word but she could. She had awoken when he had tumbled into her room but dared not to say something to him. The fact that she had slapped him was something she felt ashamed about but could not apologize for at the very same time.

Every fiber of her body screamed at her to stop Peter. To say that she was sorry. Not for the slap but for stealing his world, for leaving him, for making him so miserable. She had never thought about it in that way but Peter had been right. When she had left Neverland, when she had left him she took everything he had known in his life. Yet the teenager didn't move. This was not the Peter she once knew. The young boy whom she had admired so much and hope so much of was no longer there. He had grown up and was coping with things she knew nothing of.

Wendy blinked and the tears fell. The boy she had know would've never been able to say the things that Peter just had confessed to. It had been what she had hoped to hear all those years ago. What she needed to hear. Exactly what could've made her stay with him. Words he had not known the meaning off at that time. She had wanted him to feel but had not wished him to be so unhappy, alone and inadequate. Not even when she had called him insufficient. Not even when she was so angered with his inadequacy of feeling something beyond pride and anger that she had joined Captain Jas. Hook.

The girl hid her face in her pillow, ashamed of her behavior back then. She had told Peter that he was just a boy and when he had not been able to respond in the way she wished, she had left him. In her anger she had not even realized that she was being vengeful and took everything he knew. She had realized it when he told her, far too late to change anything about it.

She had wronged him. She had wronged him so much that he should indeed hate her. He had every right to loath her for what she had done to him whilst being in Neverland. She still wasn't counting the slap. That he had deserved. He should not have implied that her family did not care about her safekeeping. Everything else, she should repent for. Leaving him, hurting him and perhaps even forcing him to grow up. There would be a chance, because he had said that he did not hate her, even though he should. But where to start?

In the room right next to Wendy her youngest brother was holding his breath, trying to determine if everyone in the house was asleep. Holding his breath made sure that he would not miss anything by breathing louder than the sound itself. He could hear nothing and that was a good sign. No one should know that he was still awake, that he was planning to get out of bed even.

The young boy peeked over the covers, just to make sure that his brothers were really, really asleep. Sometimes the twins would not only talk in their sleep but would walk around as well. The situation would get really ugly if Michael were out of bed and one, or both twins would trip over him. If that were to happen everything would be blown wide open!

With a last peek the youngest of the Darling family got out of bed and found his way towards the closet. Before opening it he quickly glanced around, with so many brother he could never be too sure. One of them could wake up at any moment! So after making sure that everyone was still asleep, Michael opened the door and snuck into the closet, whispering: "Tiger Lily?"