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Chapter two: Is that really you?

Tinkerbell flew by Peter's side. She remained quiet, keeping her thoughts to herself, trying to sort them out in that little head of hers.

Noticing Tink's silence, which was very unusual in her, Peter stopped, Tinkerbell stopping a few meters ahead, after realizing Peter wasn't flying anymore. She flew back to him and stepped on his open palm.

"What's wrong with you, Tink?" He asked with nothing but genuine concern upon his sea green eyes.

Tinkerbell answered, her voice like a million little bells.

"Ah, the girl. Should've known." Peter said. "I told you she was going to be alright... what?... grow up? But why? No one deserves to be forced to grow up, no one should ever be forced to!"

Tinkerbell shrugged. Being so small she could only afford to feel one feeling at the time, and right then that feeling was pure sadness. She sniffed a couple of times and then lowered her eyes.

Peter smiled at her kindly and began to tickle her, like she had done so many times before when he was sad. "Come on, Tink, she'll be ok... I know you are worried...what do you mean 'we'...yes, if you want to come and visit her that's alright...now, can we going? I really must hurry, Tink, lets go!"

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"Of course, Michael, oh dear brother, what ever made you think I'd say no?... Madison will love it here I'm sure of it , she can even sleep in the nursery were we slept, remember? Of course not, Michael... well, I'll expect you next Thursday, then?, ok bye-bye, say hi to Miranda and Madison for me!" Wendy Moira Angela Darling sighed deeply as she clung the phone. "Oh, Michael," she whispered her voice breaking slightly, as tears began to gather up in her blue eyes.

The death of her nephew Abel had affected her, and the whole family, deeply. Abel was a lovely child, so young, that was the saddest thing, he had a whole and wonderful life ahead but he didn't have the chance to live it. Abel was, special. He was so innocent and magical. Wendy remembered him every day, his strawberry blonde hair, his sparkling blue eyes, his adorable happy face, he looked so much like his father at his age. Wendy whipped the tears away from her eyes, as she sniffed. "No more tears, now," She said to herself. "Madison's coming in a week, and everything must be perfect. Come on, Wendy, just imagine how hard must this be for her... no more tears." And with this said, Wendy walked up the stairs to her room.

Wendy Moira Angela Darling was nearly 30 years old... and she had not changed one bit. She still lived in the same house she used to live when she was younger, she still had her beautiful blue eyes and golden brown hair, and above all she still was young in her heart, happy and always willing to tell a story. The only thing that had changed was that she had become a lady, with the help of aunt Millicent, that is. She was sent to live with her aunt when she turned 14, and learned the proper ways of acting like a lady. In that she had found a vocation, and ever since, she was dedicated to help young girls become young ladies. There was plenty of space in the house since she was a widow and since her husband's death she lived alone with her basset hound dog Toby and her housemaid(and friend) Helen. But now there were no girls, mostly found another tutor, or simply turned ladies all by themselves. Now it was Madison's time to become a lady just like she did. It wouldn't be easy for she knew Maddi, and she knew she was just like Maddi is now. Yes, Maddi was a lot like Wendy at her age, inside and out, the same eyes and the same longing for adventure in them. Wendy sighed , she really wished her days as a child would return. "Don't we all..." She muttered smiling to herself.

As Wendy walk pass the nursery, she looked inside. The window was closed, it was only natural to do so in winter, that and the fact she didn't want burglars coming in. But she never locked the window, never. Although she sometimes wondered if Peter had been only a figment of her imagination or real, he hadn't visit since...spring cleaning, and that was so long ago, Wendy could hardly remember, it all came like a dream.

She walked in and towards the window. She opened and sat on the window sill. "Oh, Peter." She muttered looking at the stars, trying to distinguish the second to the left but she couldn't find it, they all look the same to her. "Oh, Peter." She repeated. "Where are you, Peter Pan?

"I'm right here."

Wendy gave a surprised shriek. A boy had just flew down from roof, and was now standing right in front of her. His arms crossed across his chest, a defiant look upon his handsome face. The boy smiled widely showing his pearly white teeth, they looked as if they were still his milk tooth... just like Peter's...but he couldn't be, he looked so



"P-Peter?" Wendy asked, incredulous of what her eyes saw. "Is that really you?"

Peter nodded slowly, his smile dropping immediately, as his eyes looked at the nursery's floor.

"What happened to you, Peter?" Wendy asked.

"I'm still the same!" Peter blurted out defensively.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure you are Peter, it's just that you look so different..." Wendy said. "You have grown up."

"No!...I..." Peter stammered. "I, just...grew."

At this Wendy smiled, he was still a child in someway.

It was true, Peter Pan, the boy who never grew had grown up. He didn't look like the 12 year old boy anymore, he looked about the age of 16. He was taller now, a bit taller than Wendy, as a matter of fact, and also his body had grown into slender and well-toned. His hair remained the same, sun kissed and wind tousled, and so did his eyes, sea green with a mischievous spark in them, the same eyes, nothing had changed in them. Wendi noticed some hair on his chin, Peter was turning into a man!

"Peter how did you..." Wendy asked.

"I don't know, I was hoping you could tell me." Peter confessed.

"Me?" Wendy asked. "Oh, dear... how should I know."

Peter shrugged as he sat crossed legged on the air. "Maybe you could come with me to Neverland again, Wendy, then we could sort this out together, like before."

"Oh, Peter I can't...I have my life all settled up in London... and besides I'm too old to go, I don't remember how to fly anymore, and..."

"You've changed Wendy." Peter stated. "You're not the Wendy I met before... you said you'd never change! You say you'd never forget me!"

" I didn't forget you Peter." Wendy said calmly. "And look at you, you've also changed."

"Liar!" Peter said, pouting. Peter turned around and flew through the window, and into the night.

"Oh, Peter." Wendy sighed. He was still a child in many ways.

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"Dinner's ready!" Carol said as she knocked on Madison's door.

Madison was in her own bedroom now. A room for a young lady, as her mother called it. It wasn't that at all, it wasn't that she wanted to please her mother and become a lady, but she couldn't stand being in the nursery where everything looked, smelled and felt like Abel. It was too painful.

Madison laid in her bed, her eyes closed, she was dreaming of something wonderful I assure you for she had a huge smile on her lips. She woke up with carol's calls, her head resting on her right arm, her left hand playing with her golden brown hair. Her blue eyes lost in space, while she tried to go back to sleep.

Carol opened the door and came in the room. "Maddi." She said. "Come on, sleepyhead... diner's ready." Carol said shaking Madison by her shoulders.

"Awww..." Madison protested. " I was dreaming of something nice!...I'm not hungry..."

"Not hungry? Not even a little bit hungry?" Carol asked.

"No." Madison lied. "Not even a little bit hungry."

"Then I guess you aren't hungry enough to eat chocolate cake for desert, are you?"

Madison's stomach growled. "Oh, ok, you win." She said swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "Ok, I'm up...are you happy now?"

"Oh, why so grumpy, sweetheart?" Carol asked playfully as she pinched one of Madison's cheeks. Madison was always grumpy when she woke up. Carol smiled as Madison began to make her way out of the room. "Oh, and Madison," Carol said. "Straight up your dress." Carol chuckled as Madison mumbled something.

A few minutes later, Madison was downstairs in the dinning room eating with her parents, Miranda and Michael.

Madison ate as quickly as possible in order to finish soon and go back to sleep. "Oh, what a wonderful dream was that!" she muttered dreamily to herself.

"Excuse me, dear?" Her father asked.

"Oh, nothing, father, nothing." Madison replied. The answer satisfied her father, but it had a different effect on her mother.

"Nothing?" her mother said raising a perfectly arched brow. "You said something Madison, now, don't be childish and tell us."

"It was truly nothing, mother. How was everything at the bank today, father." Madison asked, quickly changing the subject, for she knew that when her mother used the words 'Madison' and 'childish' in the same sentence that spelled 'trouble'.

"Everything was fine, dear. Mr. Watts was in the bank today." Mr. Darling said.

"Oh, Mr. Francis Watts? They say he's a charming man." Mrs. Darling commented.

"Erm...yes, he's indeed very pleasant, he brought his younger son too, William, he's only a few years older than you Maddi."

Madison frowned, at her father and raised her eyebrows. "And..."

"Don't speak to your father in that tone young lady." Her mother warned.

"Sorry." Madison mumbled. "But I don't understand what does that have to do with me."

"Well..." Mr. Darling began, he then mumbled something which Madison didn't understand.

"I beg your pardon, father, I didn't quite understand you..."

"Oh, what your fathers trying to say, Madison, is that young William is a fine young man, and a good catch for you..."

"What?..." Madison asked tears ready to spill and roll down her cheeks. "Mother, I... can't believe this!"

"Oh, Madison, grow up." Her mother said. "Who do you think you are to make such decisions for m!" Madison yelled and holding her tears back she stood up.

"Young lady, I'm warning you!" Mrs. Darling yelled. "Michael, say something!"

"Madison, please sit down." Mr. Darling said calmly, he had a different theory about raising his children: through respect, not through fear as his wife did. But Madison didn't sit, instead she just whispered. "No."

"Madison Darling, I've had enough of your silliness, you're almost 15, not 10 anymore it's time you start acting like it, it's time you start taking some responsibility."

"Never." Madison said.

"What have you just said?!" Mrs. Darling asked, her voice shaking with anger.

"I said, Never. I WILL NEVER GROW UP! I WILL NEVER TAKE RESPONSABILITY! I DON'T WANT TO AND I DON'T MEAN TO!" Madison yelled.

Mrs. Darling stood up and confronted her daughter. Mr. Darling stood up too and stood besides his wife. "Miranda, dear, why don't you sit down and I'll talk to Madison about this, I..."

"Madison Darling, I don't care what you say, you're going to have to grow up, I already told you I'm sick of this silliness, GROW UP!"

"It's MY life, mother, MINE and not yours, and you have no right to..." but Madison couldn't finish the sentence. Mrs. Darling was a woman of a short temper, and she had had much more patience than she usually had. Mrs. Darling slapped Madison across her face.

Madison began to sob as she touched her slapped cheek with one hand. Mrs. Darling stared at her wearing a look of disbelief in her eyes, she had never ever hit her children. She stretched out a hand and tried to reach her daughter, but Madison just looked at her, with hatred in her dark blue eyes, and moved away, walking out of the dinning room, sobbing quietly.

"Madison, wait!" Cried Mrs. Darling.

"Madison listen to your mother." Mr. Darling said pleadingly.

But Madison didn't listen, she kept walking upstairs and into her room, she opened her window and lay her head on the windowsill. This time she didn't cry anymore. "I won't ever grow up, ever... I swear I won't, never, never ,never..." She muttered. "I swear, I'll never become my mother, I'll never get marry, I'll only live for..." she yawned sleepily. "Adventures." Then she closed her eyes again, hoping to find that wonderful dream she had had earlier.

Tinkerbell popped her head from behind a book when she heard this words. She chimed happily, the girl didn't want to grow up! She only wanted to live for adventures! That could only mean one thing, one huge adventure called Peter Pan.

A/n: thanks for reading. The real plot begins next chapter, could somebody help me with a better summary? REVIEW!