Disclaimers: The rights to the film and book "Peter Pan/Peter Pan and Wendy" are not mine - this is merely a fan-made entertaining piece about a path upon which the movie could have led to.

Rating: PG-13 (Because I Don't Want To Be Yelled At For Violence Later On!)

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Summary: This is basically a fanfiction based on the movie Peter Pan - the new recent one... With um, the scary mermaids! Hah, ya - now you know what I'm talking about, thought so!

Setting: This takes place 4 months after Wendy leaves Neverland. Peter Pan has more or less forgotten about her and the lost boys. His worries have become nothing once more. Yet, on this very day, he will realize that he must face the new set worries which may very well alter the very course of his life.

A soft breeze flowed into the room through the opened window. It moved across the empty room and wrapped around the single chair upon which a young man, only fourteen years old at most, sat. His eyes remained shot as the wind spiraled up his thin physique and through his golden blond hair which laid messily atop his head. Suddenly, as if awoken by the breeze's abandonment, his azure eyes shot open and he looked about him. Innocent and pure are the only two words fit to explain the look of his eyes. Yet, something within also called for a great deal of experience. As if he knew more than even he himself thought he knew.

Just then, as his eyes met with the flowing curtains at the open window, a man suddenly opened the hidden door - which blended into the square room's walls - and walked up behind him softly. He slowly turned to face the older man, who was at least twenty years older than him.

"Who are you," he asked with a calm tone as if nothing of what was going on disturbed him.

The man smirked with a quiet and subtle malice across his rugged face and then knelt down so that his head was even with the boy's.

"You are..." He paused as he waited for a response.

"I'm," the boy responded with a great deal of pride and joy in saying his own name, "Peter Pan."

"So, you are the one who I so often heard tales of?" The man's grin grew with an unbelievable malicious glisten in it.

The boy's eyes returned to looking about the room.

"Do you have any idea who I am," the man said with a sudden burst of disgust at the boy's carelessness of him.

"You are..." The boy paused for a moment. His face contorted in thought. "Who are you?"

"I am Lord Gavin Sharp." The man's right hand, out of instinct, shot across his chest in a type of formal pride. "I am Captain Sharp - the new captain of..."

Peter, interrupting him before he could finish his proud announcement, lifted his eyebrow at the man. "Captain Sharp...?" The boy chuckled to himself. "You look awfully dull to me." The ropes suddenly came free as the boy shot up into the air. A sudden ball of light shot in through the window and swirled around him a moment then flew back to the window. "Well, Captain Dull, see ya around!" The boy did a flip in the air and then shot out through the open window while the man, who hadn't moved since the boy flew up from the chair, stood in a complete daze with a look of shock and disgust consuming his face.

"What took you so long, Tink?" Peter said as he and the small orb of light shot through the air like an arrow. His eyes looking back at the large, much more elaborate, ship which floated on the calm waters.

A murmur was all that could be heard from the small woman with wings upon her back, but Peter heard her all too well. She told him of trouble on the mainland. Something was really wrong - horribly wrong.

The two, without another word, darted through the air even faster until they turned, at ninety degrees, towards the ground where a huge fire had begun.

"What's going on?" Peter said, his eyes illuminated in fear by the growing inferno. He knew what it was through stories only. He had never seen a flame before. After all, this was Neverland - there weren't such calamities when he was here.

Tinkerbell, floating just above his right shoulder look around as well - her one emotion turned from haste to fear. She pointed to a large group of men, all in their thirties, who stood a bit off from the flame. Their eyes were bright with lust at the sight of the flame. They wanted more destruction.

"They started it?" Peter looked back up at Tinkerbell who nodded hastily. "Then they shall pay!" Peter, with a single kick in the air, flew directly down until, just before smashing into the ground, made himself upright and landed on the ground.

He was a few yards away from them, concealed by the shadows. This would be a perfect chance to use his trick. A smirk covered his face as he shouted out, his voice matching Captain Sharp's voice, which was amazingly similar to Hook's. "What are you men doing over there?"

The entire crowd scattered around looking about in complete fear.

"Captain, is that you?" One shouted back nervously. His eyes shooting from tree to tree hoping to find where the voice had come from.

"Of course it," his voice cracked suddenly, and his eyes burst open with fear as he grasped his own mouth. The men suddenly burst into laughter, but that wasn't the thing on his mind. His voice had just cracked. He was a boy. His voice shouldn't have cracked.

Just then, as he stared at his own body in complete shock, a man's hand grasped onto his back.

"How'd you get out a' the captain's hold?" The man glared down at him with two eyes that seemed to look to the separate sides of his face. As well, the smell of his breath, which flowed out like a grotesque plague cloud, seemed to burn at Peter's eyes.

"Let go of me!" Peter screamed as he shot up into the air, bursting free of the pirate's grip. He looked about. He was no where near as high as he had meant to go; he was actually beginning to fall back towards the ground. With that thought plaguing his mind now as well, he kicked off the air and began to fly as well he could towards his home, at a slightly downward angle though. As he neared the tree, he felt the grass beginning to brush his bare stomach, as he had kept his eyes shut, for fear that he might suddenly see himself older. Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt his body ram into the ground and tumble forwards crashing heavily into a tree near the entrance to his hidden home.

"Tink," Peter said worriedly, "What's happening to me?" He looked around desperately, but Tinkerbell was nowhere around. His eyes suddenly grew with fear. Where had she gone? Why wasn't she here? Paranoia was beginning to consume him. All this because his voice merely had a slight crack, he told himself reassuringly. "There's no need to be frightened, I can't grow old!" He said happily to himself standing up proud.

"So, the young boy returns..." A man said coldly from behind Peter, "but he returns with time upon his back."

Peter spun around, falling back onto the grass behind him, and stared up at the figure towering above him.

"Who are you...?" His face was covered in his renewed fear.

The man smiled from under the black hood of the shadowy robe which engulfed his entire body. "You have forgotten already?" The man's chuckle sent a shiver of fear down Peter's back. What was happening to him?

"She's waiting for you." The man turned and walked around the large tree that served as the entrance to his home. Quickly, hoping to figure out what he was talking about, Peter flung himself to his feet and rushed to catch up, but the man was gone. There was nothing there but the eerie silence of an abandoned forest. He turned about; no one was there. He was all alone.

A tear suddenly burst free from his eyes; he quickly rubbed it, completely disgusted and confused by it, but there were already too many more coming; falling to the ground, he burried his head away into his arms. He was growing up. Just then, Tinkerbell tugged at his hair; looking up at her, a smile crossed his lips. She flew around him happy to see him joyful again and then flew towards the entrance where she directed him, with a spastic pointing, to go in and rest. He nodded with his old carefree attitude and walked around the tree and to the entrance.

Why should anything like this bother him? He was Peter Pan! He could escape age. He would never grow up - he couldn't.