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 Chapter 2 of the story entitled Tomorrow's Dawn. Based on "Peter Pan" (2003) - that's bout it. Read the first one if you want to know what's going on :)

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.

The door opened and he entered his secret hideout. His only companion was the small flickering light that flew beside him and rushed from place to place. Ever since Hook had broken in, they had been making sure that there was no longer any way of getting in, and if they did they'd be caught. It was a bit paranoid, but Peter had to now. He was all alone, but he didn't think of it like that. He didn't think about it at all.

Everything was in place. The trap on the door to waken him if someone did get in and the entire place searched for any intruders, both complete. He moved across the floor and fell onto the small area where he slept.

"Tink," he said calmly, "did you hear anything weird out there?" He looked over at the small orb of light that was slowly landing on the table.

She responded with a blank expression and a simple shrug. Maybe it all had been in his immagination. That was it! It had to be. He couldn't grow up after all. This was Neverland. You can't grow up here.

He turned over as the small light lifted off the table again, but he took no notice. He focused on the walls. His thoughts returning to what he so wished them not to.

"She's waiting for you," the words echoed in his mind. Who was waiting for him? Was it Tinkerbell? She didn't look like she was waiting. He turned over in the bed again and looked at the entrance. Nothing was there. The entire place seemed to be nothing more than a dieing illusion to him anymore. Something was troubling, and, worse, he couldn't remember what it was.

Slowly his eyes pulled shut as he laid in the bed. Everything was so quiet.

Suddenly, a loud thud came from the door; Peter's eyes burst open as he lifted up from the bed. A loud thud rang throughout the entire place as his head bashed against the roots over his bed.

"I wasn't..." He paused. There was no one there; his eyes searched the entire room. No one was there.

Slowly, he twisted in the bed and let his feet fall to the ground. A moment later, he lifted to his feet and moved across the floor looking about a bit before finally calming himself. It must have just been a dream.

The lump on his head seemed to suddenly awaken as his fears faded away. Instantly, his hand reached up and began to rub his head. "Tink," he said softly looking around. There was no response; she must have gone out.

He moved across the floor. His eyes wandered around the room for something to do; there was no way he could go back to bed - he wasn't tired. Just then, they landed on something out of place. A small flower plucked from the roots was sitting on the table. Inside a liquid glistened in the faint light of the room.

"Wendy," the words flowed out of his lips without him even hearing them. He looked around nervously again and then moved over to the small flower. Kneeling down, the flower seemed to glow with a life that he hadn't seen for so long.

"Peter," a familiar voice said sweetly from behind him, causing him to leap to his feet and pull the small dagger from his side.

"Who's there," he called out a bit off-guard. He quickly repositioned himself to look completely brave.

"Don't worry," the familiar voice responded softly, "it's just me." The voice faded away as the words flowed through the air and into his ears. Everyone of them left its unsettling feel on Peter's chest as he continued to look about for some person. Just then, his eyes spotted the black robed man standing in the corner near the door; the trap was still in place, how did he get in?

The two stood silently facing each other for a long moment before Peter stepped forward as if he didn't even understand the feeling of fear. "Whoever you are, you're not allowed in here; go away."

The man suddenly vanished from sight. With that, Peter couldn't help but let a large grin explode onto his face as his amazing victory. His hands seemed to immediately jump to his waist as he stood proudly - as if King of the entire world. Yet, the moment was suddenly ruined. The trap was shot off and the door exploded open. Light flooded into the room, blinding him for a moment before several shadowy figures appeared in the light.

For a moment, they were nothing more than shadows on the night, but they soon took full form, all three of them. A man, another man, and a woman all appeared before him with scornful eyes. Each one with such a distinct appearance. One of the men was a scraggly looking man - exact in appearance to the former Mr. Sharp; the woman was someone he had never seen before or, atleast, couldn't remember seeing before. She was a young lady - the same age as him actually - with soft brown hair that flowed down her face like a wave, with soft ripples joining it. Her face was innocent, yet there was a slight hint of womanhood throughout it all. She was something he'd seen in a dream - she had to be. Then, the last figure caught his eyes. This one was the most disturbing of all the others. It was Hook! Alive and well as if never fed to the crocadile at all.

Peter stumbled back, his eyes in complete shock at the sudden intruders, but he quickly retook his stance with full confidence.

"Back for more, Hook?" Peter said with a slight grin on his face. He couldn't die! He would never die. Just then the figures all faded, one by one. The first to vanish was Hook. His face appeared completely calm as he faded. The next to vanish was the woman. She had a look of sheer desperation on her face. A longing for something that would never come seemed to consume her as she faded into a miserable and writhering state. Finally, the third figure faded. The man faded without a single trace of anything. He stood silently and vanished, and all three of the people were gone.

The cold touch of a tear was now stinging Peter's skin, which he quickly rubbed away. What had just happened? Just as Peter began to take a step forward, the door slammed shut and darkness consumed him.

His eyes burst open to find himself still sitting in the same bed he had been in when he had sat down to rest. His eyes searched the room. Even Tinkerbell was still there, resting on the table with her eyes shut and her body completely laid out on the table. It wasn't usual for her to sleep there, but it didn't matter.

Peter lifted from the bed and looked to the door. A chill flowed down his spine before letting him rise all the way out of the bed. What was going on? Was he growing up? Was this one of the evil things that came with age?

"I won't grow up!" He shouted angrily into the air, waking even Tinkerbell from her deep sleep with a sudden leap of fear.

Peter quickly changed his look from the sheer panic to the look of complete confidence and arrogance he so often held. Her eyes met his for a moment of confusion before she tilted her head slightly and smiled as if nothing had happened and it had just been a dream of hers. With a sudden flutter of light, she flew to Peter's side and danced around him before sending herself up through a hole in the ceiling and outside the hideout.

"I won't," Peter said dismally, as Tinkerbell flew out of sight for the time being, "I won't grow up." His entire posture fell as he stumbled forward and sat down at the table. "I will never grow up; no one can make me." He looked up at the ceiling and then back down at the table.