A/N: second chapter is up! I don't own Peter Pan, or anything associated with him or the story. please let me know what you think! thanks!

story!

"Dark and sinister man! Have at thee!" Nibs charged at Michael as the two dueled. Gathered around them, the other boys watched with fascination and anticipation as the famous battle on the Jolly Roger was reenacted. The boys never seemed to tire of the tale of the great Peter in his grandest adventure. Although it had been almost four years since their return to the Darling home, the stories of their Neverland adventures remained fresh in their minds. The cracking of swords could be heard throughout the house as the battle raged on, but there was something missing. Wendy.

Deciding to skip the nightly battle, Wendy was instead alone in her room writing. Now seventeen and hardly the young girl she once was, (but by no means a woman!) she spent more of her time writing and focused on her future and less time playing make believe with her brothers. Now don't get the wrong idea of the older Wendy Darling. Adventurous as ever, she wrote often of her adventures in Neverland and hoped to one day publish her stories. Wendy knew that her time as a girl was almost up, for it was customary to be deemed a woman by age eighteen, and she'd accepted this fact long ago, but at the same time she had vowed to make the most of her time left as a girl and her adventurous and outgoing spirit remained bright as always.

Her concentration was broken as she heard the shouts coming from down the hall, and although her thoughts were interrupted she had to laugh at her brothers. Looking up from her notebook and out her window Wendy sighed.

'oh peter,' she thought. 'why have you forgotten us? forgotten me?' she thought to herself.

She knew the boys had not forgotten Peter, and she most certainly had not. The boys had concluded some time ago that Peter was not going to return but his stories still fascinated and entertained them, so in this way his memory was kept alive in them more for their own amusement than anything else. In time it seemed, they would forget, but for now they were content simply with the story. Wendy was different. She refused to completely believe that she had been forgotten. Every time she was close to convincing herself that Peter had truly forgotten she remembered his "kiss" which was with her always, and his promise.

"He will come back. He promised," she would tell her brothers, and her faith in the magical boy would be restored. But now it seemed that so much time had passed that maybe she had been wrong after all. There had been times where she had been sure he was right outside her window, but it had always been the wind playing tricks with her, as if it enjoyed seeing her disappointment time and again.

Wendy continued to gaze aimlessly out her window as the noises continued down the hall. Deciding that she had written enough for the night, she stood and headed towards her doorway to join the boys in their game. She turned one last time toward her window before entering the hallway.

"I remember you Peter Pan, and I always will," she said softly out loud as she closed her down and went to join her brothers.

The door closed quickly so there was no way Wendy could have noticed the ripple of wind the blew suddenly and coldly through her window. A shadow flicked for a moment but as soon as it had appeared it was gone, and the wind left the room. Wendy's words had been heard, and her greatest adventure was about to begin.

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As it had always been when the boys reached this particular part of the story, it was the unfortunate duty of one of the boys to portray Wendy, and as always the reenactment was slightly misinterpreted. Wendy reached the Nursery doorway and peered in just as the boys had reached the climax of their battle.

"Silence all!" Michael shouted in a rather accurate impression of the evil Captain Hook, "for Wendy's farewell."

"Farewell!" squeaked Slightly, for it was his turn to play Wendy.

A chorus of groans echoed through the room, and Wendy put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. "You know that's not right Slightly," Michael whined, "just get it over with and do it right," he finished with a sigh. Slightly glared at Michael but put his glare aside, took a deep breath and prepared to deliver the actual lines, but the words never got a chance to leave his lips.

"Peter, I'm sorry I must grow up," the boys all jumped and spun towards the Nursery door. Wendy laughed at the expressions of shock on their faces, but the shock quickly turned to smiles as the boys were glad to have Wendt participate in their story.

And so the story had the correct ending, actual Wendy and all, (to which Slightly was greatly appreciative.) The story concluded with the all-too-familiar departure of Peter and it seemed that on this particular night, the sadness and reality of the ending effected all in the room. even Nana. Not wanting to linger on the sadness, Wendy quickly instructed the boys to ready themselves for bed as she helped Nana tidy up the nursery. Wendy said her goodnights and made one final check of the nursery, lighting the night lights and making sure that the window was left un-locked. She wished her brothers one final goodnight before closing the Nursery door and heading to her own room.

Wendy quickly changed and as always, placed Peter's kiss under her pillow. As she drifted off to sleep, a smile formed on her lips as she thought of her earlier antics with her brothers. Shortly after, sleep overcame her and she was soundly dreaming. This made it rather easy for the events that were to follow to occur.

As earlier, the dark shadow appeared outside of Wendy's open window, and the cold wind again blew through. The shadow entered Wendy's room un-noticed and began to take form. Silently the form crept towards the sleeping girl. The shadow came nearer and nearer until it passed completely over Wendy.

"The time has come girl, for you are exactly what I need. Soon, soon it will be as it was," the shadow seemed to hiss as it picked up Wendy and flew out the window.

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Peter was having a nightmare. He had not had one in quite some time, but this, his subconscious was sure, was definitely a nightmare. He was battling Hook again aboard the Jolly Roger. Both were fighting intensely. Hook was speaking to Peter, but as it sometimes is in dreams, especially nightmares, Peter could not understand what he was saying. The battle raged on, and just as Hook was about to deliver the final blow, a word escaped his lips that Peter would never forget.

"Wendy!"

Peter woke suddenly with a scream. He knew instantly that something was not right, and for the first time in a very long time, Peter Pan was afraid.