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Wendy saw the spinning planets as they flew through the universe and shot straight into gray puffy clouds several days later, she heard Micheal exclaim excited, "NEVERLAND!" They were flying right above it, Wendy landed on a soft patch of swirl and felt a sudden ache coming from her side.

She grimanced a moment and John asked, landing beside her, "What is it Wendy?"

"Neverland is too quiet."

They listened and she was correct, there was not a sound to behold except for their inert breathing. They steadily hovered down into the snug jungle of Neverland and to the large rotting tree where the Lost Boys decided to move into being their old hideout once invaded by the pirate scum..

The three children touched down and Wendy opened the entrance, peeking into shrouded darkness then gestured them in.

Suddenly, lights came on and hands yanked at them. The Lost Boys had them pinned up against the bark wall inside. Wendy said, feeling the cold metal of a blade on her collarbone, "Boys it's me, Wendy!"

They dropped their weapons hushed. Tootles, her attacker, beamed, "Wendy!" They all began talking at once happily, shaking her hand and clapping her brother's on the back. She regained order by whistling piercingly and the Lost Boys looked up. Wendy said anxiously, "It's grand to see you boys, really, but where is Peter?" An odd silence passed over and one of the Twins pointed to a door, "There." Wendy walked away with a nod and stepped inside a candle-lit area, she whispered, "Peter?"

She grew immediately still at the sight of Peter Pan. He was asleep on a pile of leaves; unmoving. Intrigued, Wendy crept closer and watched his bare golden-brown chest slowly rose and fall.

His young boy face was angelic as he slept; his untidy gold curls hung on his head. His lips were closed together and pouted slightly brash.

She bent over him carefully, murmuring softly in his ear, "Wake up Peter Pan." Her clever blue eyes surveyed him, he did not look any different.They widened at the sight of her thimble on a leaf bracelet, which was tied to his limp wrist.

His untamed azure eyes opened, her name issued through his lips, "Wendy?"

She smiled down upon him, "You do remember me."

Peter slowly blinked as if he was stuck in a daze, "Why wouldn't I?"

Wendy pulled out her necklace from her nightdress, his acorn button dangled from a fine chain.

His fingers brushed faintly against it as he met her gaze, "I dreamed of you." She burrowed her delicate brows, "You have?" Petersaid quietly, "We were flying through the mist over Mermaid Lagoon."

This was uncanny, Peter never spoke of his dreams, nor has he remembered them so vividly.

He continued, "And. . .we passed over the Redskin camp, the sky was a sort of pink color." Wendy began to feel an unexpected blush tickle her face as traces of a devilish smile passed over Peter's face.

She lowered her eyes. Before anything else could happen, Wendy was tugged at violently.

Tinkerbell, Peter's best fairy friend, yanked Wendy's hair purposely and began cursing wickedly her. Wendy gave her a harsh glare and Peter gasped, turning an frightening gray. His head fell back into the bed of leaves and Wendy looked back at him panicked, "Peter? Peter!" Her hand felt his forehead, he was burning hot!

She looked at the glowing fairy frantically, "Tinkerbell, go get something to cure him and hurry!"

Normally, this little being only took orders from Peter Pan, but this was an emergency. She flew out in a glimmer without protest.

Wendy shook Peter's arm, "Peter. Peter, get up, please. You cannot go to sleep; you're not well." After a moment, he obeyed and sat up weakly. She saw the drops of sweat on his forehead and grew worried. Wendy tore a small piece of her sleeve off and dabbed his brow. He said as she withdrew, "I've missed you Wendy." She breathed, "I've missed you Peter."

Something clicked in her mind and Wendy cried out, "That's why you have not visit. You've been ailing in your sleep!"

Peter looked ashamed by the words. Tinkerbell returned quickly, followed by Tootles. She perched nearby as Tottles handed Peter some tiny plum colored berries. Peter swallowed them whole and went out like a light. Wendy took a step forward distressed and Tootles held out a hand to stop her, "He's fine. The fairy berries should heal him by morning."

Wendy mused, "Fairy berries?"

He nodded leaving, not caring to explain. Tinkerbell also left to her apartment, without a word. Wendy shut the door behind her as she exited Peter's room and the Lost Boys overran her, "How's lady Mother?"

She forced a smile, "She's well. Now, I think you all should get a good night's rest. Early to bed, early rise." Screaming noisely, they ran to their beds, John and Micheal followed closely after them. Wendy found a rug of soft fur hanging on the wall, she spread it down and settling onto her back. Peter would be fine...

She fell into an emotionless and dreamless doze.

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