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A week or so passed over London and Wendy set out to see Peter, she rode the carriage to the Mill's apartment. Wendy stepped out of the buggy and watched as the driver tipped his hat, riding out into traffic.

She drew up her dress a bit, walking tenderly past a deep puddle and knocked the large cherrywood door. Several moments passed and Mrs. Mill, dressed in yellow, answered. She smiled widely, "Wendy, my dear, whatever brings you here? Did you drive? Come in, come in! You'll catch your death out here!"

Wendy stepped into the house, it smelled of homecooking. She smiled, taking the memorable scent in and Sandra took her jacket, "Can I get you anything hon? Something to drink?"

Wendy shook her head, "Oh no, no thank you. I wonder, is Peter home by any chance?"

Mrs. Mill went up to the staircase and yelled loudly, "PETER! SOMEONE'S HERE TO SEE YOU!"

There was a strident rumbling and he ran down the stairs, jumping the last few steps. Peter looked at Wendy and smiled, picking her up and swinging her around, "Wendy, you've come to visit!"

She giggled as Sandra hide a smile. He set her down. Wendy said, "I'm here to ask you if you wanted to come with me to see my parents. I'd really like you to meet them properly, O, and see the boys of course. After, we can stay over at Susan's." Peter looked at his mother with a charming grin and she melted like butter, "Of course, just be back around ten or so. I'll tell your Father to get you when he gets back from the Gregory's."

Mrs. Mill gave Peter some money for the train and they were off, back to the London Train Station where they boarded one. Peter had been on the train a few times and was always excited to ride one again. They sat in their assigned seats and watched as the scenery passed by, soon, the train stopped and they were greeted by Wendy's parents's carriage.

As they rode to the large house, Wendy said to Peter, "Peter, my parents might not be accustomed to you immediately, so do try to be patient with them. Keep your manners."

He took her hand, "Don't worry my lady, if they are like you, then there will be no problems."

Wendy inwardly grimanced upon hearing that and they arrived, she took a deep breath and Peter helped her out of the carriage. They walked to the front door and it opened for them.

Mr. and Mrs. Darling stood in the doorframe, Nana was leaped out from the back, snarling at Peter. He touched Wendy's arm alarmed.She scowled at the huge dog,"Go inside you." Nana obeyed.

Wendy embraced her mother and kissed her cheek then hugged her father. Mother Darling looked upon Peter Pan, the boy who took her children away, and smiled genially, "Hello Peter, welcome to our home." Father Darling gruffily shook his hand as both woman gave him a cautious eye. Peter said graciously, "Nice to meet you Mr. Darling, Mrs. Darling." They stepped inside and Mrs. Darling said delicately, "I'll get the Boys, I'm sure they'll be glad to see you both."

As the woman disappeared upstairs, Mr. Darling blurted out, "So, what do you do for a living Mr. Pan?"

Wendy said impatiently, "Father..."

Peter lifted his chin, "I am currently attending Border's Secondary School for Gentlemen."

Mr. Darling nodded, "And, do you intend on having a relationship with my daughter?"

"Father, really!"

Peter answered as she complained, "If you permit me to do so Sir." Wendy stopped, glancing at him flabbergasted.

"What job -"

Thankfully, Mrs. Darling stepped into the room, following eight young boys. They energetically hugged Wendy, "Dear sister Wendy!" She smiled, tossling their hair, "Hello little brothers." They grinned back, Slightly said aloud, "Mum changed our names! I'm Steven!"

Tottles grinned broadly, "I'm Todd!"

The Twins bowed, "We're Timothy and Thomas!"

Nibs blushed, "I'm Nicolas!"

Curly smirked, "I'm Curtis!"

Wendy inquired, "Oh my, I guess I have to remember all these new names, Boys, I'd like you to meet an old friend of ours, Peter Pan."

They gaped at the teenager and bombarded him, "Bloody hell!"

"No way, this isn't Peter Pan!"

"Is so, look how tan he is!"

"Peter, how's Neverland?"

"I thought you weren't going to grow up!"

"Where's Tinkerbell!"

He backed away, "Whoa, one question at a time."

Mrs. Darling said to them, "Calm down. He'll talk to you all later."

Tottles said gaily, "I remember, we saw your picture in the newspaper!" Wendy went bright red and covered her face, why did Tottles...I mean, Todd have to mention that? Mr. Darling's face went dark and Mrs. Darling said with a emotionless tone, "Todd, hush. Let's all go eat some lunch."

The elder people at the table ate quietly as the boys talking loudly, Mother Darling said to Peter, "I've heard a great deal about you Peter Pan, from Wendy and the Boys." He nodded, "Yes." Mr. Darling said composedly, "Did you have a specific reason for taking away our children Mr. Pan?"

Wendy glared at him and Peter shrugged, "I was just going to take Wendy, so she could tell us stories and be our Mother, but she insisted on taking her brothers."

Wendy said firmly, "That's right. I went to Neverland on my freewill and came back, and I'm glad I did. I'm sure the boys agree." They all nodded their heads and that was the end of the conversation for the day.

Nana barked and growled at Peter the whole day, and to Wendy, her father seemed like a certain black hearted scandral.

As Wendy and Peter left, they said goodbye, promising to visit soon. Wendy muttered, "I cannot believe my Father! He was most terribly rude!"

"He was just worried about you, all parents are like that."

She frowned, "I don't care! Iwas appalled with him!"

Peter flashed a beaming smile, "I think it's cute the way your ears go pink when you're angry."

Her fury disappeared instantly.

Wendy flushed and silenced him with a glance, as they rode back to the train station and made their way to Susan's apartment. Susan let them in and they all sat in a living room, Susan sat in a large chair as Peter and Wendy seated on a couch.

Susan alleged, "...So, my parents cannot decide whiether I am betrothed to Richard Cunningham or George Harton."

Wendy made a face, "I think betrothal is too medieval. Girls of sixteen are being married to fourty-year-old men, it's disgusting and they only do that because of society standings."

Peter spoke absentmindedly, looking at a portrait on a wall, "I'm betrothed."

The girls stared at him, Wendy asked, "To whom?"

He responded, not taking his eyes off the painting, "Bethany White, I met her a while ago." Wendy knew Bethany White, she was a very mean girl, purposely tried to get Wendy in trouble, even when they were younger, now she just ignored her completely.

She felt as if her world was crashing down around her.

Wendy exclaimed loudly, "You're betrothed that. . . that whore!"

Susan gaped at her and Peter turned around, "What's the big deal? It's not like it's marriage."

She wanted to shake sense into the boy, he really didn't know what was going on, "Peter, when you're betrothed, the next step is marriage!"

His striking azure eyes widened, "No! No, I don't want to marry her...I-I want to marry you!" Susan was gaped at Peter now, Wendy shook her head, heart racing, "Peter, you might want to think about what you're saying. . ."

He got up, "I mean it, if there is one person I would want to live forever with, it would be you! The only reason I grew up is because I'd be with you Wendy! Your my Wendy and nobody elses!"

Susan sighed broodingly, "Oh, how romantic!"

Wendy took his hands, "I understand Peter but perhaps you should consider seeing Bethany, she'd probably make you very happy."

Oh man, was she swallowing her pride!

Susan looked like she wanted to say something but Peter interrupted, "But, she doesn't make me happy like you do! Besides, you said you wanted a family one day, we could have one together just like in your story you told!"

Wendy turned red, "Peter, family-making is a complicated thing -"

"What's so complicated about it?"

She asked uncertain, "Peter...has your Mother explained It to you?"

Peter shook his head and Susan burst out giggling.

Wendy shoved her hysterical friend out of the room and turned back to Peter, "Perhaps I should clarify this to you." She sat him down, "Well, when a woman and man love each very much and they are married, they decided whether to have children or not. If they want children, they. . ."

Peter looked at her eagerly, giving his full attention to her.

Wendy said quickly, "They have something called sex."

Peter asked, with a five year old curiosity, "What's sex?"

She stammered, "Well, it's. . .it's when. . .they, um, they. . ."

Wendy rubbed her temples, murmuring, "Oh forget it, I can't do this. Ask your Mum, she'll gladly explain it to you." She stepped out of the room, to see Susan on the floor laughing her head off. The last thing Peter said to her when they left,was, "If you say so Wendy, I will decide whether to marry her or not." She didn't respond.

For everyone, his Mother did happily explain.

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