Disclaimer:

If I had the copyright,

I needn't write by candelight,

Don't try to sue me for my money,

'cause I don't think that would be funny.

I never said I owned the Pan,

But I am glad, at least I can,

Borrow him and tell a story

About the never-ending glory

Of a place called Neverland

From which all adults are band;

Except the pirates, which is clear,

None of us will ever fear,

Because we know to fight them well

And send them straight down into hell.

Author's Note: Thank you very much for those encouraging, lovely reviews. Please keep going and let me know what you think about this chapter.

Foreverintheshadows, I hope you will like the story, I haven't come across one like this before…so I hope it will be interesting enough to keep you reading and reviewing.

BeLlAmArEe, I hope this chapter was as imaginative as the first one.

Lowri Brandybuck, reviews make me update real fast, you see…

Most of this story is based on the 2003 movie and I imagine Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd-Wood in the roles of Peter and Wendy, but the other half is based on the original stories J.M. Barry wrote about these two characters, so there might be things that differ from the plot of the movie, just to warn you if you haven't read the books.

Oh, and I apologize for the typos and errors, but I don't have a beta reader and although I re-read the chapter before I post it, there might be some nasty little spelling mistakes that I just didn't notice.

SHOW ME HEAVEN

Chapter 2

Blue as Forget-me-nots

She jumped and the next thing Wendy felt was the cool rush of night air as she fell straight towards the ground.

There was not a single happy thought in her that could have lifted her of the ground and carried her towards Neverland. She had forgotten how to fly. Had she been dreaming that this strange little boy had come to her window and lured her out of the nursery to meet her doom? Had she been dreaming that Peter had once taken her by the hand and flown with her straight on till morning?

Peter.

She closed her eyes. Now she would never ever see him again. One last time she pictured his face in her mind, his lips curling into his boyish smile and his eyes sparkling with happiness and laughter. A small, bitter smile found its way on her lips at the thought of him.

Oh, Peter.

Wendy braced herself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, she could feel herself soar higher and higher about the rooftops of London.

Peter.

She was flying again. The mere thought of him had been enough to lift her high up into the sky and now that she could feel the wind on her face, carrying her towards Neverland and Peter, the happiness within her would indeed make it quite difficult for her to be able to land at all.

"Huh, and I thought you wouldn't make it," Jaz said smirking as he appeared next to Wendy out of what seemed to be thin air.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue," Wendy answered dryly and glanced at him uncertainly.

"Oh, you're welcome." And with that he grinned at her and accelerated.

"No, Jaz, wait for me! I can't fly as fast as you can!" she screamed, but the boy was already out of earshot. She had only been flying for a couple of minutes, but by now she was already beginning to feel tired and her back muscles hurt from keeping her body straight in the air. Back when Peter had taken her to Neverland, flying had seemed to be so easy. He had simply taken her by the hand and within what felt like seconds they had reached the shore of the secret island. Now things weren't as easy. She didn't even have the faintest idea in which direction she had to go. Second to the right, and straight on till morning might be good enough directions if one knows where one's going, but for Wendy they just didn't do the trick.

It was pure luck that Jaz didn't desert her for good. In fact, at first, he hadn't even noticed that Wendy couldn't keep up with him and was left way behind. Only when he decided to fly back to chat a little with some of the tiny stars he had encountered on his way so far, he accidentally ran, well, flew, into the girl who had so stubbornly insisted on accompanying him to Neverland.

"Thank goodness, you didn't forget me," Wendy exclaimed with relief and waved at him eagerly as she saw him coming towards her. She knew that Peter had tended to forget about her brothers only to easily as soon as they were out of sight and secretly she had started to worry that Jaz might have abandoned her up in the sky for good, which, in turn, had made her lose height again.

"I never forget anything," Jaz answered light-heartedly. He started flying in neat circles around her and this time Wendy grabbed hold of his ankle while she could. He frowned at her sudden and unexpected touch, but didn't shake her off.

"Please," she said holding on to him, "would you mind helping me along? I'm not as good a flyer as you are."

"Very well," he said and without further ado, he sped up and together they shot through the sky and towards another world.

It wasn't till she could see the shores of Neverland somewhere in the distance ahead of them that she let finally go of the boy's ankle. The island looked just like she had remembered on all those lonely evenings she had spent in front of her window, looking out into the sky and thinking of Peter. And as if the sun wanted to make sure that she wouldn't lose her way now that she was so close to her goal, it sent a million rays of golden light pointing like arrows at the fantastic island lying ahead of her. There was the blue lagoon where once the mermaids had tried to drown her and if it hadn't been for Peter, who had saved her in the very last minute, she would have been killed for sure. He had saved her numerous times while they had had their adventures and sometimes it had been her who had saved him.

There, right underneath one of the fluffy clouds lay the Jolly Roger, peacefully rocking back and forth in the sea and on the other side of the island she could see smoke rising which, she assumed, could only belong to an Indian settlement. Apparently, nothing had changed so far and the place seemed to bustle with life. To Wendy, it felt like coming home after an awfully long journey, and a journey it had been indeed. She had finally returned to Neverland, the place of her dreams, which, since she had left it two years ago, she had only been able to visit at night, when she was fast asleep.

"Jaz, are you sure you haven't heard of Peter?" she asked as she could at long last take her eyes of the island and looked around for her companion, but again, he had vanished from her sight.

"Jaz? Oh, boys," Wendy huffed, "they'll never change." At least, she didn't have to worry about finding her way anymore. She knew Neverland nearly as well as her nursery, there was hardly a place she hadn't explored with Peter and the Lost Boys, she wouldn't have a problem finding a way to their home underground.

The sun was already beginning to set when Wendy finally landed gracefully on the beach of the Mermaids' Lagoon, determined to make her way to the home under the ground as fast as possible. She couldn't wait to see Peter again. Oh, he would be so surprised to find her suddenly back again among the Lost Boys. Jaz probably had a memory as bad as Peter's when it came to remembering people and names or he had simply wanted to play a prank on her.

If Peter had missed her as much as she had missed him? He doubtlessly wouldn't have changed since she last saw him. He'd still be the cocky, conceited and oh so adorable boy, he had always been. Wendy, on the other hand, had changed quite a lot during the past months. Although she wasn't a woman yet, she wasn't a child either. She had grown a couple of inches and her body had developed slight curves which were faintly accentuated by the dress she wore. Peter had never even seen her wear a dress before. Every time she had been with him, she had been wearing a night gown, but when she had left the nursery earlier this evening, she still had been wearing her clothes. What would Peter say when he saw her? Would she still be his Wendy? Would she still be the same for him, as he would be the same for her?

She couldn't wait any longer, she had to find him and, what was even more urgent at the moment, she had to get to the safety of their hideout before the night would close in on the island.

The Neverland is the most wonderful place you can imagine, but once the sun sets, even there lure beasts and dangers in the shadowy forest that not even the bravest of the Lost Boys would like to meet on his own in broad daylight, let alone Wendy, who wasn't even carrying any sorts of weapon to defend herself with her.

However, it didn't take her long to come to the clearing hidden amongst huge trees, sugar canes and the most beautiful and exotic plants one can imagine. Yet, when she searched for the entrance to the home underground, she couldn't find it. Wendy was absolutely sure that she was at the right place. This was their tree, the enormous tree through which they could enter their hideout, where they were safe from any beasts, pirates and Indians, which might try and harm them otherwise.

"Hello?" she called softly and knocked against the bark, hoping to get an answer. "Is anybody at home? Peter? It's me, Wendy."

But, no matter how long she knocked and called, nobody answered her requests. Where there had once been there home, there was nothing but a tree. Wendy felt like crying. She set down on the mossy ground, burying her head in her arms and letting her tears flow freely. She had been so close to Peter and now…now that she was all alone somewhere in the middle of Neverland, she didn't know what to do anymore.

Yet, Wendy wasn't alone. Several pairs of eyes had been following her ever since she had started to make her way from the beach to the clearing, and, in fact, they had even spotted her well before she had even set foot on the island. Unfortunately, Wendy hadn't noticed she had been followed and now her sobs muffled the sounds of footsteps making their way in the middle of the clearing. It wasn't until somebody spoke to her, that she finally raised her tear-streaked face and looked up.

"Well, well, what have we hear?" She could hear a dark voice say. "What is a young lady like you doing out here in the woods when night is already falling? I think it would be better for you if you came with us, my dear."

Pirates.

Wendy was surrounded by at least half a dozen of them. Filthy, grim looking men who wouldn't hesitate to kill her. Fear took hold of her heart like an icy cold hand. Her gaze met with one of them. She was directly staring into the eyes of the man standing right in front of her. Eyes as blue as forget-me-nots. Eyes she had seen so often and that she knew so well and that seemed to entrance her every time she saw them. They seemed to burn straight into her soul, reading her heart and her innermost secrets. She couldn't speak or breath for the moment.

"Get her," he ordered.

"Ay, Capitan." And two of his men came forward and roughly grabbing her arms, dragged Wendy to her feet.