Disclaimer: As always, not mine. Still not sure who everything belongs to.

Kasmira36: Well, it's not as if Peter Pan is a very Happy Ever After story, is it? More sad stuff to come, I promise you. Hehe.

III

Peter sat on his throne in his underground home. New Lost Boys where with him, play fighting and laughing. But Peter was not in the mood for games. Something was troubling him, and he was not quite sure what. Something was missing...

Tinkerbell, who was now growing old, as fairies did not live long, sat on his shoulder, thinking up ideas as to what could be missing.

"No Tink, I don't think it's a pet." He said after yet another contribution, "It's something important, I know that."

That was the problem with Peter Pan. If something did not occupy his immediate attention, he soon forgot it. But he felt he had been missing this something for quite a while.

"Peter." Came a gentle voice from the door. He looked up, and memory flooded into him. For there stood a girl, the most beautiful girl ever. Long silky light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Wendy. His Wendy.

"There you are!" He crowed happily, "You haven't visited for a while, have you been off having adventures?"

"I have." She said sadly, "Such wonderful adventures."

"They don't sound so wonderful." He told her, "If you had visited, you would have had far greater adventures! Backwards Bill, the most fearsome pirate to have ever lived, has taken control of the Jolly Rodger."

"I thought Hook was the most fearsome pirate to have ever lived." Wendy reminded him.

"Hook? I've never heard of him." Peter replied, and Wendy could see that he was telling the truth, almost. Of course he had heard of Hook, and Hook had been the most fearsome pirate to have ever lived. But Hook was now gone, and Peter had no need keep the sinister figure in his memory. Peter lived for the here and now, and everything else was just an eternal yesterday.

"Peter, when was the last time I visited you?" Wendy asked, her eyes hopeful.

"Recently." He said dismissively, "Not too long ago, I suppose."

"It was long ago, very long." She corrected, "It's been several years since I last visited. I had hoped you would come and find me, to ask why I had not, but you never did."

"It was not too long ago." Peter looked angry, "I was about to come and find you, and it was not too long ago."

"Did you even remember that I was missing?" She asked, and there was anger in her voice too.

"Of course I did!" He looked offended, but felt uncertain. Had he forgotten Wendy, His Wendy? He had been missing something, and she was obviously it, but had he known that.

"You promised me you would never forget." But, of course, a promise from Peter Pan meant nothing, for he was just as likely to forget he had ever made it as he was to forget the person he made it to.

"I did remember, honestly I did." He told her, but they both knew the truth, so Wendy ignored what he had just said.

"Are these more Lost Boys?" She asked instead, looking around at the boys who were watching them intently.

"Yes, they are very good play mates." He replied, uncertain of the word 'more'.

"The Lost Boys who stayed with me are all doing well." Wendy told him, "They've mostly finished school now."

"There are more Lost Boys?" Peter didn't like this. He knew he lost interest in things that did not directly occupy him, but sometimes he worried about what he forgot.

"Have you forgotten them also?" Wendy frowned, "Tootles, Nibs, Curly, the Twins and Slightly? They were your old playmates before they chose to grow up. And then there are my brothers, John and Michael, but then, you never had much interest in them. But none of us have forgotten you. Sometimes they think you're just a dream, or a character in a story, but they still remember you."

"Have you come just to be cruel to me?" He asked angrily.

"No, I have come to say I final goodbye." She told him, "For Peter, I have grown up, and tomorrow, why tomorrow is the day I marry."

Words from the past slipped into his mind, 'And there is another, he has replaced you, and he is called husband.' But who had said that?

"Oh Wendy, you shouldn't." he pleaded, "Please don't marry Wendy, I'll loose you. I don't want to loose you to 'Husband'."

"You lost me a long time ago Peter." She told him gently, "I've been grown for a long time. And it was such a wonderful adventure."

"But you're still just a little girl." He said, looking at her.

"We can be any age in our dreams, remember?" But he didn't. He was good at remembering some things. He remembered the first secret kiss they had shared, and then flying away from an open window. He remembered hugging and kissing her in the rain, and then seeing her in Neverland again. But words escaped him so easily.

"Peter, I promise to visit you one final time, but it won't be for a very long time." She told him, "But please try to remember me. If I come and you don't..."

"I'll remember you." He told her, but both doubted that he would.

"If you don't, then try to remember this. My first secret kiss is always yours." And then she was gone.

III

More sad stuff, sorry. One more chapter, and even more sad stuff. The story of Peter Pan really is a sad one.