Chapter 1: New London, New Wendy.

Peter rubbed his eyes to see if he was dreaming. He stared at the London streets, filled with new cars and people riding mopeds. This was definitely not the London Peter remembered. He flew to what he did remember to be the Darling house. There was the same stained-glass window and ledge, but as he peered into the window, he noticed many new things were put in places of old things: a device that had a knob and an antenna, and it seemed to be blasting some kind of fast-beat tune out of it. (Radio)

There was only one bed instead of three, and this bed looked odd. It looked as though it was filled with some substance that allows it to move around like water (waterbed). The walls were colored a sky blue color and the floor was covered with blue carpeting, and the walls were covered with pictures of groups of three or more boys, some single boys, and some girls. It was very different than the old nursery. It didn't even look like a nursery now.

He peered even harder to find a girl, about 14 years old, dancing to the beat of the song. She had on a silk nightgown and was brushing her hair slowly. She moved over to the box the blasted tunes, and turned it off. She put her brush down and pulled up the sheets and layed down on the bed. She covered her self with the white sheets, and closed her eyes. Peter waited a good 10 minutes before he knew the girl was asleep. He slowly opened the window, carefully trying not to make much noise. He stepped into the room, and walked around.

This was far different from the old room. It smelled of spring flowers and was ridden with gadgets Peter had never seen before. The moonlight glowed on this girl's face. She looked kind of like Wendy, golden brown wavy hair, only she had a different complexion. She had longer eyelashes and more shaped eyebrows. Her lips were smaller and less red than Wendy's and she seemed...different.

Peter leaned over the girl's face and she turned over, mumbling to herself. He flew behind her full-length mirror and Tink to a night-light. Next to the mirror was a calendar, which showed the date. Peter turned to look at it. 2004. He stumbled backward, before catching himself. He stared at the calendar. 2004? Had it been that long already? Peter tripped, and the young girl awoke with a start. She looked up to see a tall, dirty, blonde-haired boy getting up off of the ground.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked abruptly. Peter spun around to see the girl bolt upright. She was glaring at him, seeming ready to get a pistol and shoot him.

"W-Wendy? Is that you?" he asked blankly, his heart beating faster and faster by the second.

"Wendy? Wendy who?" she asked, quite confused. "I am Jasmine." Peter started to tear. Wendy wasn't here.

"D-do you k-know a Wendy Darling, by chance?" Peter asked hoarsely. Jasmine looked like she was thinking for a second.

"Wendy Darling...Wendy Darling...wait here," she said, and got out of bed and went quietly downstairs. Peter searched around the room, which used to be filled with candle-lit lamps, beautiful hand carved wood furniture, silk cloths and porcelain dolls and objects. The beds were once magnificent structures, made out of silver, wood, and brass. Now, the room was a bit dusty, and the waterbed was small, and only had one wooden headboard. Her dresser was wood, looking quite quaint, actually.

She had a golden full-length mirror, and on one corner of the dresser lied a small box. It was beautifully carved from white gold and silver, with a picture of a heart on the front, with an angel in the middle of it. He picked it up. It was light. He turned it over, to see dusty initials carved onto the back: W.D. Before Peter could figure out what those initials meant, Jasmine returned with an old photo album.

"My great-great-grandmother made this. We have passed it down from generation to generation." she opened to a picture of a small girl with golden hair and bright blue eyes, smiling brightly. Peter looked at it thoroughly. It it be...Wendy. She closed this one and opened another. "And this, Wendy made. About some daring adventures. With a young boy, and a small fairy. The one thing she cherished the most," she went over to the small box, and brought it over to Peter, "was this." She lifted open the box to reveal...the kiss. Peter's kiss he had given to her so many years ago. "Great-grandmother Wendy often talked about this acorn. She said the boy who she had adventures with gave it to her. She called it...a kiss. She then later returned the kiss with a thimble to the boy. Then, she kissed him," Peter did so remember the kiss he shared with Wendy. It was right after he thought Captain Hook had won. She lay next to him, and said, "I just want to give him a thimble." Then, she kissed him. He could fly again, all thanks to her.

"My great-grandmother was an extraordinary lady. How do you know her?" Peter took a step backward off her bed, and took a gentleman-like bow.

"I...am Peter Pan. I flew off with Wendy that night, along with her two brothers Michael and John. We flew off to Neverland, where we fought pirates, played with mermaids, and learned to fly and fight. Wendy saved my life with her thimble, and I saved her with my kiss." Jasmine stared at awe. The boy her great-grandmother told about, whom she thought was fiction, was indeed fact, for he stood before her.

"P-P-Peter Pan? It really is you?" she asked in an excited voice. She flew from under the sheets, to standing right next to him. "I have heard all about you, thinking you were a myth, but here you are in the flesh! My God, I haven't been this excited since Jonathan asked me out!"

"He what? Who?" asked Peter.

"Oh never mind, but still, you're Peter Pan!" She rushed over and placed out her hand. Peter shook it reluctantly. "Welcome to 2004! It has must been an awfully long time since you've been to London. I can show you around my house, but be extremely quiet because I don't want to wake up my family."

She crept out of the room with Peter not far behind. He went into the hallway, now covered with family pictures, an old grandfather clock, and burgundy red paint. She showed Peter her little brother's room, her Parent's room, the bathroom, (which weirdly fascinated him), the kitchen, the living room, family room, office, sun deck, and any other nook and cranny they could fit into.

"Wow...it is so...different from the 19th century." "Well, duh, we're in the 21st century." They were walking back into her room. When they returned, Peter took the picture of Wendy from the photo album and slipped it in his vines.

"I miss Wendy dearly. I...I..." tears started to fill Peter's eyes, "I really loved her, you know. She meant so much to me. If only I could..." Peter's words fainted away. He looked at Jasmine. She was looking at him, glassy eyed.

"You really miss her, huh?" Peter wiped his eyes, and nodded. "Well, then" Jasmine ran to her dresser and grabbed the box that held the kiss, "take this. So you can remember her. Always." Peter looked into her caring eyes. Just like Wendy's. He took the necklace and held it close to his heart. He felt a hand hold his shoulder. "Peter don't worry. As long as you have the memories, that's all that matters. Peter was really grateful. He knew now what was a good repayment.