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Eek! Chapter 4! What am I doing, surely I should be working. But my shame, this self-insertion fic, beckons to me, and it must be completed. For all you Peter/Wendy Shippers, I've finally worked out how I'm going to get them together again. You will have to bear with me though. And if it looks like it's leaning towards Peter/Alix, please shout at me and throw stuff at me. My twisted fantasies must not be inflicted upon the masses. All reviews welcomed.

III

Peter immediately went to fly away, but then felt a blinding pain in the back of his head. Lights flashed in front of his eyes, and he lost consciousness, and fell onto the bed with a thud.

Tinkerbell, who had been hovering a while away, had seen the girl reach for the book by her side a throw it at Peter, but had not had time to react. Now, with Peter unconscious, she realised just how small and helpless she was, and dived under the bed, hoping not to be seen.

The book the girl had thrown at Peter landed loudly on the floor, and she had given out a little scream. There was a sound from below the room, and someone shouted up:

"Alix! Are you alright?"

"Y-yes!" The girl called back, staring wide-eyed at the boy on her bed, "Nightmare!"

"Go back to bed then." The voice replied, and then fell silent.

Peter was now regaining consciousness, for it had only been a little bump on the head, and began to open his eyes. Above him was a figure, who looked vaguely feminine, and he couldn't stop himself from whispering; "Wendy."

"What?" The figure asked, and his eyesight cleared up. It wasn't Wendy, but another girl, and she was holding a heavy book up in the air, ready to hit him again, "Who the hell are you?" She asked.

"You're not Wendy." He snarled, angry.

"No I'm bloody well not." She replied, "Now tell me who you are, or I'll whack you with this book. I knocked you out once, I'll do it again."

"I'm Peter." He told her, eyeing the book warily, "Where's Wendy?"

"Who the hell is Wendy?" The girl asked.

"Wendy Moira Angela Darling." He replied automatically, the name rolling off his tongue easily after having said it to himself so many times. The girl's mouth formed a small 'o' of surprise, and her arm went limp, the book dropping to her side. Peter, sensing an advantage, sat up, and found they were both on the girl's large bed. He looked at the girl and saw that she wore a large black t-shirt with a face printed in black and white on it and a pair of pink star patterned pyjama bottoms. Her face, rather plump, was framed by reddish brown hair that fell to just above her shoulders, and her grey blue eyes were wide and fearful.

"Oh you're joking." She whispered.

"I'm not." He said, angrily.

"Please don't tell me your names Peter Pan." She said, shaking her head.

"Ok, I won't." He replied. At this point Tinkerbell decided it was probably safe for her, and flew out from under the bed, causing the girl to let out another scream.

"Alix! Go to bed!"

III

It was a fairy. It was human shaped, but tiny and had wings. And it appeared to be swearing at her. Oh god.

And Peter Pan! He couldn't be. But then, she could have sworn he was hovering over her bed when she woke up. But Peter pan wasn't sixteen-ish, and didn't wear a pair of baggy jeans and a blue baggy sweater. And he most certainly didn't fly into her bedroom!

"You're Peter Pan." Alix whispered, looking him over. He did have a vaguely feral look to him.

"You told me not to tell you that." He reminded her.

"Is that Tinkerbell?" She asked, eyeing the fairy with suspicion.

"How do you know about Tink?" Peter asked, surprised, but Alix just shook her head.

"But in the book it said she died." She muttered.

"Oh, you read the book." He shrugged, "It was wrong."

"Yes. No, wait, no. The book wasn't real at all, it was all wrong!" She exclaimed, "You don't exist. Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for Wendy." He told her, and the panic and astonishment slipped from her face, to be replaced with pity.

"But...the book was written over a hundred years ago. If it was real, Wendy would be long dead by now." She realised a moment too late how cruel a thing that was to say, but it was too late. Her hand flew to her mouth as she saw the boy's eyes fill with pain.

"She is not dead." He snarled, "I came back for her, I grew up for her! She isn't dead."

"No, no, of course not." Alix said quickly.

"Everything's confusing, different." He muttered, "This world, this house. It used to be brown and made from bricks, and now it's white and strange."

"It was bombed during the Second World War." She explained, "It used to look like all the other houses but they rebuilt it different."

Peter knew about the Second World War, he had been taught about it in school, and had found it very interesting. But it had been so long ago...

"How long have you lived here?" He asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"All my life." She told him, "Sixteen years. But my dad bought this house about thirty years ago. No Wendy had lived here since before then."

"Then this is the wrong house." Peter said, and then added, "But it can't be, I know this is it. I know the way by heart. This is the darling house."

Alix was almost recovered from finding a boy in her bedroom in the middle of the night but was still slightly panicked by the fairy. She kept on glancing at it, perching on the boy's shoulders, and wanting the voice the words 'but there's no such thing as fairies'. Except, of course, there was. She had always believed it in the back of her head, and now there was proof, sitting right on front of her. And she was so pretty! Alix couldn't stop staring at the perfect creature. But Tinkerbell had seen her, and pulled a face and stuck out her tongue.

"She really doesn't like girls, does she?" She said finally, indicating to Tinkerbell. Peter glanced at the fairy and shrugged.

"She's looking out for me." He explained, looking troubled, "Um, girl? How old is the book, Peter Pan?"

"I told you, it's about a hundred years old." Alix said softly.

"And how old must Wendy have been when it was written?" He asked.

"I'm guessing at least twelve, if the author heard the story from her."

"So how old would Wendy be now."

"At least a hundred and twelve." There was no getting around it, "Peter, people die at about eighty or ninety."

"So I grew up for nothing." The sadness in his voice was unbearable, "She grew up. But why? I told her I would grow up for her, and she didn't believe me. And I've proved it now, all for nothing."

"The book doesn't say, because it's all prim and correct, but I kind of got the impression that you two had a thing...going on." She couldn't really explain it better than that.

"The book is all wrong." He told her, "It makes things up and leaves things out. It's not too far off though. But it doesn't tell how Wendy saved me."

"Then tell me the real story of Peter Pan and Wendy." Alix asked, her voice imploring, and Peter could not resist it. No one knew, no one knew how it had really happened. And besides, he had promised Wendy he would never forget, and he wanted to prove it to himself that he had kept that promise.

III

It was the early in the morning by the time he was finished, and Alix's eyes were wide and shining with tears. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally, from telling the story, but was deeply satisfied with it. And Alix had been a good listener. She had laughed at the lost boys antics, cried during Peter's near defeat at the hands of Hook, and when he had told her of Tinkerbell drinking the poison for him, she had beamed so much at the fairy, that Tink couldn't help but feel slightly less threatened by the girl.

He had also told her of his return to the darling house, and how Wendy had sent him away, insisting that he would leave her again, and how it had occurred to him a while later to prove her wrong.

"I think it was probably a little longer than 'a while later'." Alix told him sadly, "I suppose you just didn't notice the time passing in Neverland."

"I suppose." He agreed sadly, and a tear fell from his eye. He wiped it hurriedly, and looked at his now wet hand with anger and surprise, "I wasn't crying."

"I know you weren't." She agreed, turning away slightly.

"I want to know how she lived her life." He said quietly, "I want to know whether she was happy or not. Whether she ever had a...husband."

"We could probably find out." Alix told him, "Not now, but if you came back another time, we could find out. During the day maybe. And maybe we could find out if she had any children. Her grandchildren would probably still be alive. Maybe we could track them down, and have them tell us about her."

Peter hesitated at this. Wendy's...grandchild? Someone who would only really of known Wendy as an old lady. But they would have known her.

"Could I come back tomorrow?" He asked.

"I have school tomorrow, unless you meet her here after." She thought about it, "Can you tell time?"

"Of course!" He exclaimed, looking quite insulted. It had taken him a long time to learn, but he had had the hang of it for several years now.

"Ok, ok, sorry." She held up her hands, "So how about you meet me outside my door, my door, not my window, at about five tomorrow afternoon?"

"Ok." He nodded, and began to hover. He noted that she stiffened slightly when he did this, and tried to smile reassuringly.

"You don't fly during the day, do you?" Alix asked, and he shook his head.

"No, only at night when people can't see me." He assured her.

"Peter!" She called, just as he was about to fly out the window, "Where have you been staying all these years?"

"Some nice people took me in, they look after a lot of children." He explained, "they do send me to school though, which is annoying."

"Poor boy." She laughed, shaking her head.

"Girl." He suddenly said, "I don't know your name."

"You don't? I was sure I told you." She shrugged, "I'm Alix."

"Goodnight Alix." And with that he was gone, out the window and into the sky.

"Night Peter." She whispered, and frowned, climbing into bed, "Oh, and this better of not been a dream, coz if it was..."

She laughed to herself and turned off the light. But she didn't sleep foe a long time.

III

Peter climbed back into the window and onto his bed. He changed back into his nightclothes, and slipped under the covers.

"I promise Tink, that as soon as I find out about Wendy we'll go back to Neverland." He whispered, feeling bad for the fairy. Tink just stroked his hair and made soothing noises, for she knew Peter well, and knew that, although he was hiding it well, he was dying inside. After a moment he let out a silent sob.

"She's dead Tink, Wendy's dead." He whispered, "I need her, I gave everything up for her, and she's dead. I should have grown up with her when I had the chance and now it's too late. I'm broken Tinkerbell, Neverland will never want me back. Everything's ruined now. I l-love her, and she's dead."

"Pete, is that you?" Came a voice from a nearby bed. It was Shem, and Peter had woken him up.

"Yes, it's me." He replied, trying to hide the tears in his voice. The mighty Peter Pan never cried in front of his Lost Boys, even the not-so-lost ones.

"Peter, who's dead?" Shem sounded worried.

"Go back to sleep."

"Are you alright? You sound weird." But now Tinkerbell had sidled over to the other boy's bed, and was sprinkling fairy dust on him to make him fall asleep. He might remember this when he woke up, he might not. If he did Peter would just declare that it was a dream.

III

Very short chappies here, not sure why. Well, it's coming along, isn't it? Yay, it is. A reminder, tell me off if I lean to close to Peter/Alix romance fic. I'll try to contain myself.

Thanks to:

Alexianoodsi: Thanks; I decided to read the book before starting this story, even thought it was inspired by the movie. I was quite charmed with both Peter's, despite their differences.

Smiling Dreamer: Yeah, my beta won't read this because it's self-insertion; so all my spelling and grammar have gone to pot. Neverland will be making an appearance later on in the story, but I'm not quite sure how yet. Thanks for the review!

Everyone, please review, it encourages me, really it does!