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Short chappie this time, sorry! Oh well, you'll get over it.

III

Alix smiled as she heard the boy's voice on the phone. Only moments before, she had found the exact thing she had needed most, and now she didn't have to wait to tell Peter.

"I've found her!" She squeaked down the phone.

"Who?" He asked, bemused, and she sighed, frustrated.

"Don't you remember anything?" Alix asked, "Margaret! Wendy's granddaughter. I've been on the internet all night, and I've found out a whole ton of stuff about her. She owns the orphanage Wendy's father started up, you know, 'the Lost Boys'? Well, she owns it, but she's not there all the time, and I can't find her home address, so we can't go and see her anytime soon, but we can go and see her!"

"I think you might have to repeat that." Peter told her, "Slower...and clearer."

Alix sighed and laughed, and repeated everything she had just told him.

"When is she at the orphanage?" He asked.

"Sundays." Alix told him. It was Monday, so she wouldn't be there for another week, "She used to work their full time, but she's quite an old lady now."

That was just so depressing, even Alix thought it. Wendy's granddaughter, an old woman.

"It's funny though." Alix muttered, "In the book, Wendy's daughter was called Jane, and her granddaughter was called Margaret, but Wendy wasn't even married when it was written. How did J.M.Barrie know?"

"Maybe Wendy told him she wanted to call her daughter Jane." Peter suggested.

"And Margaret?"

"Maybe Jane just thought it was right that she continued the tradition."

"I suppose that could be it." Alix sighed sadly, "I wonder if either of them ever waited by the window for you to come and take them spring cleaning."

"It wouldn't have been right." Peter told her, "I only ever wanted to fly with Wendy."

"You took her brothers with you too." Alix reminded him.

"Did I?" He asked, "I've forgotten. She's the only one I've ever remembered."

"I know." She told him, "Look, Peter, I'll talk to you tomorrow, I really need to get to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He replied, and they both hung up.

Alix turned off her computer, and climbed into bed. She turned off her light, and stared into the darkness.

"How long, Peter." She whispered, "How long will it take you to forget me?"

III

Peter sat at the end of a garden, on the crude swing that had been built many years ago. Next to him, Tinkerbell glowed faintly, nodding as he spoke.

"I know I said we'd go home as soon as I found out about Wendy, but I really want to meet Margaret." He explained, "She'll tell me lots of things about Wendy, and then I won't be broken anymore, and Neverland will want me back. I really can't go back now, Neverland doesn't want me, but it will soon. I can't wait to go back, can you? I wonder how the Lost Boys have done without us."

Tinkerbell knew it was best not to speak at these moments, just to let Peter talk to himself. No one knew better than Tink how much Peter loved to hear himself speak, and she didn't feel like interrupting. She was tired, and it was getting harder and harder to make peter understand what she was saying. She tried to convince herself that he wasn't forgetting the language of fairies, but she could see the proof to the contrary.

"Peter!" Edith, one of the careers, called from the house, "What are you doing out there? It's late, it's getting dark, come back inside!"

"One minute!" He called back.

"Do you have a torch out there?" She asked.

"Um...yes!" He replied.

"Well, it looks like it needs new batteries." Peter frowned at that. What did she mean? He looked at Tinkerbell, the source of light, and then shook his head.

"Wait outside my window Tink; I'll let you in when Shem and Finn fall asleep." He told her, and then headed indoors.

Tinkerbell sat on the swing for a while, watching Peter's window, waiting for the light to go out. She looked down at her hand, which looked so...human. Just a small amount of light surrounded it. Nothing like the dazzling brightness of her youth. Peter didn't notice, he hardly ever noticed anything. She didn't blame him, not really. He was just a boy after all. She looked up at his window again. She was still waiting for the light to go out. In a way, she was waiting for her own light to go out too.

III

Days passed. Peter and Alix spoke regularly, but she attended college, and often had a lot of work to do. When the other children where at school, he read over the newspaper articles, until he knew them nearly all by heart, and stroked the pictured of Wendy so lovingly that they started to fade. His heart swelled and broke every time he looked at her sweet face, especially the older photos of her. She looked so sad and alone. He wanted to scream with the pain he felt for her.

She was lost to him forever.

And then Sunday came. He dressed himself in the morning, and picked up his back pack, which he opened wide.

"Tink." He whispered, "Into the bag Tink. We're going to go and see Margaret."

"I'm coming?" Tinkerbell said, surprised.

"Of course you are." He laughed, "As if I'd leave you behind. We might be going straight home after this."

The fairy was so overjoyed to hear this that for a moment she glowed brighter than she had in years, and Peter smiled down at her.

"In you go." He said, indicating to his bag, "We have to go and see Alix."

He told Jack, who was having breakfast when he got downstairs, that he was going to the library for the day, to help Alix with her Social Studies project. Then he left the house.

Peter never had a problem finding a place once he's been there once, but it was much easier to fly than walk. But it was too bright, he'd be seen, so he walked.

Alix wasn't waiting for him outside her house this time, and he opened that gate, and walked towards the house. There were two bells, and he satisfied himself by pressing both of them.

The girl who answered the door was small, but looked older than him, maybe a bit younger than Nathaniel. Her red hair was cut short, except two strands by her ears which reached below her ears. She was pretty and looked vaguely elfin.

"Can I help you?" She asked, starring at him blankly.

"I'm here to see Alix." He explained, and a grin broke onto her face.

"Oh really?" She asked, raising her eyebrow "Ok. Alix! There's someone here to see you!"

Alix appeared at the top of the stairs which where behind the girl, and smiled down at him.

"Hi Peter." She called, descending the stairs. The girl who had answered the door moved out of the way to let Alix through. As Alix moved past her, she whispered something into her ear, and Alix grinned and nodded. She grabbed her coat, said goodbye to the girl, and walked out the door.

"Who was that?" Peter asked when the door closed.

"My sister, Jade." Alix explained, pulling on her coat.

"What did she whisper to you?" He asked.

"She said that you were cute." She told him, grinning.

"And you agreed?" He grinned back, looking proud.

"Well, you are." She told him, "Like a puppy. One who hasn't been washed enough."

"I wash!" He exclaimed, "I washed this morning!"

"Sure you did."

"I did!"

"I believe you, I really do."

"No you don't!"

III

The orphanage was forty minutes walk away away, and the two teenagers talked all the way. Mostly it was Peter telling Alix about some of his Neverland adventures, but occasionally he'd show some interest in her life, and she told him about her family, friends and college.

"I was supposed to start college this year." He told her, "My friend Shem, and two other kids in our Home called Naomi and Finn both started college this year. But they weren't sure if I was ready, so they decided to wait another year. The school I'm at isn't very good. Well all have individual teachers, and don't get to have much fun. And all the other kids are either really stupid or really badly behaved."

"Whereas you are the epitome of intelligence and good behaviour." Alix laughed.

"Yes." He agreed, but he was smiling, he knew she was joking.

They finally arrived at the orphanage, which was a great deal bigger than the Summer's Children's Home.

Alix walked forward and pressed the buzzer. After a few seconds the door buzzed, and Alix pulled it open.

They walked into what looked like a reception area, and behind a glass screen a woman sat at a desk. They made their way over, and the woman peered up at them though half rimmed glasses.

"How can I help you?" She asked, and her voice was thin and reedy.

"Is this the Lost Boys orphanage?" Alix asked, nervous.

"It is. And how can I help you?" She asked again.

"We want to talk to Margaret...Shackle, is it? Or did she keep her maiden name, Masters?" Alix looked flustered, and was blushing. She seemed to do that a lot when talking to people behind desks.

"Mrs Shackle is here, yes." The woman nodded, "And who are you?"

"My name's Alix Temple." Alix said nervously, "We really need to talk to her."

"I'm afraid you'll have to tell me why you need to see her." The woman explained, "Mrs Shackle is a very busy woman, and unless it's important you'll have to make an appointment."

"It's about her grandmother." Alix told her.

"Her grandmother is long dead."

"We know that." Peter snapped. He had been silent since walking into the building, but this offhanded mention of Wendy's death had upset him, "But we still want to talk to Margaret about her."

"Can you just phone her or something?" Alix asked, "Tell her that we want to speak to her about her grandmother and that...and that Peter is here to see her."

"Peter." The woman nodded, eyeing the boy, "Are you a friend of Mrs Shackle?"

"A friend of the family." Alix quickly interjected, "Please, it's important. She'll want to see us."

"Well, we shall see." The woman picked up a phone, and pressed a single button. There was a pause, and then, "Hello, Mrs Shackle? It's the office here. I have two teenagers wanting to see you...Yes, that's right. They say they want to speak to you about your grandmother...yes, your grandmother...Well I told them that you were busy but they were quite insistent..."

Alix, feeling that the conversation was going badly, quickly spoke. "Peter is here to see her, remember? Peter."

"Yes, yes. One of them had just reminded me of something...yes...she says that Peter is here to see you...Your grandmother, that's right...Peter...Well, I don't know, he's about seventeen, blondish hair...blue...well I suppose he's good looking, although I am too old to judge...what? Send them up? Are you sure?...Yes, yes, alright, I'll send them right up."

She hung up the phone and peered at the two teenagers, who were grinning at each other.

"Well, Mrs Shackle has told me to send you up." The woman told them, "Her office is on the second floor, there are pointers leading to it. If you get lost, ask any of the children you see around where it is."

They nodded, and made their way upstairs. The pointers were pretty clear, and they soon found themselves outside a large oak door with the words "Margaret Shackle" inserted in a brass name holder. Alix grinned over at him.

"It's like being sent to the Head Teacher's office." She told him, and then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Called a voice, and they pushed the door open and walked in.

Margaret sat behind a desk. She was seventy one, Alix had worked that out ages ago, but she actually looked a lot younger. Her blonde white hair was placed in a loose bun, and her green grey eyes peered at them through small glasses. She was petit, but not frail, and every line on her aged face seemed to radiate power. But when she set her eyes upon Peter, her whole face softened.

"Oh my dear boy." She whispered, "Oh my dear, dear boy. Look at you."

She stood up, and walked towards them slowly; as if afraid they might turn around and run.

"You know who he is?" Alix asked tentatively.

"Oh I know." She replied, "He's just as Nana Wendy described him. Hair as gold as the sun, eyes as blue as the sky, and a smell of the wind about him. A child of the sky."

"Wendy." Peter managed, "She talked about me."

"Constantly." Margaret assured him, "It drove Grandpa Charles up the wall near the end, he said that he could never live up to you."

Peter grinned over at Alix, who just laughed and shook her head, before holding out a hand to Margaret.

"I'm Alix." She said, and Margaret took her hand, shaking it.

"Well, young Alix, how did you get involved in the tail of Peter Pan?" The elderly woman asked, indicating to two chairs in front of her desk, "Please, please, sit down."

"Um, I live in the old Darling house." She explained, "Peter came looking for Wendy...and found me."

"You came back for her!" The look of happiness on Margaret's face was priceless, and Alix found herself smiling too.

"Of course I came back for her!" Peter exclaimed, "I was just a little...late. But I want to find out all about her, so that I can go home."

"Find out all about Wendy? Well, we'll be here a while." Margaret laughed, and then picked up her phone, "Is this the office? Good, can you cancel all of my appointments today? Tell them that I will make time to see them tomorrow. Thank you."

She hung up, and turned back to them, "Now where should I start?"

"One minute." Peter swung his bag off his back, and unzipped it. There was a tinkle of bells, and Tink flew out.

"Oh dear Goodness." Margaret gasped, "She's beautiful. Nana Wendy always said she was, but I never knew how much."

"She is, isn't she?" Alix agreed. Tinkerbell, who was not used to such flattery, blushed slightly, and landed on Peter's shoulder.

"Wendy." Peter repeated, "I want to know about Wendy."

"Nana Wendy." Margaret sat back down behind her desk, putting her hands together, "She was most probably the most wonderful woman I had ever met. She died when I was about you age, and my mother and I never really got over it. She told the most wonderful stories, mainly about you Peter, and I don't think my mother ever really got past the idea that one day you would come for her, like you did in the book. I knew you would never come for me, but I had hoped you would come back, just one more time, to hear one of Nana Wendy's stories."

"I wanted to." Peter told her, "I wanted to hear her stories everyday, for the rest of forever, but she wanted to grow up in a world where stories were only for children. I thought that if she grew up she'd stop telling them."

"She never stopped telling them." The elderly woman assured him, "She told us so many stories, but she kept some for herself too. She wrote them all down in a diary. And she sealed the diary with pixie dust, so that nobody could take those stories from her."

"How do you know that?" Peter asked.

"She told me so." Margaret told him, looking quite stern, "Nana Wendy wouldn't have lied to me."

"Margaret." Alix said quickly, "Do you still have that diary?"

III

Thanks to:

Prieto: Even if Peter had a time machine, there'd still be the problem that Wendy wanted to grow up. Trust me, this way's better. Or possibly much, much worse, depending on how well I can write.

Miki123: Ah! Now I can't give up on this story and concentrate on important things, like school! Oh well, I never liked Biology anyway...

Kittybro: It's an interesting idea, one which I hadn't thought of, but no. Good guess though!

JESSEK: Well, I'm updating now. Is that soon enough?

Kasmira36: Yes, it is PeterWendy all the way. How could I deny those two lovebirds their happy ending? I couldn't possibly, even if I do want to eat Peter Pan all up myself 

Mike: Wow, you were really drawn in? feels so complimented Thank you! I don't know if this chapter was so good, but hopefully it is!

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