I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed! After I submitted the intro chapter, I was hesitant to write the rest, but you all inspired me! I do know what a Mary Sue is, and believe me, it is not my intention to create one (unless I make a Mary Sue into a Wendy just for fun). I'm glad some of you like my style of writing (that's what a NY state diploma does to you I suppose). Oh, and about Peter's height… When my little brothers were around twelve, they were taller than me, and I'm 5"8. Maybe I just know tall kids (not technically my brothers, but close enough). Should I change his height? Now you've got me second guessing myself! Please keep reading and I'll keep writing better chapters.

She was dreaming the same vision she had every night when she slept. It was one of adventure and romance, the stories she tells her brothers of Neverland and the boy who doesn't grow up. Her mind drifts to a large silver pond where beautiful mermaids splash. They see her on the shore and wave to invite her in. As soon as her feet touch the water, a loud crowing stings her ears. The dream is starting to disappear and Wendy is waking up, becoming more aware of her surroundings.

Her eyes flutter as they adjust to the light. It was so bright, but now something is blocking the light. Something….no…Someone. But who is in her bedroom?

"The Wendy-bird is alive!" screams a child's voice.

"I've told you, chum, she is not a bird!" A familiar voice defends.

"Yeah, that's our sister!"

Wendy sits up, and realizes this is NOT her bedroom.

"Who-who are you?" She stutters.

The small boy smiles, but says nothing. A commanding voice echoes off of the mud caked walls.

"LOST BOYS, FALL IN!"

The black haired, brown-eyed boy takes a few steps back. He stands in line with other boys who are slightly taller than him. John sits on the straw bed with his sister, while little Michael crawls in her lap. Wendy runs her fingers through Michael's hair as she half listens to what John is telling her.

"…Then when Tinker Bell told the lost boys you were a bird, they shot you down with a slingshot. You wouldn't wake up, so we carried you here-"

Wendy looks up at him.

"Tinker Bell? Why would she…."

"LOST BOYS, SOUND OFF!" the voice interrupts her.

The small boy from earlier raises his hand in a salute fashion.

"Tootles!"

The next boy has radiant green eyes, and a cap that covers his head.

"Nibs." He smirks.

The following child has dirty blonde hair that has grown so long that it covers his eyes. He makes no point in brushing his hair away.

"Slightly!"

A plump red haired child regains his posture and forms a salute.

"Curley!"

Wendy covers her mouth, to hide a silent giggle.

"The Twins!" Two voices chime simultaneously.

A thought strikes Wendy, as she recognizes the names.

"You must be… The Lost Boys!"

"They are." Answers a voice from the shadows.

Wendy rises from the makeshift bed.

"Then that means, you are-"

"Peter Pan." He finishes for her.

He approaches her with confidence, this tall boy with unrulely blonde hair. He wears a garment that seems to be of all different shades of green. On his belt loop hangs a sword that appears to made of pure gold. Wendy reaches out to his face, with uncertainty in her eyes.

"You're real. You are all real."

Her fingers reach a lock of Peter's hair before he grabs her wrist.

"So are you." He whispers.

Tootles yanks on the shirt of Nibs, to bring him down to his level. He whispers in Nib's ear so softly so that the others cannot hear. Nib nods his head and straitens his posture. He fixates his eyes on Wendy.

"Tootles wants to know…well, we all want to know really…Would you be our mother?"

The sun is rising in the sky on the beaches of the western front, leaving streaks of purple on the clouds. While others are just waking, one man has been awaiting the morning sun. He is dressed in English fine attire, dyed black with gold embroidery. He is standing over an open case upon his bed. Gleaming hooks of all shapes, sizes, and colors are in this velvet-lined case. One hook is missing however. With a click, the Captain locks in his menacing substitute hand. It is a simple style hook, made of silver. He brings his hand to eye level, inspecting its cleanliness.

"Today," he begins, "marks the opening season for Indian maiming."

His grin explodes into furious laughter that can he heard off the ship, and into the town of Pirates. Captain Hook grabs a nearby pistol and tucks it in the holster.

"Mister Smee!" He beacons.

"Y-Yes, Captain?" Smee stutters.

"Go fetch Mister Cecco and Mister Jukes and tell them we're heading out in the northern forest."

"Yes Captain, right away!"

Smee hurries off of the stationary ship and into town . He instinctually checks the breweries first, for the men he seeks. It is the third bar he enters when he finds the two sitting together at a distant table. Smee runs over to the table and grabs a chair. The two men stop talking to stare at Smee, who has laid his head on the table and breathing heavily.

"The Captain…requests…your…services…"

Bill Jukes and Cecco look to one another and smirk. They both agree; it's good to be a pirate.

In the middle of Neverland's forest, a small creature desperately seeks aid. She has searched the forest the entire night, half blinded by the tears in her eyes. She reaches the tree house just after dawn. She flies through the high set window and encircles the room. Her target is located. Kat is peacefully sleeping in her bed of silk sheets. Tinker Bell charges full speed at her head. Kat's eyes open wide and she sits up fast. She reaches for her sword, which was lying on the dresser next to the bed. She springs on to her feet, looking for the enemy. Tinker Bell struggles out from the sheets that were thrown on her. She flies to Kat's eye level and glows. Kat sighs as she lowers her sword.

"Damn Pixies!" She mutters.

Tinker Bell proceeds to communicate through jingles. She makes faces and glows from a dull blue to a furious red. After five minutes of pixie ranting, Tinker Bell floats down to stand on the dresser. Kat, who has been silent through all of this, looks worried. She walks to the far window and stares out.

"Peter brought… a girl?"

Kat snaps back to reality and grabs her clothes, which were heaped in a pile on the floor. She changes quickly, and runs a brush through her hair a few times. She ties it back with a green ribbon. She grabs her sword and sheath, and attaches it to her belt. Kat walks toward the exit, and then looks back. Tinker Bell is still standing on the dresser, with hardly any glow. Kat rolls her eyes.

"Well, come on then!"

The pixie lifts her wings a bit, and floats upward.

Kat jumps out of the tree, but her feet never touch the ground. Tinker Bell flies after her, through the canopy of trees.

PS…It seems to me that Kat's true nature hasn't been fully explained yet. Hopefully by the next chapter, her personality will really shine through! Please keep reviewing!