Discovering Love
Disclaimer: No characters in this story belong to me, they all come from the talented Mr. J.M. Barry.
Summary: After four years, Peter finally comes back to see Wendy, but will she be able to help Peter discover love?
A/N: This fanfic was inspired by the 2003 Peter Pan movie, I hope you all enjoy this and I hope to get lots of lovely reviews from you all!
It had been four long years since Wendy, John, Michael, and the Lost Boys had seen Peter
Pan, but that didn't sop them from dreaming... especially for Wendy. All Wendy would think
about these days was Peter... what day shall it be when he comes back to my window for a
visit, and possibly... hopefully more. You see, Wendy would wait by the window of her new
room every night in fear that if she did not, Peter wouldn't be able to find her. This of course
might seem rather foolish to you... but to Wendy, it had become so set into her mind to wait
by her window for his arrival that she had never thought upon it once to be foolish. Why would
it be if she loved him so much? Wendy never would give up hope that Peter would come back
because something in her heart told her he would indeed come back.
Wendy sat in her room staring out at the sky, waiting for a sign that Peter was coming to visit.
She looked down at her necklace and smiled at it; on the chain was the kiss that Peter had
given to her when they first met in the nursery. This little acorn kiss might not mean much to
you, but to Wendy it symbolizes love and security. After all...this very kiss had saved her life
once, and she often wondered- what if Peter hadn't given it to me? She had never taken off
the necklace containing his kiss and never planned on doing so either. Wendy yawned silently
and ever so slowly drifted off into slumber with thoughts of Peter and his kiss still on her
mind...
A few minutes later Wendy felt a cool breeze coming from the window as she stirred from her
sleep. She decided that now was as good a time to go to bed, so she closed the window so as
the chilly air couldn't sneak its way into her cozy room. However, she didn't lock the window...
in fact, she never did. Wendy started to walk toward her bed as she yawned and thimbled her
kiss.
Wendy had just reached her bed when she had heard a tapping at her window. Slowly she
turned to discover the source of this tapping until at last her window had come into view.
What came next for Wendy was a mixture of many emotions: shock, happiness, love... and a
voice in her head that shouted "I knew he would come back! He's here! He is finally here!" Of
course you should've guessed by now who Wendy was talking about, it was no other then the
Peter Pan waiting patiently to be let in by a certain Miss Wendy Moira Angela Darling.
Wendy immediately ran to her window and opened it as quickly as she could. She took a step
closer to Peter and...looked up at him? She became confused and was trying to think how it
was possible that Peter had grown up. "Wendy," Peter spoke, "I'm back." Wendy however
didn't respond, instead she continued to stare up at him curiously. "What's wrong Wendy, are
you okay? Are you not glad that I have come to see you?" Peter asked this worriedly. "Oh
Peter, I'm fine and I am ever so glad that you have decided to visit. However I don't
understand... it appears to me that you have grown up some." "Indeed I have Wendy, but I
don't understand why. I guess about the time that you left is when I started to change... I
think it has something to do with you Wendy, that's why I have come. Wendy... do you know
why this is happening to me?" Wendy thought this through for a few seconds then responded
"Per-per-haps you don't understand that what you truly want is to grow up, Peter. If not then
I am not sure what it is." "I... I think you are right Wendy. Maybe growing up isn't as bad as it
seems." Wendy shivered and realized that they were still outside. "Peter, I suggest that we go
inside, or else we might catch cold." Peter let Wendy bring him inside to her new room. Wendy
had just opened her mouth to speak, but Peter beat her to it. "Wendy, would it be alright if I
were to give you a thimble?" Wendy smiled up at Peter and nodded her head as an affirmation
that he indeed was allowed to give her a thimble. He slowly bent down and closed his eyes as
Wendy stood herself on tiptoe and closed her eyes waiting for his lips to come in contact with
hers. When they finally did, she immediately melted into him. Peter instinctively wrapped his
arms around her waist while Wendy draped her arms over his now broad shoulders. She
sighed, thinking how great it was that Peter was now back and he was kissing or rather
thimbling her. This however allowed Peter to accidentally deepen their kiss which had shocked
both of them when Peter's tongue had entered her mouth. Peter would've pulled away if it
wasn't for Wendy's response. Wendy had placed her tongue in his mouth as well. This made
Peter think that it was alright to thimble this way with Wendy also, besides he was rather
enjoying it. Peter then felt something wet against his cheek, so he slowly pulled away from
Wendy and discovered that she was crying. Peter was confused; he thought that Wendy liked
to thimble him. "Why are you crying, Wendy? Please don't cry." Peter wiped away a tear with
his thumb. "Oh, Peter," Wendy said, "Please don't ever leave me again, I couldn't bear it."
Wendy buried her face in the crook of Peter's neck and cried more thinking all she had with
Peter was this one night. Peter felt absolutely horrible for making her cry. "Wendy, I'll never
leave you again, I promise. Please don't cry for me, I never want to make you cry." Wendy
sniffled and looked up at Peter "You-you really m-mean it?" Peter simply nodded and Wendy
now had a grand smile splayed upon her lips. Peter smiled back, relieved that she was no
longer crying. Wendy embraced Peter quickly and looked back up at his smiling face. Wendy
raised herself up on her toes again and pulled Peter's head down so that she could thimble
him again. After a few more minutes of thimbling, Peter broke apart from Wendy and gave her
one of his gorgeous smiles. "Wendy... how would you like to come back to Neverland with me?
We can be together forever and our whole lives can be one great adventure. Wendy, please
say yes." "Oh, Peter that does sound quite lovely, but what about my family? They would miss
me so much." "We can visit whenever you'd like, but please say that you'll come back with
me... I can't live without you. Please say yes." Wendy had tears of joy in her eyes as Peter
finished begging her to come live with him. "Of course, Peter. I'll go back to Neverland with
you; it will be one grand adventure!" Peter smiled at her and suddenly grabbed her by the
middle and swung her around in circles as she giggled at his silliness. Peter let Wendy down
and quickly embraced her. "Well," Peter started, "Get your things then!" Wendy smiled and
pulled away from Peter, then quickly stuffed a bag full of her necessities to bring to her new
home in Neverland.
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The morning birds chirped outside as Wendy woke up, stretching her limbs with a smile on her
face. However when Wendy opened her eyes, she saw something she hadn't expected... the
ceiling of her room. Her smile quickly turned into a frown as she realized that her wish come
true was actually just a dream that was playing terrible mind tricks on her. Wendy grabbed
her pillow as she started to weep her desperations of her mind and soul onto the delicate lacy
material of the cushion. If only dreams weren't so cruel...
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Peter awoke that morning to the sound of crying and got up as quickly as his stiff and achy
body could, after all he was sleeping on the floor. The sight that he saw made his heart
break... there lying on the bed right in front of him was his Wendy sobbing openly into her
pillow. Peter walked over to her bedside and asked her quietly, "Wendy, why are crying?"
Wendy suddenly stiffened as she took in a breath. Surely her mind was playing tricks on her,
but she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Peter, is that you?" Her voice came out muffled but
Peter understood her none-the-less. "Yes, it's me Wendy, I've come back." Wendy gasped and
immediately brought her head up to look at Peter who was now kneeling on the floor by her
bedside. Wendy stared at Peter in shock, "Peter!" she exclaimed, "You are really here!" Peter
stood up and sat down on her bed as she pulled herself up and threw her arms around him.
Peter hugged her back and never wanted to let go of her, and Wendy didn't want to let go of
him either. However Wendy needed some answers and reluctantly let go of him. "Peter, when
did you get here and why have you suddenly decided to visit?" "I came during the night
Wendy. I found you sleeping by the open window so I decided I'd bring you to bed and wait
for you to wake up in the morning. I couldn't disturb your sleep, you looked so peaceful."
"That was very kind of you Peter." Peter grinned at Wendy's comment and leaned in to give
her a thimble; however, Wendy put a finger over his mouth and said, "Peter, you haven't
answered my whole question... why have you decided to come?" "I'll tell you if I can give you
a thimble after." was Peter's response. Wendy smiled, "Of course Peter." Peter then stood up
to tell Wendy his story. Wendy gasped as she noticed that Peter looked taller and older; how
she hadn't noticed this before she didn't know, but now that she had, she'd have to say that
she was very impressed. Peter was absolutely gorgeous with his newly tall and muscular build,
his blonde hair and blue-green eyes were the same, but they now adorned a finely chiseled
face that practically defined handsome. Wendy was in awe as she took in his new figure. Peter
noticed Wendy's wonderment and began to speak. "Well, as you can tell, I've grown up some,
but I am unsure of why, I came here because I thought maybe you can help me find the
answer to my question and I can become a boy again." Wendy frowned at this, she was
hoping that Peter came so that they could live happily-ever- after, but that was too easy,
she'd have to show Peter that being a man was better than being a boy. Wendy couldn't think
of anything to say, so she settled with an "Oh..." "Wendy I was wondering, would you come
back with me to Neverland tonight and help me?" Wendy was excited; this was a perfect
chance to prove to Peter that growing up wasn't as bad as he thought. "Of course I'll go with
you Peter, and I'll help you as best I can." "Thank you so much, Wendy; I knew you'd help me
out!" Peter grabbed Wendy's arm and pulled her off of the bed and into his arms to embrace
her. Wendy giggled as he half-whispered in her ear, "Now about that thimble..." "Peter, I've
been meaning to tell you, thimbles are actually called kisses..." Wendy was about to say
something else but Peter beat her to it, "Interesting... Wendy, may I kiss you then?" Wendy
smiled again, "You didn't even have to ask." Peter too smiled and bent down to capture her
lips for the first time in a long time.
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Disclaimer: No characters in this story belong to me, they all come from the talented Mr. J.M. Barry.
Summary: After four years, Peter finally comes back to see Wendy, but will she be able to help Peter discover love?
A/N: This fanfic was inspired by the 2003 Peter Pan movie, I hope you all enjoy this and I hope to get lots of lovely reviews from you all!
It had been four long years since Wendy, John, Michael, and the Lost Boys had seen Peter
Pan, but that didn't sop them from dreaming... especially for Wendy. All Wendy would think
about these days was Peter... what day shall it be when he comes back to my window for a
visit, and possibly... hopefully more. You see, Wendy would wait by the window of her new
room every night in fear that if she did not, Peter wouldn't be able to find her. This of course
might seem rather foolish to you... but to Wendy, it had become so set into her mind to wait
by her window for his arrival that she had never thought upon it once to be foolish. Why would
it be if she loved him so much? Wendy never would give up hope that Peter would come back
because something in her heart told her he would indeed come back.
Wendy sat in her room staring out at the sky, waiting for a sign that Peter was coming to visit.
She looked down at her necklace and smiled at it; on the chain was the kiss that Peter had
given to her when they first met in the nursery. This little acorn kiss might not mean much to
you, but to Wendy it symbolizes love and security. After all...this very kiss had saved her life
once, and she often wondered- what if Peter hadn't given it to me? She had never taken off
the necklace containing his kiss and never planned on doing so either. Wendy yawned silently
and ever so slowly drifted off into slumber with thoughts of Peter and his kiss still on her
mind...
A few minutes later Wendy felt a cool breeze coming from the window as she stirred from her
sleep. She decided that now was as good a time to go to bed, so she closed the window so as
the chilly air couldn't sneak its way into her cozy room. However, she didn't lock the window...
in fact, she never did. Wendy started to walk toward her bed as she yawned and thimbled her
kiss.
Wendy had just reached her bed when she had heard a tapping at her window. Slowly she
turned to discover the source of this tapping until at last her window had come into view.
What came next for Wendy was a mixture of many emotions: shock, happiness, love... and a
voice in her head that shouted "I knew he would come back! He's here! He is finally here!" Of
course you should've guessed by now who Wendy was talking about, it was no other then the
Peter Pan waiting patiently to be let in by a certain Miss Wendy Moira Angela Darling.
Wendy immediately ran to her window and opened it as quickly as she could. She took a step
closer to Peter and...looked up at him? She became confused and was trying to think how it
was possible that Peter had grown up. "Wendy," Peter spoke, "I'm back." Wendy however
didn't respond, instead she continued to stare up at him curiously. "What's wrong Wendy, are
you okay? Are you not glad that I have come to see you?" Peter asked this worriedly. "Oh
Peter, I'm fine and I am ever so glad that you have decided to visit. However I don't
understand... it appears to me that you have grown up some." "Indeed I have Wendy, but I
don't understand why. I guess about the time that you left is when I started to change... I
think it has something to do with you Wendy, that's why I have come. Wendy... do you know
why this is happening to me?" Wendy thought this through for a few seconds then responded
"Per-per-haps you don't understand that what you truly want is to grow up, Peter. If not then
I am not sure what it is." "I... I think you are right Wendy. Maybe growing up isn't as bad as it
seems." Wendy shivered and realized that they were still outside. "Peter, I suggest that we go
inside, or else we might catch cold." Peter let Wendy bring him inside to her new room. Wendy
had just opened her mouth to speak, but Peter beat her to it. "Wendy, would it be alright if I
were to give you a thimble?" Wendy smiled up at Peter and nodded her head as an affirmation
that he indeed was allowed to give her a thimble. He slowly bent down and closed his eyes as
Wendy stood herself on tiptoe and closed her eyes waiting for his lips to come in contact with
hers. When they finally did, she immediately melted into him. Peter instinctively wrapped his
arms around her waist while Wendy draped her arms over his now broad shoulders. She
sighed, thinking how great it was that Peter was now back and he was kissing or rather
thimbling her. This however allowed Peter to accidentally deepen their kiss which had shocked
both of them when Peter's tongue had entered her mouth. Peter would've pulled away if it
wasn't for Wendy's response. Wendy had placed her tongue in his mouth as well. This made
Peter think that it was alright to thimble this way with Wendy also, besides he was rather
enjoying it. Peter then felt something wet against his cheek, so he slowly pulled away from
Wendy and discovered that she was crying. Peter was confused; he thought that Wendy liked
to thimble him. "Why are you crying, Wendy? Please don't cry." Peter wiped away a tear with
his thumb. "Oh, Peter," Wendy said, "Please don't ever leave me again, I couldn't bear it."
Wendy buried her face in the crook of Peter's neck and cried more thinking all she had with
Peter was this one night. Peter felt absolutely horrible for making her cry. "Wendy, I'll never
leave you again, I promise. Please don't cry for me, I never want to make you cry." Wendy
sniffled and looked up at Peter "You-you really m-mean it?" Peter simply nodded and Wendy
now had a grand smile splayed upon her lips. Peter smiled back, relieved that she was no
longer crying. Wendy embraced Peter quickly and looked back up at his smiling face. Wendy
raised herself up on her toes again and pulled Peter's head down so that she could thimble
him again. After a few more minutes of thimbling, Peter broke apart from Wendy and gave her
one of his gorgeous smiles. "Wendy... how would you like to come back to Neverland with me?
We can be together forever and our whole lives can be one great adventure. Wendy, please
say yes." "Oh, Peter that does sound quite lovely, but what about my family? They would miss
me so much." "We can visit whenever you'd like, but please say that you'll come back with
me... I can't live without you. Please say yes." Wendy had tears of joy in her eyes as Peter
finished begging her to come live with him. "Of course, Peter. I'll go back to Neverland with
you; it will be one grand adventure!" Peter smiled at her and suddenly grabbed her by the
middle and swung her around in circles as she giggled at his silliness. Peter let Wendy down
and quickly embraced her. "Well," Peter started, "Get your things then!" Wendy smiled and
pulled away from Peter, then quickly stuffed a bag full of her necessities to bring to her new
home in Neverland.
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The morning birds chirped outside as Wendy woke up, stretching her limbs with a smile on her
face. However when Wendy opened her eyes, she saw something she hadn't expected... the
ceiling of her room. Her smile quickly turned into a frown as she realized that her wish come
true was actually just a dream that was playing terrible mind tricks on her. Wendy grabbed
her pillow as she started to weep her desperations of her mind and soul onto the delicate lacy
material of the cushion. If only dreams weren't so cruel...
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Peter awoke that morning to the sound of crying and got up as quickly as his stiff and achy
body could, after all he was sleeping on the floor. The sight that he saw made his heart
break... there lying on the bed right in front of him was his Wendy sobbing openly into her
pillow. Peter walked over to her bedside and asked her quietly, "Wendy, why are crying?"
Wendy suddenly stiffened as she took in a breath. Surely her mind was playing tricks on her,
but she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Peter, is that you?" Her voice came out muffled but
Peter understood her none-the-less. "Yes, it's me Wendy, I've come back." Wendy gasped and
immediately brought her head up to look at Peter who was now kneeling on the floor by her
bedside. Wendy stared at Peter in shock, "Peter!" she exclaimed, "You are really here!" Peter
stood up and sat down on her bed as she pulled herself up and threw her arms around him.
Peter hugged her back and never wanted to let go of her, and Wendy didn't want to let go of
him either. However Wendy needed some answers and reluctantly let go of him. "Peter, when
did you get here and why have you suddenly decided to visit?" "I came during the night
Wendy. I found you sleeping by the open window so I decided I'd bring you to bed and wait
for you to wake up in the morning. I couldn't disturb your sleep, you looked so peaceful."
"That was very kind of you Peter." Peter grinned at Wendy's comment and leaned in to give
her a thimble; however, Wendy put a finger over his mouth and said, "Peter, you haven't
answered my whole question... why have you decided to come?" "I'll tell you if I can give you
a thimble after." was Peter's response. Wendy smiled, "Of course Peter." Peter then stood up
to tell Wendy his story. Wendy gasped as she noticed that Peter looked taller and older; how
she hadn't noticed this before she didn't know, but now that she had, she'd have to say that
she was very impressed. Peter was absolutely gorgeous with his newly tall and muscular build,
his blonde hair and blue-green eyes were the same, but they now adorned a finely chiseled
face that practically defined handsome. Wendy was in awe as she took in his new figure. Peter
noticed Wendy's wonderment and began to speak. "Well, as you can tell, I've grown up some,
but I am unsure of why, I came here because I thought maybe you can help me find the
answer to my question and I can become a boy again." Wendy frowned at this, she was
hoping that Peter came so that they could live happily-ever- after, but that was too easy,
she'd have to show Peter that being a man was better than being a boy. Wendy couldn't think
of anything to say, so she settled with an "Oh..." "Wendy I was wondering, would you come
back with me to Neverland tonight and help me?" Wendy was excited; this was a perfect
chance to prove to Peter that growing up wasn't as bad as he thought. "Of course I'll go with
you Peter, and I'll help you as best I can." "Thank you so much, Wendy; I knew you'd help me
out!" Peter grabbed Wendy's arm and pulled her off of the bed and into his arms to embrace
her. Wendy giggled as he half-whispered in her ear, "Now about that thimble..." "Peter, I've
been meaning to tell you, thimbles are actually called kisses..." Wendy was about to say
something else but Peter beat her to it, "Interesting... Wendy, may I kiss you then?" Wendy
smiled again, "You didn't even have to ask." Peter too smiled and bent down to capture her
lips for the first time in a long time.
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