Author's note; hi! i haven't made any notes yet, but im going to now 'cos i can't find any other way to contact my (two) loyal readers lol. Im sure (i hope!) there are more people but only 2 have reviewed so...

Anyway this chapter has shorter paragraphs to try and keep it easier to follow- and yes at last we get to see Peter!

Ive been looking forward to this bit, but its the last we'll see of Neverland for a while and im a little confuddled about how to plan it all out so after this we'll be focusing on Wendy for a bit- but they next chapters will take a lot longer 'cos were back at school now and were doing our GCSE's (english qualifications you take when youre 15-16) so i guess i need to focus on those!

Hope this chapters long enough to keep you occupied eh!


Neverland is a fantastical place, full of all the fantastic and sometimes rather bizarre things floating around in every single child's imagination all thrown together in one place.

On visiting Neverland, you will recognize a few things that came from your dreams. That is you will, if you are not grown up. For when you grow up and stop visiting Neverland in your dreams your little bit of Neverland must go with you.

Because you see there are ever so many children being born nowadays, no island could ever be big enough to hold on to a piece that is truly theirs if it had to hold onto everyone's forever, even Neverland.

Wendy's wolf was what she gave to Neverland. She had met this wolf, abandoned by it's parents in her dreams as a child, and when they finally met when she visited Neverland they were at last to meet physically. All the while they were in Neverland her she-wolf never left her side.

Once Wendy had returned back to the real world, though, having no parents or a pack of her own to stay with she continued to live with Peter- a person she had grown quite fond of just as Wendy herself had.

Peter Pan was rather pleased to have a little bit of Wendy left behind in the shape of the wolf- it gave him comfort in knowing that she still existed and was a constant reminder. Peter was ever so forgetful that he took excruciating pride in remembering Wendy.

Of course he would not let on to his newly instated Lost Boys that this was the reason he was so fond of the wolf, he had told them a long and adventurous yarn about how he came across the wild wolf and tamed her to be his own.

Some of the Boys were disbelieving, but knowing that if they voiced their opinions Peter would see them as cynical, a terrible trait of a grown-up, and they would be banished for it.

Yes all was well in Neverland. Peter had many Lost Boys again- and the pirates were still such fun to fight as they were before. Everything was well, that is, until the wolf that Peter had lovingly name Moira after Wendy's middle name (another memory he was especially proud of recalling) disappeared.

As you will remember, I told you that when children grow up their piece of Neverland goes too. It vanishes- no one knows where to, but that's just one of the many mysteries of Neverland. Moira, which I agree is a ridiculous name for a wolf, but peter does as peter does, disappeared the morning Wendy left her parents on the train platform and departed for The Alcott Boarding School for Girls. The morning Wendy Darling officially grew up.

"Ha ha!" Peter crowed, immediately flying from his bed on waking. "Come Boys, I have a most amazing adventure planned! I dreamed of it last night, it is such a clever idea!"

The Lost Boys, Peter, Wendy and Tink all now lived in the hugest tree house known to the whole world, it stretched throughout the forest of the dancing trees, each tree suspending a different room- all joined together by wobbly draw bridges that really weren't necessary as all the boys could competently fly- they were for poor Moira who's attention span was so short she soon forgot why she was poised in the air, and so it was too dangerous for her to fly at all lest she forget and fall.

Peter was so excited when he woke he did not realize that Moira was gone from his bedside- and promptly flew to each of the Lost Boys adjoining rooms one by one unmercifully hurling them out of their deep slumber.

"Come one come all!" Peter said in a voice not unlike a circus tout, "to hear of my in-explicably clever idea!" he was glad no-one asked him what 'inexplicably' meant, as they were all too tired.

Peter though, now slightly calmed down and with his quick darting glance made sure that all Lost Boys were awake and present and that they had not been kidnapped or sleep walked to their death. It was then that he noticed Moira missing.

"Oh Boys! Hold on, Moira hasn't followed me, I shall just go fetch her from my den." Peter said as he flew through all the boys' rooms once more.

This was a normal occurrence as the only way around the house was to fly through every room. Peters room, naturally the most grand, was in the middle of all the rooms and in the tallest tree so that he could watch all his house all the time from his window.

"Moira?" Peter began to panic when his Moira was not where she should be. "Moira where are you?" she could not have jumped from the house herself, it was too far a drop. She had been kidnapped!

'No' he thought. 'She couldn't have, not while I was in the room. They wouldn't dare. No one would.'

"She has fallen!" he yelled as he flew like lightning to the forest floor to search in vain for his lost companion, closely followed by Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell resented Moira for she represented what the terrible Wendy was, the terrible Wendy she thought was gone forever, but sensing Peters distress she knew she must help him.

But she had not fallen, and she was nowhere in Neverland. Peter sent out search parties of his Lost Boys and threatened the Pirates to give her back, though they did not have her.


After days of futile searching Peter went to visit the mermaids. He had been reluctant to do so, as mermaids only knew of everything mysterious or dark- ad refused to believe that anything mysterious or dark could ever happen to his Wendy.

'Moira!' Peter suddenly thought, correcting himself and gasping at the thought of Wendy's name, and how he could possibly have thought of Wendy's name instead of Moira's. It seems an unusual mistake, 'my Moira.'

Slightly perturbed by this mistake he instantly took out his pipes and began playing his playful tune to the empty lagoon. After a minute or two the mermaids emerged from the icy depths of the water.

Now neither you nor I can speak in mermaids tongue, but of course Peter can and it would obviously be appreciated that we knew what they were conversing about. But basically Peter fretful quizzed them on the whereabouts of Moira, and they respectfully informed him that it is obvious Moira's dreamer has grown up.

"Grown up!" Peter yelled, shocked and stunned. "NO! No way! You're lying! Lying!" but the mermaids were not lying, and Peter knew this.

They have never been wrong before, and they always had an inexplicable respect for Peter that they would never contradict.

Peter flew. He did not fly up, he did not fly down and he did not fly in any direction. He flew through the air and that was the long and short of it.

He flew to anywhere he though could be indistinguishable from anywhere else. He needed time to gather his thoughts.

Peter finally came to sit on the highest cloud in Neverland. He sat and worried, and then worried as to why he was so worried.

Why had he said Wendy's name?

Why had this bothered him so much?

Peter Pan was never so affected by anything. Well except for that one time…

"She was leaving you, Pan"

Peter shocked himself at hearing his long dead nemesis Captain Hook's voice- even if he was hearing it inside his own head. His mind was surprising him today. Strange things were afoot.

"Your Wendy…was leaving you" Hooks voice vindictively chimed again in Peters ears.

"Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are…incomplete" the words were attacking Peter just like they did the fateful day he Wendy had left him.

Why do they still hurt him? It was a long time ago…with a start Peter remembered this horrible feeling creeping up on him made him fall from the sky the last time they were said- they had killed all his happy thoughts.

Peter tried to throw the memory out of his head to save himself from falling from his cloud, but it was no good.

"She would rather grow up than stay with you."

'She has' Peter thought feeling the air around him become heavier, his face falling even further.

"And WHAT is this I see, there is another in your place…"

"NO, STOP!" Peter yelled to the air around him.

In his trauma he had not noticed his gradual descent. He was no longer on the highest cloud. He was far from it.

"…His name is…" Hooks memory the voice hissed.

"NO!" Peter tearfully yelled. All his loving memories of Wendy rushed back to him, he felt so guilty for forgetting to visit her. He remembered the heartbreak he felt when she left him. He missed her so terribly, has she forgotten him? How had he let this happen?

And then, as Peter fell onto the white sandy shores of Neverland coast, no one was around to hear his nearly unconscious body whisper "…Husband."