The key to her heart

Author's Note: Hello, it's me again. Sorry if I take a long while to post these chaptersbut I'm a very busy girl. :) Oh and these are all chapters I did a while ago, so if they lack talent then you know why. It's only from Chapter 4 onwards that are recent. Anyway, enjoy the story.

Wendy jerked her head up, staring at the door infront of her, not daring to look around. Who was it? Who ever it was, obviously hadn't come with good intentions. Her eyes darted up to the door handle. Could she make a run for it?Closing her eyes, she rose to her feet and slowly turned around to face the voice. Wondering why the lights had been turned out, she suddenly remembered that her eyes were closed. Snap out of it Wendy, she thought, feeling her cheeks heat up, you don't what to look like a coward...you don't want to seem intimidated by the intruder, or they'll think they have got the upper hand. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture and shifted her pose to what she thought would radiate her strength.

Carefully, she opened her eyes, only to find herself staring directly into another pair of eyes. Wendy gasped and turned to run, forgetting the dress that she was wearing. She let out a small 'oh' of surprise, before tripping on the hem and toppling over her dolls' house. Why did she have to be so clumsy? Sharp pain struck the small of her back and her neck seemed to be cricked. Letting out a heave of defeat, she raised a shaky hand into the air.

"I'll come quietly...however I have one request. Make it quick."

Silence.

Wendy felt confusion cloud her mind. Maybe the person was gone. Or maybe they were trying to trick her. Yes, that was the most likely situation. A soft swishing sound came from behind her. Wendy felt tears spring to her eyes, choking her throat and burning her eyelids. The intruder had a weapon. This was it. She was done for. Goodbye mother, father, John, Michael, Peter... Wendy threw her arms over her head and waited for impact. Instead, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and lift her to her feet.

Strange, Wendy thought, first of all I discover that I'm not going to die and now I can't feel the floor beneath me. Looking up, her mouth opened slightly and realisation hit her. That would explain everything.

"Peter Pan!" She murmured softly and promptly fainted.

Wendy...Wendy...WENDY!

"Leave me alone mum!" Wendy groaned, lying face down in her pillow. She waited for the distinctive sound of a door opening and shutting, before she rolled over. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, she reached for her dressing gown. Slipping into it, she dimmed the lamp beside her bed and glanced around the room. John and Michael were sleeping soundly, undisturbed and snoring softly. She gave them a small smile. It had all been a dream, she thought sadly. Thank heavens...she wouldn't have been able to cope with a shock like Peter returning. Reaching down, she carefully took John's glasses from his nose and placed them on the table. A wet nose pushed against Wendy's hand. Laughing, she crouched down and rubbed Nana behind the ears. The dog wagged it's tail, seemingly satisfied and trotted over to the window.

Shifting into a sitting position, she turned to face the window and let out a clear bark. Wendy's smile disappeared almost instantly, as she hurried over to the dog and whispered comforting words in it's ear. When she was positive that Nana would remain quiet, Wendy slowly approached the window. Halting, she rested her hands on either side of the window and leaned out. Turning her head to look to the left and then the right, she sighed. Nana was just imagining things, like all dogs did. She'd obviously sensed a rabbit or another dog. Taking a step back, Wendy hesitated, her hand hovering over the window latch. Since when had Nana been a normal dog! Turning back to the window, Wendy felt a mixture of fear and excitement pass through her body. This was it. Either he was there or he wasn't...STOP! You're growing up, remember? Wendy glared to herself, pushing all negative thoughts to the back of her head and once again, leaning out of the window. Her heart raced, as she took a deep breath and looked up.

"Peter!" She gasped, her eyes widening in amazement and her hands flying to her mouth. The boy merely smiled, before floating down to her level. Blue eyes met hazel, as Wendy tried to regain her voice and stop blushing.

"You've changed!" They said simutaneously. Both let out an akward laugh. Wendy stared in pleasant surprise at the new Peter. He'd grown up! His hair was wavier and longer than she remembered, barely touching his shoulders, his arms more muscular and his skin tanned as though he'd been laying in the sun all day. His eyes held the familiar twinkle of happiness, yet Wendy also noticed a tinge of seriousness and almost...sadness, that hadn't been there before his last visit.

What do you expect? You chose to grow up, you chose to leave him, you chose to miss out on what could have surely been a wonderful adventure, you chose to return to London, you chose to leave Neverland! Everything is your fault!

"Wendy?" Peter asked. His smile disappeared instantly and was quickly replaced by a look of concern. "Are you alright?"

"Umm?" She murmured, "I mean, yes, of course. Why shouldn't I be?"

"Well, I thought-- Never mind. How are you?"

Wendy bit her lip, pondering with herself on whether to lie or to tell the truth. There were bad and good consequences with both. If she lied, the she'd feel like a criminal, a liar who'd betrayed their friend. But then of course, if she pretended to have enjoyed herself then maybe Peter would get jealous. If she were to tell the truth, then she'd have a feeling of relief over whealm her, at having shared her problems with someone else. But then Peter would know that she missed him, that her feelings for him had never died and then he would have the under hand.

What to do, what to do? If only she could be saved from that question...

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