Chapter One: Look at how the stars shine for you baby

"It had been four years since Peter Pan had decided to abandon Neverland to be with his Wendy, four years since he had decided to let the Watson's adopt him…and four years since he had broken Wendy's heart, despite trying his hardest not too. He and Wendy were now 16 and 17 years old respectfully, and had stayed close despite the things that happened in their ever changing lives. Tonight was the night of Wendy's 16th birthday and Peter was scared out of his mind. "

Peter "Watson" sighed as he looked up at the ceiling in his bedroom, a mural of the night sky, complete with the second star to the right of course, and tried not to think about what was going to happen in the matter of a little less than three hours. His Wendy Darling was turning SIXTEEN, she was almost a grown woman…and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop seeing her as a little girl…a child…how she looked when they had first met, but he knew that she wasn't that little girl anymore. Not like the little girl he had got in a fight with four years before about who was going to adopt him, thankfully she'd gotten over her little hissy fit the next day when she came to her senses about everything, she claimed she had just been a little frustrated about the fact that someone he barely knew was taking him away form her. She was so much more ladylike...No, he knew she was a lady, on the verge of adulthood...and somehow that scared him out of his mind. Maybe because he knew they were growing up, maybe it was because he knew she might figure out that she didn't HAVE to be with him...or maybe it was because he loved her so much it killed him and he had never told her. Yup, that last one would most likely be it Pan...God you're such an idiot...you got her present for her three months ago, and now you're chickening out? Shit, you can't back out now, it's too late for that. The plans have been made and it is TIME for you to grow up and do what you need to do Pan. Just do it! Peter shook his head to clear his thoughts and got up from his bed, heading to his closet to pick out his outfit for the party that night.

Wendy's parents had conceeded to let her have a party with only her friends at the fanciest club/restaurant in the city, Loca. It was an exclusive club that only the VIP's got to partake in, and the restaurant had been booked solid since the day it opened. Luckily, Wendy's father had gained confidence after taking in three unruly little boys and had decided to run for mayor of New York...and won. So needless to say, his only daughter got whatever she wanted for her Sweet 16, meaning a private party at Loca. The theme of the party was 'Dress as your inner self', and he was going as a mobster, naturally. His suit was an Armani custom that was pinstriped, his shoes were Dolce & Gabana ((A/N: Do D & G MAKE men's dress shoes? I don't know because I'm not a man...but let's say they do...)) and he even had a plastic (although it looked real) Tommy Gun. He looked at himself in the floor length mirror on the inside of his door and smiled, she was gonna love it. Grabbing the little, golden wrapped box that held her present and his cell phone he headed out the door towards Loca.

The party was just getting started when Peter arrived and when he caught sight of Wendy, his breath caught in his throat. She was just as beautiful as he had always seen...but there was something different about her as she caught his eye and her eyes sparkled and she smiled. She hadn't told him what she was going as, but maybe that's because he already knew...she was an angel. Her white, beaded dress clung to her in just the right places, yet flowed away from her body in wisps whenever she took a step...giving the illusion she was gliding on air. Her gossamear, feathered wings were small and dainty unlike the huge, bulky ones most people wore. They fit her body perfectly, like they were meant to be there, and he, as well as everyone else, knew they were. Her halo was somehow fastened above her, so you couldn't see where it was attached, and it too was a glowing white. She glided towards him and he found it increasingly harder to breathe, his heart pounding so loudly he knew everyone around him would hear...especially her.
"You like it?" The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as she whispered in his ear, sending not only chills down his spine but also taking his breath away. Her perfume swept into his nostrils, a mixture of roses, rain...and pure Wendy.

"I should've known you were coming as an angel. I've always thought you were one, but you know that." He replied, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer as their favorite slow song came on, Far Away by Nickelback. "Wend, I know it's way to soon for presents...but will you open mine?" He asked her, palms sweating, before he got to scared and decided to pretend he forgot it at home.

"Oh, umm sure Peter. Let's go up to the balcony outside, ok?" She took his hand and led him up the stairs to the second floor, to the balcony over looking the park. When they got to the balcony, a light snow was falling and Peter hugged Wendy from behind, twirling with her as she laughed, resting her head against his chest and snuggling closer to him to escape the cold.

Taking out the little golden box with one hand, and covering her eyes with the other, he whispered in her ear, "This is for all the times we've been through...and all the times to come. Love you Wend." he put the box in her hands and took his other hand away from her eyes.

She looked at the golden box and then into his eyes, a question in hers. Untying the little white bow she slowly opened the box and gasped. Pulling out the tiny, gold locket shaped like a heart tears formed in her eyes. "Peter! This is amazing...you shouldn't have..." He smiled and took the box.

"Open it." Wendy paused, a little scared...a little excited...a little in love...and opened the heart. Inside were two pictures, the one on the left of Peter and Wendy taken the day after they returned from Neverland and the one on the right of them again, but this time they were older, heads pressed together, a secretive smile playing on their lips, reflected in their eyes. The tears spilled over her eyelids as she clutched the locket to her chest and tried not to sob. Peter frowned and pulled her into a giant hug, "I didn't mean to make you cry Wend...I swear...I wanted it to be something special." She let out a quiet sob and looked into his eyes, tears still spilling from hers.

"These aren't sad tears Peter...they're amazed and happy tears. I love it so much Peter, nothing else will ever compare to this gift. Nothing." He smiled and kissed her forehead, pulling her into his chest once again. Peter didn't know how long they stayed up there on that balcony intertwined, not saying anything, just thinking and breathing, relishing in each others warm embrace, but by the time they went back downstairs the other guests were starting to leave. Wendy sighed and made her rounds before everyone left, thanking them for coming and such, every once in awhile catching Peter's eye and smiling her bright eyed smile that made his heart soar.

Once everything had settled down and everyone else had left, Peter and Wendy took one final last dance to their song and laughed about their memories of one another the last four years. When the bouncer had had enough of their song and kicked them out of Loca, they walked home in the snow and held hands the whole way to her house. They reached her front door and there was an awkward moment when they were deciding whether or not to kiss, in the end they settled for a rigid hug and a peck on the cheek from him. Wendy was satisfied none the less and skipped inside, Peter laughing as she did. He waited until Wendy was safely inside and headed next door to his own room.
That night, Peter couldn't sleep...he still had one aspect of his present that he hadn't given Wendy, and he needed some help to give it to her. He closed his eyes and thought of Tinkerbell, saying her name and asking her to come help him. A few minutes later he heard her tinkling bell sound at his window and let her into his room, informing her of his plan. When he was done, Tink looked furious for a moment until she realized how serious and in need Peter was, then he saw her soften and she agreed to help him. Giving Peter a little pouch of her fairy dust she started her return flight to Neverland. Peter shook some fairy dust onto himself and tucked the pouch into the pocket of his jeans. Flying out his window he flew next door and knocked on Wendy's window, rousing her from her slumber.

"Pe-Peter? What are you DOING here?" Wendy asked, confused and wiping sleep from her eyes so she could focus on him.

"I'm here to take you on a little trip my girl." She could actually hear the smile in his voice, and she groaned...the "trip" he was asking her to go on couldn't be a good thing...Well, it would be a good thing...just not necessarily a legal thing...Throwing the comfortor from her body she got out of bed forgetting that she was practically naked, wearing only boy short underwear and a camisole. When she heard Peter's sharp intake of breath she swore and grabbed the comfortor, trying frantically to cover her body. "Pan! Turn around so I can get dressed! It must be 20 degrees out there!" She quietly yelled.

"15 degrees actually," Peter responded flying back out the window and laughing.

Once Wendy was finished dressing she told Peter to skip the spiel about "thinking happy thoughts" (because her thoughts were always happy when he was around) and waited patiently as he sprinkled the pixie dust on her and immeadiately started to float in midair...and got the chills. No matter how many times she flew she would never get used to the experience of being high above the clouds and feel the air rushing past her ears. It was more exhilarating than anything else she'd ever imagined. After a few moments Peter motioned for her to fly lower and to follow him, she nodded and was a little shocked when they landed on top of a building near Times Square...and even more shocked when she saw the champagne and strawberries set up on a picnic blanket.

"Pan...what's going on?"

"This is just another part of your present Wend." He whispered, drawing her closer to him and looking into her eyes, searching into her soul.

"You REALLY didn't have to do this Peter...seriously...this is too much..." He chuckled and eased down onto the blanket, pulling her down with him.

"Yeah I did Wend...yeah I did..." He opened ((AN: Do you pop a champagne bottle? Like by taking the cork out? Or do you open it? Seeing as how I'm 1) Not very cultured in alcoholic beverages and 2) I just don't know...)) the champagne and poured them each a flute and took a strawberry from the bowl sitting between them, popping it into his mouth. Then, seeing as how the shock had been erased from her face Peter handed fed her a strawberry and pulled her closer to him, cuddling her and burying his face into her hair. When all the strawberries were gone and the champagne had been reduced to a few lingering sips at the bottom of the bottle, they sat back on their backs and watched the stars. All of a sudden a shooting star streaked across the sky.

"Did you see that?" Wendy asked, excited beyond belief at seeing her first shooting star.

"Yeah, I did actually..." Peter replied, taking joy in the fact that she was so happy.

"Well what did you wish for?" She asked, turning on her side to look at him.

"You know you're not allowed to say what you wished for...it won't come true." He teased, brushing a strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ears.

"...Oh..." Wendy sighed, looking down at the blanket and looking disappointed. It was at that very moment that Peter couldn't take it anymore...he kissed her. Full on, French kiss with all the trimmings. When he finally pulled away and layed back on his back, a meteor shower was raging above them and he started to glow...Pink, of all colors...because of her hidden kiss. Wendy rolled back onto her own back and reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. And whispered, "Peter...I love you..." All Peter could do was smile...

((AN: Sooooo soooooo sorry about any grammatical/spelling errors in this chappie, I have to resort to typing it in Word Pad bc my stupid Microsoft Word won't work...gah...oh well, anyways, also sorry about the delay in the time it took to put up this chappie...partially due to writer's block, although I have where the story is headed all planned out I just couldn't think of how to write it...so sorry again if this is a little non-descriptive...Welps, love ya guys! R & R as always please and thank you!))
((AN 2: Oh, and does anyone know how to freaking indent things when you post them? It's REALLY getting on my nervicals! grrrrrr Thanks! Don't forget to R&R!))