Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or anything related to the story. I only own Jade and co.

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Jade went silently up to her room when she got back home and cried. She cried like she never had before. She lost her only friend and companion who truly believed in Peter Pan. She was the only person she knew who had met and known Peter. Who could tell his adventures better than any book or movie.

Jade knew she would never forget Wendy, and a little gift she received that night just a few hours ago from Amelia would help her to remember and remind her about Wendy. This was something very special, and she absolutely could not lose it. You see, on the first day the two met, unknown to Jade, Wendy had asked Amelia to tape their conversation for Jade to keep forever.

From the moment she first saw the girl walking down a street in town, her nose stuck in the book, Peter Pan, she knew that she was special. When Amelia arrived back at the house that night after dropping Jade off, Wendy had told her to give Jade the tape when she (Wendy) died.

Jade picked up the small tape and fiddled with it, turning it over and rubbing her thumb on the label, which had "Wendy and Jade" written on it in blue ink. She popped it into her tape player, went to shut the lights, and climbed into bed, crying as she listened to Wendy's soft voice drifting to her ears. A strangled "Why?" escaped her lips as she slowly shut her eyes and fell asleep, failing to notice a strange boy staring at her from the window.

"She and Wendy must have been close…Is she really that upset? Is that why she didn't come to the window tonight to talk to me? What do you think, Tink?" The small pixie made an annoyed and uninterested jingling sound, like the clangor of bells. Peter jumped as he was startled by how loud she was, and quickly cupped her in his hands.

"SSSHHHH, Tink! You'll wake her up! Do you want her to hear you?!" Tinkerbell haughtily rang her bells and turned away from Peter, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Peter was confused. For the past two months, this girl had come to her window every night. She would open it, lean out onto the half-roof that connected to her house right under the window sill, and took a couple of deep breaths of the cool fresh night air.

She would then start speaking to Peter, even though she never saw him, because she believed in him so much. She would ask him to take her away from the life she led on Earth because she hated all of the responsibilities she had to deal with. She would beg him to come to her window and take her with him and they would never come back. She would stare at one brilliant conspicuous star that had caught her eye one night two months earlier.

(Flashback - Two months ago)

The moment she saw it, she was entranced. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. She

whispered something so soft, almost inaudible, but Peter had heard it. "Neverland…"

Peter felt something within her that night, something very strong. She believed. No

matter how old she seemed to be or how developed she was, she still had the heart and

spirit of a child and believed in him. The eternal boy. Peter had been out wandering and

didn't mean to make a rest stop, but he saw a big beautiful house. Now Peter, being the

curious youth he was, couldn't pass up the chance of getting involved in any kind of

adventure, big or small. So he flew to the closed window and saw a pretty girl who had

her back to him with hair the color he had never seen before – it was the color of a

Neverland sunset, reds and golds mixed together like fire.

'Great! A new mother for us!' Peter thought to himself. Then the girl turned around.

Peter flew back a few feet, startled by the girl's appearance, then flew back to the

window. This was no girl. This was a woman. She had curves in places Peter never knew

could curve that way. Wait…he looked closer. She was…almost a woman. She still had a

child's aura and that child-like spark in her eyes. And she was…crying?

'Why is she crying?' She walked over to the window, and he flew up and out of sight. He

noticed that she had shut off the lights in her room. Something had caught her eye, so she

opened the window and looked out.

"That's odd. I could've sworn I saw something. Oh well." She was about to shut the

window again when something else caught her eye. A single beautiful flickering star, one

that dwarfed the rest, shone brightly in the winter sky. The girl gasped. She had never

seen anything like the star in all of the sixteen years she had lived in that house. Never

once had she noticed it. She leaned out onto the half-roof to get a better glimpse of the

star, enjoying the cold, gentle breeze that shifted her hair around, making it flow in

waveslike blood red water. She looked like a princess. She closed her eyes and breathed

in deeply,smiling as she leaned a bit further out. Peter wanted so badly to take her to

Neverlandright then and there, but he didn't dare for she was just too grown up. Maybe

not on theinside, but her figure screamed it loud and clear – she was a woman, no matter

how much she protested and said she wasn't. He could tell that she was not completely

innocent, buthe knew that it was not her fault. He knew why, and he remembered, but

that is another story for another day.

She sighed and retired back into her room, kneeling on the floor and sighing, gazing

longingly at the star. She laid her arms horizontally on the windowsill and rested her

chin on her hands. She closed her eyes for about five seconds and when she opened them,

Peter noticed that she was crying again.

(End flashback – present time)

Peter came back to the girl's house every night after that because she intrigued

him and peaked his interest and curiosity like none had ever before. No, not even Wendy. She didn't tell the kind of fantasy stories Peter loved, but he did enjoy the stories she told her friends on something attached to a cord she called a phone or at her house whenever they came over.

She told about the horrid thing Peter never wanted to hear about – school. He never thought it could be fun, but she made it seem like it was. She talked about her other friends or people in her school who were stupid or morons and they did this and that – Peter thought they were funny stories.

How these people could be so stupid as to punch their brother and then turn around…only to run into a pole. He had no idea. He wanted a closer look of the girl, so that night, he silently pushed open the window (it was unlocked. The girl never locked it) and flew inside. It was 5 o'clock in the morning by the time he gathered up his courage to enter the "adult's" room. He flew to her bed and hovered over her. She looked so calm and content when she was sleeping, just like a child.

'That's probably because she is dreaming about me!' he thought as his chest swelled with pride. He took an even closer look at the girl sleeping peacefully below him. She looked like…

Like a child no older than 12 or 13 underneath those thick blankets. She looked so innocent, especially with the light sprinkling of freckles on her face, though Peter could tell she was not. Surprisingly, that little fact didn't scare him away. It only made him all the more curious about her. Who was she? What was she like? She had a grown-up's body but the spirit, energy, and imagination of a child who never wanted to grow up.

Because of that one fact, though, he could never take her to Neverland. Ironic, isn't it? All children that go there and stay are younger than her, and pure. Innocent. She was not. The only way she would be able to go is if she was younger. A light bulb went off in Peter's clever head. Wait!! What if he could make her young again? With some kind of fairy magic. Yeah! Maybe…just maybe that could work.

'If I ever managed to do that, she would be able to come with me and never come back to the miserable life she has here,' Peter thought. She would be innocent again. Free. Her dream would come true. He reached out and ever so slightly touched her cheek.

"Do not worry, lady. I will make you young again, and then you can come with me. No longer will you be forced to deal with all of this 'work' you speak of. You will be free, like you always dreamed. I promise you that," Peter whispered softly to her. He looked over at the thing the girl was listening to earlier that night.

He flew over about half a foot to her night table and looked closer at the curious machine, and pressed a button. The part of the tape player that holds the tape clicked and popped put. This startled the boy and he flew back a few feet, pulling out his dagger at record speed.

He sheathed his dagger when he was sure that the crazy thing wasn't going to do anything to him and he flew back to it, examining it further. He pressed another button, this time making the machine "talk". It sounded like an elderly woman's voice speaking in a familiar voice used in all of the stories she used to tell.

"Oh Peter was a mischievous boy, full of laughter and joy. He came to my window to hear the many stories I told Michael and John…" Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing. When the voice mentioned what he had done so many years before, he knew that the voice coming from the machine belonged to his beloved friend, Wendy.

How this was happening, he hadn't the faintest idea. She was dead, after all. All he knew was she was the one who was speaking, telling his story and of her adventures with him and her brothers. The girl's eyes slowly fluttered open at the soft noise coming from the tape player next to her. Also, Peter's touch earlier had awakened her senses. Peter was hovering over her again, and when she opened her eyes, he was startled.

He quickly flew up and out of the window as she gasped and got out of her bed. She ran to the window and leaned out, scanning the sky for the boy. She then spotted a shooting star that shot towards "her star", as she called it, which brightly lit up when the other star collided with it. A huge smile lit up her face, as she knew who it was that had just visited her.

She also had evidence – the open window, the tape playing, and a single skeleton leaf that lay on the floor by the window, dropped from the boy's leafy attire when he rushed out in a hurry so as to not be seen. Jade yawned and shivered. She shut the window without locking it and went to take a shower.

After that, she would get ready for a Friday at school. It was, after all, 6 o'clock. She couldn't go back to sleep. No, not after her exciting visit. A visit by a young boy, an eternal youth. A visit by a young boy whom she had wanted to meet so badly for the longest time. A visit by a boy named Peter Pan.

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