Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or it's characters.

Author's Note: I watched the newer movie Yay! And this is the Sequel to Shadows just to lazy to post a new story and all. Enjoy! Happy Reading!

-Na

The Legend of the Lost Girl

Chapter 1: 3 days

Girls are to smart to fall out of their Prams... Or is it they just know in this time no adventures belong to them? That the boys won't fight them, corsets and dresses restrict too much, swords are never placed in their hands, and adventures are for boys. Its not that girls are smart enough to stay in their prams, its they know they have no choice when they grow up, better give up trying what is not meant to be before their prams are no longer needed. So why would a girl travel to Never Neverland when adventure wont be theirs? I guess you would have to ask her...

Wendy turned expecting an old Tabby climbed the tree and jumped to her sill. But what she saw was a smiling face, "Peter!"

"Wendy! It's you, you moved, I couldn't find you," replied Peter floating Indian style over Wendy's bed.

Wendy frowned, "Yeah I'm sorry Peter my mother wanted to move here. But I always kept the window open."

"Can I ask you a question Wendy?" asked Peter looking a little shy.

Wendy's heart jumped would he ask her to go back with him to Neverland? "Of course Peter."

"Could you... Could you sew my shadow back on I don't know who he got away," replied Peter with a smile.

It was not at all what Wendy wanted to hear but she smiled and leapt out of bed and to the drawer where the sewing stuff was. She took out a needle and a good amount of white thread before returning to Peter, who had ceased his flying and sat on Wendy's bed holding the now fidgeting shadow.

Wendy carefully began to sew shadow to skin; she smiled and asked, "So how is Tinkerbell? What have you been doing in the last fortnight?"

Peter cringed at the pain, but he has felt worse, "Tink? Oh she is great. We haven't done much you know with Hook dead and the Lost Boys living here. Hey I have an idea why don't you come back with me?"

This was what Wendy expected to hear, what she wanted to hear, but she still had to grow up, right? With the move and her recent disappearance, her lessens with Aunt Millicent were postponed. But then her hidden kiss was no longer hers but his, and she needed adventures for her book, but most importantly she needed a friend. Wendy smiled as she held out her hand for Peter's knife. Peter handed it to her and Wendy cut the thread.

"I'm not sure Peter, I need three days, to think. I'm no longer sure of growing up but to be young forever I'm also not sure of. Is that alright?" said Wendy with kind sincere eyes.

"But of course Wendy, as you wish, you are my Wendy-lady after all," said Peter floating up above Wendy's bed and tucking her in, "Hey remember when I taught you to fight?"

"Before that I could fight you know, it was just you double checking. Remember when I taught you to dance?" replied Wendy grinning.

"Hey I could dance before that. Remember our adventures?" asked Peter.

Wendy looked distant and sad, "All to well," All though you wouldn't think it Wendy was made for the jungles, for adventures, but she was also raised proper. And at this time in her life there was a battle of the fair lady Wendy, and Wendy-lady. She yearned for the adventures, but time was pulling away from them. Wendy was about to take Peter's hand now and fly away to Never Neverland. When Peter took her hand in his own and gave it a gentle 'thimble'.

Peter smiled, "Good Night Wendy, I'll see you in three days." He then turned and flew out the window.

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Wendy woke up that morning to the sound of eight running boys. She smiled Aunt Millicent and Slightly are here. Wendy got out of her bed and put on a light blue dress. She stumbled as she put her slippers on and ran out the door.

When Wendy made it to the bottom of the stairs the boys ran by, and out the front door.

"Mornin' Wendy," they each said as they passed her each tipping their hat. Wendy's smile grew, a perfect Sunday morning. Wendy skipped to the parlor where her parents were; she stopped at the sound of her name and hid by the door listening to the adults' conversation.

"Do you not remember that George? Marie?" asked Aunt Millicent.

"No, we do Millicent, we just prefer not to," replied Mrs. Darling.

"Besides it is very different those two years Wendy was kidnapped in the park, two weeks ago she went to tell stories," replied Mr. Darling.

Mrs. Darling frowned, "Maybe we should have told her that she was taken from her pram in the park when a man stole my purse. Another took her from the pram. If we told her she might not have left with Peter. To loose your daughter once is horrible, twice is unbearable..."

"My boy Slightly talks fondly of Peter as they all do. He'll return to see Wendy, and did you not notice her hidden kiss has been given away, to him I presume. I wouldn't put it pass those two... to loose her a third time is torture," continued Aunt Millicent.

Mr. Darling nodded, "Yes we should though I hate to say it, Wendy should grow up. Spend more time with Millicent. Disappearing on her own accord is worse then when not."

"Well she'll have to start dressing properly, corsets are very popular as you know..." began Aunt Millicent.

"No! Just wean her away slowly corsets aren't needed yet, wait till she has more of a figure to keep in form," replied Mrs. Darling.

"Very well, I suppose your right," said Aunt Millicent, Wendy stepped in to the room, "Oh good morning Wendy why don't you and I go shopping?"

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Wendy walked to school with Aunt Millicent that morning while Nana took the boys. She was from yesterday on to be seen as a proper lady, minus the corset. Though she did not own a corset her three new dresses seemed three sizes to small in the upper area but still they swept to the ground her matching petticoats and hats made her feel weighed down, so at that moment she was happy to be in a school uniform.

Wendy sat down at her desk fifteen minutes before class began. English woman were educated, or at least well enough to read to their children, and grandmothers apple pie recipe. In reality they learned more then that, but that was Wendy's fate as of most girls (exceptions of female teachers and such). Wendy placed the small boring book that they were reading in their English hour on the corner of the desk. She didn't know its name or cared, all she knew is there was no pirates, Indians, mermaids, faeries, no Cinderella, nothing that tickled her fancy, most often she would daydream, it was not a book for her.

Wendy cringed as the young girl Annabel stepped into the classroom; she was a girl that despised Wendy. Annabel said not a word but took Wendy's book and sat down.

"Excuse me Annabel, but that would be my book," said Wendy.

Annabel glanced at Wendy, "No it is not, this is my book Wendy, and don't blame me for your forgetfulness."

"Annabel a proper lady doesn't steal or lie," replied Wendy.

"Yes your right, now tell us the truth where did your new brothers come from? Where that ruffian Peter Pan from your stories comes from?" asked Annabel in an evil tone.

"He is no ruffian," replied Wendy.

Annabel laughed, "Grow up Wendy he doesn't exist and if he did he wouldn't like a girl like you, dirty, crazy, lonely girl!"

Wendy bit her lip and swallowed her anger, "Please return my book Annabel."

"This is my book Wendy!" Annabel almost yelled.

The teacher Mrs. Thomas snapped a ruler down on Wendy's desk, "What seems to be the problem ladies?"

Before Wendy could answer Annabel blurted out in a fake (to Wendy not convincing) cry, "Wendy is trying to take my English book!"

"I'm surprised at you Wendy, this is no way for a lady to act," replied Mrs. Thomas.

"But..." Wendy began.

"But nothing, a lady shouldn't use such a word especially in such content. Now apologize to Annabel and the class, I'll be writing your father a letter and don't you dare try and intercept this one," replied Mrs. Thomas returning to her desk and waiting for Wendy.

Wendy sighed inwardly, as she stood up, "I'm sorry for trying to take your book Annabel, and I'm sorry I postponed the class." Wendy sat back down and slumped in her chair in a pout. Mrs. Thomas coughed and Wendy straitened up, no lady slouches after all. Wendy droned out and thought of Peter and her decision, 'Well I guess that would be one point for mom and two for Peter.'

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"Wendy dear, now you know you made a mistake yesterday so you need to make a good impression at your parents house warming party tonight. Now put on that green dress I bought you and the Petticoat I want you downstairs at quarter past six, the guest are arriving at six. I'll check on you in fifteen minutes I need to help your mother the guest will arrive any minute and we have eight boys to dress," said Aunt Millicent as she left Wendy's room.

Wendy cringed at the thought of the green dress the others were only three sizes to small and two layers to heavy the green dress was four sizes to small and four layers to heavy.

Wendy solemnly walked to her closet and took out her petticoat and then laid it on the bed before she returned for the dress itself. Wendy with little trouble yanked out the dress. But it must have jostled the closet enough because a small light brown child's chest fell to the floor.

Wendy placed the dress on her bed and picked up the chest. It was locked and Wendy wasn't sure were the key was, she wasn't even sure she had seen the chest before. She wondered why she didn't notice it when she moved.

She turned the chest over and shook it lightly there was something inside, but she had no memory of what it was. Wendy frowned as she noticed that the upper right hand corner of the chest was chipping and loosing a large chunk. Wendy sighed her curiosity must be fed later she had a party to attend to and she could already hear music for dancing.

Wendy began dressing herself for the party, she can never understand why parents do such things there was she and the boys to think about with school the next day and still her parents for 'Wendy's future' were having a party on a Tuesday! Tonight Peter would come and all though the good of Peter out weighed the goods of staying, but disappearing for a third time could she do that to her parents?

The fully dressed Wendy in her heavy dark green winter weight dress that was too tight, that Wendy believed was inappropriate for a party she sighed it was only till eight or so when all the children would go to bed. Aunt Millicent had said something about there being other children there and the time would fly while Wendy danced with her suitor, could that word be used with a twelve year old?

Wendy heard a knock on her door she grabbed the chest and threw it into a satchel on the floor. She believed it was Johns for a game or so but she wasn't sure, at this moment it was in her room and she could use it.

Aunt Millicent opened the door, "Oh Wendy you look beautiful, we could do something about your hair, but we're late as it is," Aunt Millicent grabbed Wendy by the wrist and dragged her out the door, "Now Wendy the Bank Managers son is here he's fifteen, laugh at his jokes dear and dance with him this could very well be your future husband."

Wendy blanked for a second husband? But she gave the 'thimble' to Peter it is forever his; he is the one she is to wed. Next thing she knew Aunt Millicent was talking again, "Charles Whitman this is my niece Wendy Darling." Wendy didn't know what was going on it was all a haze to her now, but such party etiquette has been burned into her head she smiled and curtsied.

"Pleasure to me you sir," said Wendy still in her doll state.

"No the pleasure is all mine Miss. Darling," replied Charles as he took Wendy's hand and kissed it right on Peter's 'thimble'! That was what snapped Wendy out of it she wanted to yank the hand away, but it was impolite, "would you care to dance?"

"I would love to," replied Wendy, 'to run away...' Wendy finished in her head. Charles lead Wendy to where the adults were dancing, the few that were most were intertwined in gossip.

Charles danced smoothly and with confidence. But it wasn't fun like with Peter ever if Wendy and Peter stayed on the ground and the faeries weren't around it would have still been fun and magickal, this wasn't.

Wendy began to feel uncomfortable as Charles got closer to her, in their eternity of hell, (15 minutes), of dancing. Wendy's head was spinning, but not in a sick kind of way, but in a confused way. She wanted to stay here for her mother and brothers, but was this, a glimpse of her life? Without... Peter?

'The fun and games will end, he'll grow up,' Wendy told herself, as Charles got closer to her. Wendy freaked now she was twelve! To young for him, he'd make her cook and clean, with no adventures. Plus her kiss belongs to Peter not Charles.

To Wendy's luck (at least it was thought of at first) Mrs. Darling interrupted Wendy and Charles and took Wendy aside.

"So what do you think of Charles?" Asked Mrs. Darling.

Wendy starred at her mother, "...."

"Well you know Millicent, and she wants us to arrange a marriage agreement now. But you would get married when your older," replied Mrs. Darling.

"Is that legal?" asked Wendy taken aback.

"Millicent say it is still done, so what do you think?" said Mrs. Darling.

"Do you see my hidden kiss? I love another mother, and you know what I don't want... to grow up! And one last thing I'm sorry I've disappeared twice already!..." cried Wendy as she ran from her mother and up the stairs to her room, "and I think I might do it again."

Wendy forgot her dress and collapsed on her bed crying. She was to old to be doing this now she knew and no one could be spared from the party no one was coming to her room tonight but tomorrow Aunt Millicent will scowled her. She was alone.

Wendy jumped at the feeling of a hand resting on her shoulder, "Why are you crying Wendy-lady?" said the familiar voice of a wonderful boy.

"Oh Peter!" cried Wendy throwing her arms around the floating boy and crying on his chest, "I'm unloved here, no one believes me, they want me to marry, they... they... I want adventures Peter."

Peter was surprised at what Wendy had done and still knew to this feeling stuff, he did his best by rocking Wendy and rubbing her back, he hated to see her cry. Peter thought a second and then he raised Wendy's chin so she was looking in his eyes, "Wendy can I give you a thimble? It made me feel better and I knew I wasn't unloved, and you will too."

All Wendy could do was smile before Peter pressed his lips against hers after a few seconds when he felt Wendy relax in his arms Peter backed away and let go of Wendy carefully.

"Wendy, come away with me, forget them all, come with me and live forever in Never Neverland," said Peter holding out a hand to Wendy.

Wendy smiled and walked to her writing desk as she sat down and wrote something, Wendy said, "Forever is an awfully long time, that I couldn't live here and without you."
Wendy got up from the desk and picked up her nightgown from her bed she looked around and picked up John's satchel. Wendy threw in her nightgown and she picked up a hairbrush, flung the bag over her shoulder. Wendy looked around and she frowned, "How can I fly? Where is Tinkerbell?"

"Tink didn't want to come, but..." Peter said stepping towards Wendy with a devilish grin before he blew faerie dust on her, "she gave you a welcome home present."

"Home..." repeated Wendy as she floated of the ground, "a home with you, where we never grow old." Peter smiled and took Wendy's hand and off they flew out the open window.

Wendy was wrong her mother did come, and she did half expect to find the bedroom empty and the window open. A tear slipped down her cheek when she noticed the note: Dear Mother, I'm sorry I had to leave again, but I want the adventures that sewing can't give me. I love him mother my kiss already belongs to him. So I'm sorry I am figuring that the fun and games will end soon, than we will return. Love, Wendy

Author's Note: Was it pretty? Its 12:32 give me a break. Anyway Nighty Night and Guten Morga!

-Na