A/N: My second Peter Pan fic! Who'da thunk it? And this time, it's a crossover with the 1951 animated Disney version of "Alice in Wonderland". Those two films always seemed connected to me, so it only felt natural to do a crossover between the two. If you're interested in reading more Peter Pan stuff from me, I recommend you go check out "James Hook's Day Off". But anyways, I hope you all enjoy this story as well! Comments are very much appreciated.

"Do you really think we'll find Wendy again?" Nibs asked, flying through the night sky.

"I'm sure of it," Peter said as they approached the Tower Bridge. "I know where her house is by heart." They wove between the two bridge towers, passing over motor cars and horse carriages down below.

"London sure is big," one twin said, soaring above the Tower of London.

"Yeah, maybe even bigger than Neverland," the other twin said as they flew by St. Paul's Cathedral.

They closed in on the neighborhood of Bloomsbury. Peter and Tink flew down to a corner house. "This is the one! This is where the Darlings live!"

The Lost Boys caught up with them, and they peered into the windows of the house. "Where's Wendy?" Cubby asked.

"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to find out," Peter said. He looked into the nursery window, and he saw John and Michael inside. John was in his bed reading one of his books, and Michael was playing with some toy soldiers on the floor. No Wendy, though.

Peter floated over to the next window, which was someone's bedroom. A girl's bedroom, it seemed like. There was a vanity, and at the vanity was a teenaged girl brushing her hair. The girl looked like Wendy. Then it hit Peter that that was Wendy.

"Wendy?" Peter uttered under his breath.

"You found her?" Slightly said. The Lost Boys gathered at the window.

"Yeah, but… she grew up," Peter said.

The boys gasped.

Peter continued, "I can't believe it. How'd that happen? It wasn't even that long ago since she left."

"I guess that's how things go in the real world," Nibs said.

"Why do people have to grow up so fast?" Peter said. "It's just not fair."

"Do you still wanna say hi to her?" Cubby said.

Peter paused for a moment. Then he said, "Nah. Best if I don't. She probably wouldn't wanna see me anymore anyways." Wendy began to turn her head toward the window, so Peter and the Lost Boys all ducked to hide.

"Peter? Are you crying?" the Twins said.

"No. I just… had something stuck in my eye."

"Now what?" Slightly said. "We just gonna go back to Neverland?"

"I guess so," Peter said.

The Lost Boys groaned in disappointment. "But who's going to be our mother if Wendy's not gonna come with us?" Cubby said.

"I guess you just won't have a mother," Peter said. "You're probably better off that way."

"Aww, but we wanted a mother," the Twins said, pouting.

"I know. Sorry, boys. But hey, while we're here, I guess I can show you around the city."

They zipped through the streets of London when Peter heard the voice of a young girl emanating from one of the houses. It sounded like Wendy. The Wendy he remembered. Peter stopped in midair, and all the Lost Boys crashed into him from behind one by one.

"What'd you stop for, Peter?" Slightly said.

Peter flew back toward the house with the voice. The girl's voice was singing,

"Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,

And the sun is like a toy balloon.

Tiger lilies love the dandelions

In the golden afternoon."

When he arrived at the house, he saw that it was a girl with long blonde hair in a white nightgown. It wasn't Wendy. Peter didn't know why he was expecting it to be; he saw Wendy clear as day back at the Darling house, all grown up. Still, there was something about this girl that reminded him of Wendy. She looked to be about the same age that Wendy was back when Peter took her to Neverland. He flew up to her open window as she was sitting by the sill. "Hello," he said.

"Goodness!" the girl screamed. She backed away from the window. "Stay back! Stay back or I'll… I'll call my father on you!"

"Easy, girl. I'm not gonna hurt ya." Peter flew in through the window and floated around the girl's room.

"How are you doing that?" the girl asked.

"You mean flying? Gee, I don't know. I've known how to fly for as long as I can remember. But anyone can do it. Even you, if you really want to."

"I must be dreaming again."

"You're not dreaming. The world is a lot more magical than grown-ups want you to think."

"Who are you?"

"You mean to tell me you don't know who I am?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I don't."

"Huh. That's funny. I thought everyone knew who I was. I'm Peter Pan! You know, the boy who wouldn't grow up?"

"Oh. Well, pleased to meet you, Peter. My name is Alice."

"Alice. That's a nice name."

"Oh, why, thank you."

"Hey, Tink! Come over here and meet Alice!"

"Now, did you say you were a boy who wouldn't grow up?" Alice asked.

"Uh-huh."

Tinker Bell then flew in through the window and fluttered around Peter's head. "This is Tinker Bell," Peter said. "She's a pixie."

"Oh, my! So fairies are real! It's very nice to meet you, Tinker Bell. You're quite beautiful."

The pixie emitted a sound like the jingling of a little bell. "She's speaking in her fairy language," Peter said. "She says she can't say the same for you!"

"Well! That's the last time I'll compliment her!" Alice said. "Who knew fairies could be so rude."

"Aw, don't take it personally. Tink gets like that around every girl I'm with."

"So there are other girls you've met?"

Peter started sifting through Alice's knick-knacks on her desk. "Well, mainly Tiger Lily and the mermaids back in Neverland." He fidgeted with a little doll he found. "But of course, there was this one girl…"

"Mermaids! You mean to tell me that mermaids are real, too?"

"Oh, sure." Peter set down the doll and began inspecting a pencil.

"Oh, my. The world is a lot more magical than I thought. And what exactly did you mean when you said you wouldn't grow up?"

"I mean that I really never ever grow up. I've stayed the same age for as long as I can remember."

"Goodness. How ever did you manage that?"

"Well, Neverland, of course. You never ever grow up when you live there."

"My! That place sounds wonderful. It'd be like a dream come true."

Just then, the Lost Boys came barreling in through Alice's window. "There you are, Peter," Slightly said. "We were wondering where you went."

"Oh! And who are you boys?" Alice said.

"These are the Lost Boys," Peter said. "They live with me back in Neverland."

"Slightly," the tall boy in the fox costume said.

"Cubby," said the fat boy in the bear costume.

"Nibs," the boy in the rabbit costume said.

"The Twins," said the two boys in the raccoon costumes.

"And this is Tootles," Peter said, pointing to the short boy in the skunk costume. "He's kinda quiet."

"What peculiar names for children!" Alice said.

"What's a normal name to you, then?" Slightly said.

"Oh, I don't know. I mean… Peter, for instance. That's quite a normal name. Not that being normal is a bad thing, mind you. I quite like the name Peter. Not that having a peculiar name is a bad thing either. It's just that—"

Peter laughed. "You remind me of this other girl I knew once. She also talked a lot."

"Oh. Well, in any case, it's nice to meet you all. My name is Alice."

"Nice to meet you, Alice," Nibs said.

The Twins each clung on to one of Alice's legs. "Are you going to be our new mother?" they said in unison.

"Mother? Why, I'm only twelve years old. I'm still in need of a mother myself. I can't possibly be one."

"Oh, please, Alice," Peter said. "The Lost Boys have always wanted a mother. And besides, if you do, you'll be able to come live with us in Neverland."

Alice's face lit up. "Oh, really? Neverland does sound quite nice." Then her face fell again. "No, no, I can't possibly go. What about my parents and my sister? I couldn't just leave them."

"How old's your sister?" Peter said. "Maybe she can come with you."

"She's twenty."

Peter cringed. "Never mind. Keep her away. Who needs grown-ups? Believe me, you'll be happier without them in Neverland."

"Maybe that's the case for you, but I quite love my family, and I have no intention of leaving them behind."

"Aw, come on, Alice," Cubby said, "can't you be our mother at least for a little while?"

"But even then, I wouldn't know the first thing about being a mother." Then she got a closer look at all the boys and noticed how grubby they were. "Goodness, when was the last time you all had a bath?"

The Lost Boys all looked at each other and shrugged, muttering the likes of, "I don't know," and "I don't remember."

"Hm, well then, I know where I can start. First, I'll have to give you all a nice bath to clean you up," Alice said. The boys all groaned. "No, no, it'll be fun. And you'll all feel so much nicer after it's done."

"So then this means you'll be our mother?" the Twins said.

"Oh, for now, I suppose. But I can't promise I'll come with you to Neverland."

The Lost Boys cheered and began chanting, "We have a mother! We have a mother!"

"Shhh! Do be quiet," Alice said. "My family can't know you're here. They most certainly would not approve of all these boys in my room. Now, come on, follow me to the bathroom. But quietly, please."

A/N: If it wasn't clear, this story takes place about two years after the events of "Peter Pan". In this story, it is assumed that "Alice in Wonderland" and "Peter Pan" took place around the same time, so Wendy was 12 then, and she's 14 now. Thus, Alice was 10 then, and she's 12 now.