AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow! I didn't think people would actually read this, so i only posted a little bit! I have most of it written, and I think I'll put one Wendy and one Peter part in each chapter instead of just one part. Here you go!
He knew he should forget her. Soaring above the clouds, with Tink at his side, he tried to think of happy things. But everytime he did, it just reminded him more of her. Eventually he was filled with such grief, he could not fly. I will probably never be able to fly again, he thought to himself as he settled down on a cloud. Tink seemed to sense his distress and settled herself down next to him. She knew he liked her, maybe even loved her. She was not happy with the idea of Peter and Wendy, but she knew she had to comply. If Peter was happy, she was happy. But right now, sitting atop the white, fluffy cloud, she was not happy. Peter was troubled. He knew the promise he had made- that they would see each other again. What was he to do? If he went back to Neverland, she would grow up, get a job, possibly even a husband. The idea of his dear Wendy- he sighed, thinking of her again. His frustration was suppressed, thinking of the "thimble" again. Oh, to have her give him another, he would be the happiest boy alive.
Meanwhile, Tink was also lost in thought. One thought, of course, because fairies can only think one thought- BOREDOM. She wanted to go back to Neverland. Would Peter want to go back, she wondered? She took a quick glance at him, only to see him gazing at the moon. No doubt he's thinking about her, she thought jealously.
But if I went back, Peter thought, they'd put me in school. I'd grow up. They'd make me get a job and put me in an office. What's being cramped up in a little cubicle compared to flying, wondered Peter. Flying without a care in the world- freedom. But Wendy. What's flying compared to being with the one you love for the rest of your life, no matter what happens? He knew he couldn't have both, no matter how hard he tried. Wendy belonged with her family. She belonged in a family, where someone could love her as much as she loved them. Suddenly, he left a hoel being formed in his chest where one had never been before. A cold feeling overswept him, and he started shivering. Tink noticed and flew over, perching herself on his shoulder. She tossed a pinch of fairy dust over him to suppress his chill. He felt a warmth come over him, and he smiled at Tink. She could be selfish at times, but he was her best friend, had been since he could remember. A small patch former over the hole, temporarily healing it. But when Tink smiled, Peter felt as if a sword went through his heart, being reminded of Wendy's beautiful smile, one full of innocence, but also intelligence, and longing. He lay down on the billowy-soft cloud, Tink flying over, landing on his cheek. She longed for him. He knew it. Now he just needed to do something about it. The cloud seemed to cradle him and Tinkerbell into a deep, dreamless sleep, lulling them with its soft song.
Wendy lie awake in bed. He was thinking about her, she could feel it. She touched the place where she felt the hole form. Smiling, she remembered that that was the place where she had placed Peter's "kiss". Almost giggling, she remembered the "thimble", too. The last time she saw Peter before he was presumed dead, he was playing the pan flute. The somber song he had played was floating around her head, such like a moth caught inside a window. The window... she rolled over, facing the two glass panes, remembering his last words. His confident answer to her hopeful question comforted her. His pan flute song still floated along, lulling her into a deep, dreamless sleep.
A/N: Thank you to my readers! This is, as you can probably tell, a Peter/Wendy story. I'm not sure how the ending will be, but I am a Peter/Wendy shipper!