A/N: Wow! I can't believe how long it's been since my last update! Well, here is chapter 5. The story is basically writing itself, and I am probably taking it in a completely different direction than you thought! It probably won't appear in this chapter- maybe the next few. Well, enough of my rambling! Here you go!

Wendy noticed a devious glimmer in the little fairy's eyes. She had seen it since day one, when she first tried to kiss Peter. But today, after what seemed like endless hours of flying through the dark sky, that glimmer shone brighter than ever. She silently wondered if Tink was up to something. After but a moment of pondering that thought, Wendy pushed it out of her mind. All she could think about was Peter. Peter Pan. Her heart told her he would be there, waiting for her. But her brain said Tink was playing a trick because she just wants Peter all to herself. "After all," the little fairy thought to herself, "I have earned his trust after many years of friendship. Who is this girl to come in and ruin everything for me, and gain Peter's trust in only but a minute?" But Tink's exterior feeling was genuine compassion... or so Wendy thought. Nevertheless, her eyes and heart turned to the only place she wanted to be right now- with Peter, in Neverland.

"John! Michael!"

The two little boys looked back into the all-too-familiar face of...

"Peter!" They ran over and embraced the boy, who had not changed a bit since they had left him just a few days earlier.

"Hello little boys!" All of the sudden a stampeded came running through the hallway.

"PETER!" All of the lost boys ran to him, nearly knocking him over.

"Nibs! Curly! How are you?"

"Oh, Mother here treats us like royalty! What brings you here?"

"I came to see Wendy, Where is she?"

"I'm not sure. These boys," John glanced over to the group of now-clean boys, "left a huge mess in the washroom. We were cleaning it up with Wendy. That was the last time I saw her." The rest of the group nodded their heads in agreement.

His eyes wandering about the room, Peter spotted a piece of paper on Wendy's bed. "Oh no," he whispered to himself, reading only three words: "Went to Neverland."

"Tink," he whispered. "TINK!"

"What?" Tootles inquired. "Tinkerbell? Where has she gone?"

Peter turned to look the little lost boy in the eyes, a fierce look flashing across his face.

"Tink tricked Wendy. They're off to Neverland."

Wendy took a deep breath of fresh air. The smell of the fairy forst, the soft glow of candlelight from the house they built around her that first fateful day she came to Neverland. It all came rushing over her. She almost felt Peter again, too- his wild scent, especially. A bit of pine, mixed with perspiration, and one other thing she could not identify. Secretly, she imagined it as fairy dust, although she knew fairy dust had to scent. But as she snapped back to reality, she remembered what she was there for... Peter.

"Tink... where is Peter?"

The little pixie shrugged an innocent shrug.

"I wonder..." At the moment, Wendy wondered a lot of things. Did she take too long? Was he back at her house? Then she realized. The glimmer, the fake innocence- Tink.

"Tinkerbell!!" But before she burst into anger, she stopped herself. She needed the fairy to get back to her home, where Peter could be. "I... uh..." Wendy stumbled over her words, racking her brain for an excuse to go back home. "Oh! I have forgotten my sword!" she giggled. "Silly me, always forgetting. I'm sure if we hurry, we can make it back here before Peter even realizes we're gone."

Tink shook her head wildly, waving her arms. Wendy continued her act. "Right! We should fly quickly! Hurry, Tink!" The girl flew off, and the reluctant fairy flew after her.

"Remember... don't... let... go!"

At light speed, the chain of boys headed towards Neverland. Peter could only thinkg of one thing, and that was his beloved Wendy.

Once again, Peter soared over the deep indigo blue water, letting his fingers drift slightly over the surface. The trail he left behind in the ocean rippled away, fading into the distance. He looked back into the water for a moment, seeing Wendy's face behind him. But as he looked back over his shoulder, he saw it was only John. For once, he noticed the resemblance of the two siblings. The same lips, the same nose. Oh, to taste her lips again... Peter would do anything. "A few more minutes," Peter whispered to himself. A few minutes kept him away from his dear Wendy. Only a few minutes...