Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed the first chapter. I cannot believe it has been three whole years since I first published this. How time flies.
The main reason for my taking so long to update is a culmination of study at uni (where I was doing a degree with a double major eurgh!) and my laptops Hard Drive frying and losing absolutely everything, both study and personal and to top it off my little brother somehow managed to completely wipe my external HD which means I lost 8 years worth of digital artwork, family photos and every chapter of every story I had ever typed up (including I story I had been writing with the intent to publish, needless to say my heart broke when I lost that one. I've now started it all over again, but those things are never the same).

Anyway, moving on. I hope you all enjoy this and please review and let me know what you think. Even if you didn't like it, let me know. I writer cannot better themselves with only positive praise after all.

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"I did not intend to keep you waiting so long" he responded in a low whisper.

It was at his deep-voiced response, that Jane had finally taken into account the very obvious changes he had gone through. Taking a step back from his embrace, to which he frowned slightly, Jane perused his person with a critical eye.

"What has happened to you Peter? I don't understand how you could have grown. You are so close to being a man now, what happened to the boy of eternal youth?"

Peter's cheeks tinged pink for a moment and his frown deepened somewhat as he looked away, anywhere but her face as his shoulders slumped and his arms crossed his chest with defiance to the issue at hand.

Tinkerbell had ceased her furious tinkling of disapproval he noticed and was now seated on the windowsill facing out towards the lamp lit streets of foggy London, although he was dismayed to see she was still a rather angry shade of red. But what was he to expect, when a fairy can feel but one emotion at a time, he knew she would be furious with him for quite some time.

With a drawn out sigh his face changed to a look reserved usually for the mocking of Captain Hook and Peter drew himself up to full height; arms still folded and jutted out his chin.

"It is an adventure I have not yet explored and the great and gallant Peter Pan would not dare back down when a grand adventure is at hand." He responded with such pomp of self-importance that would be asserted by a child that Jane had to fight back both a rather indelicate snort of laughter and a huff of aggravation at his avoidance of her question and his quick change in demeanor.

"Peter, I am no longer such a fatuous young girl besotted with the idea of you and the tales my dear mother would tell, that you can win me over with a brazen smile and a witty riposte. I have asked you a question so please do not keep me in suspense. Explain."

Taken aback by her response, Peter deflated and looked ashamed at being caught out attempting to avert her attention as well as his juvenile manner. Shame was not a sentiment Peter enjoyed feeling, nor had he ever felt it before and so it was greatly unfamiliar. What a horrid thing it does to ones insides. His stomach gave an unusual lurch and his chest held a dull ache. Dolling out apologies was not something Peter was familiar with either, so naturally he wasn't aware that one was required and so he remained quiet until Jane gave him a rather firm poke to the chest.

He looked up and upon noticing that she wasn't truly furious with him but simply concerned, his smile returned, though this time not as bold. Jane gestured with her eyes towards the window seat and taking her cue Peter floated over and sat cross-legged although without touching the seat itself. Jane followed suit and restrained the billowing curtains before taking a seat and arranging the skirt of her nightgown for modesties sake with more elegance and grace than he recalled her exhibiting in her youth. He watched her actions for a moment before he realized he was staring at her a little too intently, his face grew warmer as he cleared his throat while sitting just a little straighter. This caught Jane's attention and she looked up to see his pink face, but ignored that for the moment, only raising a single brow before deciding to go ahead with her questioning.

"So how is dear Never-Neverland? As splendidly and frightfully dangerous not to mention as stunning as I remember, I hope? Are you still causing trouble against those awful pirates?"

"It might not be entirely as you remember but the heart of it is still the same. We experienced our first change in season not long after you returned here to grow up. It certainly created a bit of unease. I had just cleared the hideout exterior of its fourth season of snowfall before I flew here and I believe spring was beginning to set in. You remember Great Big Little Panther don't you? The Native American Chief? He has grown older now and the tribes believe that the magic of Neverland is fading. Tiger Lily was the one that observed that the changes had started after you left us. Girls are always much better at noticing these things."

"Hold on Peter," Jane interrupted, "are you saying that these changes, your changes, are because of me?"

"Well I'm not certain, but it does seem that way."

Jane let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding and zoned out in thought before she shook her head lightly and responded, "So you are here to take me back to Neverland I take it?"

"That is the idea," Peter responded with such glee that Jane would have found his grin infectious had it not been for the seriousness of the whole situation.

A door closing and a creak of floorboards from down the hall drew both of their attention and Peter sank down onto the seat. Jane stood and made her way to the door slowly, listening intently. The soft footsteps were making their way towards her room and Jane could tell from the lack of heavy footfalls that this was most likely her mother. Breathing a sigh of relief (since her mother was least likely to have any problems with Peter Pan sitting in her room) Jane opened the door slowly, taking a peak before opening it further, although still obstructing the view of Peter, and looking straight at the face of her mother.

"Good morning mother," Jane greeted to which Wendy raised a brow in question before responding.

"I heard noises. Is everything all right? You didn't fall out of bed again did you, dear? You can be quite jittery in your sleep."

Jane blushed before mumbling, "No. I do need to talk to you though."

Wendy's brow creased for a moment in thought before she moved to enter Jane's room, but her daughter halted her quite quickly.

"Mum, I need you to promise not to panic or at least to keep to a hushed tone though, please?"

To this Wendy put her hands to her hips and questioned her daughter, "What is it you have done now Jane? You haven't broken anything have you? Oh your father will be furious if you have. I've told you no swordplay is to be practiced in your room. You remember what happened when Nana III barged in and your practice sabre flew out of your hand and out the window. You scared the living daylights out of Mrs. Pilkington from next door and you know how jumpy she is on the best of days, flying sabres from the sky notwithstanding…"

"Mother!" Jane interrupted in a whisper, "Please?"

"Oh fine," Wendy conceded and made her way into the room once her daughter had stepped aside and her eyes grew as large as dinner plates.

"Hello Wendy. It seems as if change is something even the brilliant Peter Pan cannot escape, doesn't it?"


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