A/N: Hope you enjoy this update. Also, the whole, 'Wendy forgetting the Panning's (you'll understand that in a minute.) is actually a reference to the book Peter Pan, which was fun to incorporate.

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Peter's P.O.V

John, Tink, Michael and I laughed joyfully as we soared through the skies, careful to avoid clouds, as we don't know what is in them.

I lost track of time, first as we flew above London laughing giddily as John showed us he stole fathers boss's hat, then as we soared over the ocean; Wendy showed off and swooped in close to the sea and dragged her fingertips over the jagged fins of sharks, which my siblings and I can only dream of doing. We could fly, sure, but only to a certain extent.

One thing I learned about Wendy pretty soon is that she forgets quickly. Whilst she dives down to the sea she leaves us above the clouds. We entertain ourselves easily enough but the problem comes when she returns she can only be a few minutes when before she comes back to us but she has no recollection of us, you can see it in her eyes, but after a minute she remembers. At one point we had to tell her our full names. She slowed down and began to fly by me.

"I'm sorry, Peter." She looks at me apologetically and takes my hand. "I can't help it. Just stop me from disappearing and tell me your names only if it takes me what define too long to remember you. It'll work; I'll remember you, I promise." With a smile from her and a nod from me she zooms in front.

We had to do what she instructed me to do about eight more times before she is too fast for us and dips down, but returns, with a few, what she tells us are, mermaid scales stuck to her legs, laughing and she turned to face us, lying on her back and legs crossed, and says, "C'mon you slow pokes." Then she flew to Tink and John and taught them how to do the same. She turned to Michael and I and we realised we were beaming. The smiled at us knowingly, telling us she remembers. I remembered myself to make sure to keep reminding her who we were slyly.

I couldn't bring myself to stop gaping. We were in space! In actual space! We were breathing in space! I laughed as I saw Michael and Tink holding Michael's teddy bear, one arm each, swinging it as if it were a child.

Wendy is in front of us, John just behind him. She turns her head away from Terence, who she had been talking to for a bit, and to him. "John. Take a hold of this!" She wiggles her foot slightly and John disgustedly takes Wendy's foot.

Wendy grins broadly. "Nuh-uh-uh! Ya will need both 'ands for the job. Pass it on!"

John does so and shouts down to Michael. "Michael, take hold of my ankle."

"Tink, take hold of my ankle." Michael shouts.

"Okey-dokey, Mikey! Hey, Peter, grab my ankle!" Tink shouted, giggling happily.

"Word 'a warnin'! Whatever happens, don't let go!" Wendy yelled at the top of her lungs, then speeded up faster than anything possibly should be able to go and we zoomed faster and faster towards a star that grows larger and larger as we keep nearing it. Around ten minutes later, we are surrounded in a blinding light and, when it clears and our vision adjusts again, we look around to see the island of Never Land.

"Never Land..." I whispered to myself, completely in awe at the scenery.

Third Person P.O.V

However, down below, stuck in frozen ice which was previously the ocean, Pirates sing on the pirate ship that went by the name the Jolly Roger.

"Lying, thieving, a life of sin,

A-pirating we go,

We're sure to meet below,

Fire the cannons and pour the rum,

Deal the cards for night has come,

A pirating we go..." They sang like a chant, dancing and working and moving to keep warm in the freezing temperature.

The Captains right-hand man, Mr Smee was shooting at a bird that woke him up. "Game old bird!" He calls out, glaring at it. He is about to shout more abuse to it when his attention is captured by something. He sees the ice splitting and melting. He gasps and hobbles to the Captains room.

"Cap'n?" He exclaims. "As I was sitting wide-eyed on my watch, I noticed it was wintertime on the water and springtime on the shore. I says to meself, 'that's early for spring to be astir', spring's not due till three pm! Check the time yourself, Cap'n, and then tell-" He places the pocket watch near the Captains head, which he quickly smashes with his fist.

"I was dreaming, Smee..." He says in a slow but peeved-off voice. "… Of that Dare girl."

"Dare, Cap'n Hook?" Smee questions his superior.

Hook nods and straightens himself in his chair. "Yes. And in my dream, I was a magnanimous fellow, full of forgiveness. I thanked Dare for cutting off my hand and giving me this fine hook for disembowelling and ripping throats, and other such homely uses as combing my hair." He told the chubby and stout man.

"So Dare did you a favour then, Cap'n?" Smee asks, confused at where his Captain was taking this.

He scoffs, "A favour? She threw my hand to a crocodile. The beast liked it so much it's followed me ever since, licking its lips for the rest of me. You call that a favour?" He asks rhetorically with narrowed eyes, awaiting Smee's response.

"Oh no! No, no, no. Thank you for that insight sir, though, much appreciated." Smee stuttered and stumbled over his words.

"Thank Lucifer the beast swallowed a clock." Hook said in a relieved tone. "If it wasn't for the ticking, it'd have had me by now." He remembers that Smee had come in quite before "Why did you wake me, Smee?"

Smee smirks deviously. "Like I said Cap'n, the ice is melting, the sun is out, and the flowers are all in bloom."

Hook began to smirk too, his blue eyes, as blue as the brightest forget-me-not, sparkling. "She's back."

Wendy's P.O.V

I watched with interest as the four siblings, who were finally becoming engraved in my memory, as they spied on the Jolly Roger from a cloud with me.

"Forty gunner, she must do twelve knots under full sail." Peter whispered to no one in particular.

"Look! It's Noodler, with his hands on backwards! Bill Jukes, every inch of him tattooed, even Hook!" John said breathlessly. It was amazing to see them in my own environment, where I could take time to study them, which was quite a bit of fun, if I am honest, and a lot different to my having to zoom off away from them and their imaginations so quickly every night.

I grinned as I got an idea. I stand up. "Let's take a closer look." I encourage them as I begin to bounce from cloud to cloud, laughing. "Yahoo! Watch this!" They soon join in.

John's newly acquired hat falls off in the process. Shame, he suited it. "My hat!" He whines slightly but we laugh it off. I must say, I have met males before. I had met pirates and the Indians and fairies,

We were much too distracted to take much notice in the pirate ship anymore and I only notice Long Tom being aimed at us as it is too late. I push Peter out of the way and fly above the cannonball as John and Michael started to fall and I zoom away from the force of the cannonball.

I look around and can't see the Pannings anywhere. Oh great. I whip around to Terence and instruct him, anxiously yet sternly: "Ter, find Peter and Tink, I think they fell together. Leave the rest to me." He nods reluctantly and zips off.

Once I lose sight of Ter, I put my cockiest grin on and come out of my hiding spot. "Oh Captain Hook!" I call out in a sing-song voice.

"Dare! Stay with her!" He commands.

I give him a mock-impressed look. "Oh goodie, you made a rhyme, bet ya can't catch me though! Over here!"

"Fire!" He yelled. I narrowly miss it and it pierces through the cloud behind me.

I zoom down to the ship and leant against a mast, smirking.

"Ooh! Cooey, over here! Good shot, Hook, bet the cloud never saw it comin'!" I snort. I see Hook give the single and the cannon is turn on me. Three, two… One! I counted down mentally and zip off into the sky as they fired a cannonball, which took down one of their masts. I cackle and give a few twirls in the air before heading to mine and the Lost Girls' hideout.

Third Person P.O.V

John and Michael were barely able to keep themselves crashing down to the ground, but they managed. "Michael, are you shot?" John asked, flapping his arms about widely.

"I haven't checked yet, but there's something worser." Michael said, not knowing that 'worser' wasn't a word.

John looked intrigued. "Oh, what could be worse?" Then John notices that they are beginning to dip lower and lower.

"My thoughts aren't very happy!" Michael screeches as they plummet down, landing with a splash in a murky lagoon, surfacing eventually, spluttering for air and gasping, soaked.

"Where are we?!" John yelled and groaned. This was not good.

Meanwhile, quite a distance away, the Lost Girls were playing and one of them, a red-headed girl with freckles and a missing tooth called Slightly, who was around nine, peered into the sky using a telescope. She tried to get a better look by standing on her tip toes.

A younger girl, Nibs, around seven, noticed. "What is it?" She questioned.

Slightly stared at the clothed figure, flapping it's arms, trying to stay in the air as best it could, with a confused expression. "It's a large green bird. Quite ugly too, as well." She replied in a distracted manor.

The other girls wanted to see now, too and lunged for the telescope. "Give me it!" They shouted and hollered.

"No!" Slightly whined. She straightened her posture. "When Wendy's away, I'm in charge! I get to look through the telescope." She glared at the others and noticed something. "It's coming closer..." She mumbled.

Suddenly, Terence appeared on the end of the telescope, shocking Slightly. She squeaked and dropped the telescope. "My god!" She shrieked. "I've gone blind! I'm blind!"

The others laughed and cackled. "I'm blind, I've gone blind!" They chanted mockingly, snorting.

Nibs smiled at Terence. "Hello Ter, where's Wendy?" She asked sweetly.

The brown eyed and blonde haired eight year old twins, Marmy and Lamb noticed Terence as well. "Hello Ter." The spoke together, naturally sounding mischievous no matter what they said or felt like.

"Blind, she's blinded me, I'm blind..." Slightly hissed.

Tootles and Curly joined in. "Hello Ter."

"Got any more news of Cinderella?" Curly asked, twirling her finger in her green locks-a mishap with a prank on the fairies, that mishap being they tried to prank the fairies, never a good idea.

Now Terence was not all bad; sometimes she was all good. But fairies are so small they only have room for one feeling at a time. And, after, seeing Wendy's almost instantaneous taking to that boy, Terence could only feel angry.

He began to chatter into Tootles's ear. She grinned at him. "Ter says the bird's called a... 'Peter.' And Wendy wants us to-" she pointed to the fairy. Ter demonstrated an arrow going through the Peter bird. "-shoot it down."

Slightly had finished her exaggerated whining and cleared her throat to get the other's attention. "Well, we have our orders. Shoot the Wendy bird." She pointed to the sky, at the odd figure.

"Aye, aye, Cap'n!" The others hollered and grabbed their weapons before taking aim.

Slightly stood behind them, commanding them. "Ready, aim, fire!" She yelled. "Three, two, one..." They saw the bird halt in mid-air then being to plummet down to the land beneath her.

Tootles gasped happily. "I got it!"

Then came a chorus of many other, "No, I got it!" and "I got it!" But they forget about it soon enough and set off running with loud Indian calls into the clearing where Peter lies with an arrow in him. They stop short.

Slightly is taken aback. "That… No… That is no bird." She tells the others slowly.

"It… It's a man. No… A boy." Curly evaluated, just as shocked. She had never seen a boy his age before.

"And Tootles." The twins began, nervously.

"Tootles has killed her." The other girls said as well.

It was at that moment Wendy landed in the clearing, lighter that a pixie, grinning. "Ha! I'm back! Great news, girls!" She announced. "I know what happened to Cinderella. She defeated the pirates. There was stabbing, slicing, torture, bleeding, and they lived happily ever after." She told them, miming the actions and laughing lightly and looking very proud of herself.

"Well, that's a relief I must say." Slightly said, with a few murmurs of agreement following from the other girls.

"Oh, and I bring even greater news! I have brought you he that told of Cinderella. He is to tell us stories! He is-" She chokes her words down as Slightly moves aside and she sees the body of Peter Panning lead lifelessly on the grass.

"Dead." Slightly tells her, not very sympathetically. "Tragic. Awful thing to happen."

Wendy jumps towards him and kneels down, not sure how to react. "Good shot, though." Nibs says, nervously.

Wendy gingerly plucks the arrow out of Peter and looks down at it. "Whose arrow?" She asks simply and the Lost Girls shuffle about awkwardly before Tootles kneel by her and offers her chest.

"T'was mine, Wendy. Strike, Wendy, strike true." She closes her eyes as Wendy lifts the arrow up, prepared to deliver the blow when she jumps as Peter sighed and Wendy lowered the arrow from where she was about to stab Tootles.

"The Peter Bird lives!" Curly exclaimed happily.

They didn't hear Terence, from behind leaves, yell, "Aaah!" And have a tantrum.

Wendy drew out her acorn from the chain around Peter's neck. It had an arrow mark in it and smiled. "It's my kiss. My kiss saved her." She told her crew.

Slightly had a spark light in her eyes at the word kiss. "I remember kisses. Lemme see it." Wendy showed her the acorn and Slightly grinned. "Aye, that is a kiss. A powerful thing, so be careful." She surveyed the area. "Let us carry him down to the house." She told the others and they went to pick him up before Wendy stopped them quickly.

"Hands." She told them. They put out their hands, which were all of a varying degree of filth, which wasn't a big deal to Wendy really, but she felt she knew what Peter was used to and how tidy he was. He would hate to get dirty if he couldn't get clean almost immediately afterwards.

"They're a bit dirty." Curly said.

"She must stay here and die." Slightly shrugged.

"No!" Wendy exclaimed, her eyes were wide in shock at the notion.

Slightly looked adorably confused and bewildered, "oh," she said awkwardly. "How could I have thought that? Stupid me. Sorry." She apologised.

Wendy tapped her lip with her little finger with the thimble on it. "We shall build a house around her." She decided. "With a chimney, and a door knocker, and windows!" She told them, getting excited. Building houses was a nice hobby.

The Lost Girls cheered. "Yay!" They whooped and returned to their Indian calls as they ran back into the forest to gather supplies.

Wendy stayed with Peter, still holding his kiss, and didn't notice the twins return until they informed her, "Ter did it," and ran off again.

Wendy stood up. "Terence! Oh, Terence!" She called out. She found him on a branch and sighed. "Was it you, Ter?"

Terence sprouted a halo, which turned into horns as she nodded eventually and stepped towards Wendy.

She glared at him, picked him up roughly. Her mouth began to show the tips of her teeth as she snarled at him almost silently. "Then I am your friend no more." And, with that said, threw Terence, who proceeded to zip off, in tears.

Wendy looked sad as Terence flew off, but she looked at Peter and frowned, then crossed her arms in defiance. She would not give in to Terence after he tried to kill her friend!

She sat cross-legged by him whilst she waited for the other Lost Girls, making daisy chain, rose swords and life-like buttercup crowns fit for a king and singing songs she remembered Tinker Belle and John singing on the way here that were lovely to hear, as she had never heard-what did they call them? Oh yeah-nursery rhymes before and they sounded magical.

"Twinkle, twinkle star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high; like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are…"