Author's Note: The relationship between Peter and Wendy is complex. I feel like there are so many things that could be covered, but I could only include a few. And to be clear, I have no clue whether Wendy would be young forever like Pan and the lost boys, so for now, it's up in the air. Also, I like the idea of Henry with Wendy, but since they're kids, let's keep it G for now, yes? Leave a review!


"I thought you said you would take care of me," she said as the Lost Boys dragged her into the cage.

"I will take care of you. How much trouble can you get into in there?" he smirked. Wendy was shoved inside then watched the door shut behind her. The cage was cramped and the reeds dug into her back. She shifted in her white nightgown and wondered what she was going to do now.

"You promised no harm would come to my brothers!" she shouted.

Peter Pan turned around and knelt before the cage. His bright eyes stared at her and she wrapped her arms around her waist. "They will be fine, so long as you don't play games with me."

She frowned. "I thought Peter Pan loved games."

"He does," he smirked, "when he knows the rules." The boy stood and walked away from Wendy. The cage lurched and she felt herself being raised up into the tree tops. She clung to the bars and squeezed her eyes shut tight. She thought of her brothers. Be safe, she prayed.

Wendy awoke from her dream panting. It was dark outside. The hospital curtains were thin enough to let in the moonlight that draped over her brothers' sleeping forms. She smiled. They were safe. Everything was going to be okay. That's what Snow White had said when she was on the boat. She hadn't felt like it would be then, but now she was starting to believe it.

A week in the hospital wasn't so bad, she decided. The bed was comfortable than the cage, and since her brothers didn't work, they kept her company all the time. They traded stories and, when they ran out of things to tell from the past however many years she had been gone, they made up new stories. It was like when they were little. It almost made her cry.

She stared up at the ceiling. Her other constant visitor was Henry, the boy who saved her. He was brave like his father. She remembered Neal fondly, but he was grown now, like her brothers. Just that morning, Neal came by with Henry. Together they visited, and when Henry had to go to school, Neal stayed. He placed his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Why? You didn't do anything."

"That's the point. I thought I saved you but . . . you were still trapped. I should have known Pan would do something like that."

Wendy smiled. "Oh Baelfire," she sighed. "Everything's fine. Really." He smiled at her like he used to, when they shared the same room in her home. She missed those days. She kissed his cheek just before he left and told him to visit again sometime.

She wondered when she would get to leave this place. Dr. Whale assured her it would be soon, he just wanted to make sure living in Neverland hadn't had any horrid effects on her body. So far, the only thing they figured out was she wasn't going to age like normal children. What that really meant, was she was going to be this way for a very long time.

Just like Pan, she thought. The Blue Fairy had been by and checked on all three of the Darlings. Once Wendy was out of the hospital, it was decided she and her brothers would stay with the fairy until better accommodations could be arranged. Henry insisted she could stay with him, but she felt that was an imposition on Ms. Regina who, although slightly terrifying, was a nice woman. She had, after all, saved Wendy.

The idea of being a twelve year old girl forever made Wendy sigh. She had always imagined one day she would get married and have children of her own. But she was a lost girl now, had been for some time, and once you're in Neverland, the title never leaves you, not completely. She saw the way it affected Neal. He escaped, but he was just as lost as he had been when she last saw him. Emma was just as bad, but she was getting better. Wendy didn't know the story, but she didn't want to ask.

Wendy closed her eyes and tried to get back to sleep.

"You could be Queen of Neverland, you know. If we had queens," Peter Pan said as she hung in the air. It had been weeks since anyone came to talk to her. She hated how happy it made her to hear another person's voice.

"Would you be my king?" she asked quietly. Her voice was raw from lack of nourishment.

Peter appeared on the branch across from her cage. "I am king, Wendy. Best learn that next time you decide to play tricks."

"It wasn't a trick!" she insisted. "I was feeling ill."

"Not ill enough that you couldn't run."

She closed her eyes. "You can't keep me here forever."

Peter Pan smirked. "You should never challenge me, Wendy. I thought you learned that already." His laughter echoed long after he disappeared. She threaded her hand through the reed and gripped it tightly. Come back. Talk to me! She begged.

The Blue Fairy, who Wendy was supposed to call Clarisse, stood in front of the bed, talking to Dr. Whale. "Is it safe for her to leave now?"

"I can't see why not. She's stable, she's been eating regularly, there's no signs of any illness. She should live a normal life. Er, as normal of a life as any of us can," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Clarisse nodded. John and Michael took Wendy's hands in theirs and gave a squeeze. "Could you boys leave for a moment? Wendy needs to put these on." The fairy placed articles of clothing on the bed. Michael seemed reluctant, but John firmly took his brother's hand and the two left. Dr. Whale was gone as well, but Clarisse remained. Wendy pulled back the covers and stood before the strange clothing. She had never seen a pleated skirt before, and she was disturbed that it didn't go back her ankles, but she put it on all the same. The blue fabric fell nicely, highlighting her pale legs. She pulled up the white stockings, buckled the black penny loafers, and forced her head through the tiny neck hole of the white shirt. Clarisse helped the girl put on her tan jacket.

"There," she sighed. "All done. You look beautiful," Clarisse said as she brushed back one of Wendy's curls. "Shall we go see your brothers?"

Wendy nodded. The women left the room together and everyone in the hospital was clapping. Wendy's cheeks lit up and when she saw her brothers she made a beeline for them. John, taking on the fatherly role, picked her up and carried her out of the hospital. She wondered if he would one day have a daughter of his own to hold like this.

Clarisse lead the way through the town to her home. The building was more like a hotel, but Clarisse insisted it was private property and only her guests were allowed onto it. "You'll be safe here, I assure you."

The room they were given had three beds on wheels, a thick carpet, a fireplace, lots of drawers to hold clothes, and a writing desk with a strange gizmo on it. Michael said it was a computer and he would show her how it worked later. For now, the group put what little items they brought in the appropriate place then went down to eat breakfast. Once they were done, Clarisse suggested the boys go look for work.

"What did you do before you came to Storybrooke?" she asked.

"Work for Pan, mainly," Michael replied. "But I've always been good with technology. Especially computers."

"I know my way around a car," John said. Wendy had no idea what they were talking about, but after seeing how excited her brothers were, she decided whatever it was couldn't be all bad. Clarisse gave them directions to where they needed to go for work, and after kissing her brothers goodbye, she was taken outside. The ladies sat on the steps with their cups of tea.

"I have plans to enroll you in school, but you won't start until you're ready," Clarisse said.

"I used to love school," she said quietly. "Has it changed much?"

"Not really," Clarisse chuckled. "I'm sure you'll like it, especially since you'll be there with Henry."

Wendy smiled. "That does sound nice." She took a sip of her tea. The women sat outside together in the sunny morning. Wendy's thoughts drifted back to Pan. She remembered watching him die and at the thought, she felt an overwhelming sadness overcome her. She didn't understand why she couldn't be as heartless as he had. It would make everything so much easier.

"Clarisse."

"Yes dear?"

"Is it . . . is it bad that I—miss him?"

The fairy had a few sips of tea. "No, dear. Considering what you went through, I am surprised you do not miss him more."

"What do you mean?"

"You went through something no one should ever have to, and the only person who spoke to you was your captor. In those circumstances, it's not uncommon to see the prisoner bond with their captor in a . . . inexplicable way." Clarisse looked at Wendy. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, Wendy. What Peter did was awful, but you aren't to blame."

Wendy nodded. "I dream of him, every night I dream of him and I almost wish . . . that he was alive. He was cruel to me, but he was the only person who visited me. He pretended to care, I know, it was all a part of his game. But it still felt nice sometimes. And I did love him, at one time. Or maybe I always did. I don't know." She ran her hand through her hair.

The fairy placed her hand on Wendy's shoulder. "Would you be willing to speak to Archie Hopper about this? He's a doctor, but different than Dr. Whale. He can help you work through these thoughts and feelings."

"Did he visit me in the hospital?"

Clarisse smiled. "Yes, only once though. He's a nice fellow."

Wendy nodded. "Maybe tomorrow, or the day after. Once I get settled."

"Sounds perfectly fine to me, dear."

"Ms. Clarisse, will I always be this young?"

The woman sighed. "Well, for now, we think so. But that could change. For now, we'll just wait and see, alright?"

Wendy nodded. "Okay."

"Wendy, don't betray me. Just because he's a boy-"

"I won't. I promise. I did what you said, didn't I? He's going to do whatever it is you want."

Peter smiled. "Yes, yes he is. So long as you keep up that sick girl act. I may need it again." He sat on the bed, close to Wendy. She crossed her arms and shifted away. She didn't trust that look in his eyes. "Afraid of me now, Wendy? I thought we had gotten past that."

"I'm not afraid of you," she whispered.

"Good." He leaned over and pressed a cold kiss to her forehead. "Felix will be back to put you in your cage." He got up and left. Wendy leaned back against the pillow, pressing a hand to her forehead. He had never done that before.

"Wendy!"

She turned around and saw Henry running to catch up with her. She had just finished her appointment with Dr. Hopper and Henry had, apparently, just finished school.

"Hello," she said with a bob of her head. "How was school?"

"Great!" he replied, trying to catch his breath. "When are you going to come? You'd love it. We're learning about how Columbus sailed across the ocean and . . ." the boy rambled on and Wendy just smiled. He was just as chatty as his father, when he wanted to be. She wondered what would happen if she told him she was likely going to stay this age for the rest of her life. She wondered if it would even matter at this point.

"Hey, I've got an idea! Do you want to go to Granny's with me? My dad is meeting me there, but he would love to see you. He's always asking how you are."

Wendy smiled. "That's very kind of you, Henry, but I don't want to intrude."

"Awe, come on, it'll be fun!" he pulled out a pout that looked a lot like Neal's did when he was Henry's age.

Wendy laughed. "Oh alright, I'll come."

"Great!" Henry took her hand in his and started running down the block. Wendy laughed as she tried to catch up. He gave her hand a squeeze. She realized her hand hadn't felt this warm in years. She tightened her grip in response.