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Author: StoryGirl02

Fandom: Peter Pan

Claim: Wendy Darling

Her hair was longer.

Hanging in a ratted mess because the only comb they'd had broken months ago- and really combing her fingers through it hurt- it desperately needed a cut, though she was too scared to take the jaggered knife to it herself, and she didn't trust Peter or any of the Lost Boys to cut it. After all, that knife was used on their meats and the like, and the last time she had watched Peter cut the meat with it, he had ruined it so much that she had to turn the scraps that had survived into a stew. She could definitely not trust them with her hair, the crown and glory of her overall beauty.

Surprisingly, for all the months-possibly years she didn't know- her calender had been ruined during a storm and she had never recovered from the loss of it- she had never once had to trim any of the boys' hair. It seemed that as if their hair just stopped growing once they had stepped foot onto Neverland, and for that she was glad. She had never once watched anyone trim someone's hair, nevertheless cut hair herself. It was just one of those things that made her miss London and her family's personal barber that much more.

She peered down at her nails in the dim light, pursing her lips at the dirt hidden underneath the cracked, shorts ends. They looked horrible, and were in desperate need of a trim. The only thing she could do was break them off when they got a bit too long for her comfort and practicality, and wash them reguarly. Her dress was in a worse of state though, Peter had managed to borrow a dress of Tiger Lilly but she hardly ever wore it, finding that she prefered the ratty nightgown to the flimsy dress that showed a bit too much skin for it to be considered a lady's attire.

The dresses, nail care and regular haircuts were hardly the top of the list of things she missed about London.

She missed Nana.

She missed her bed, her layer upon layer of thick warm blankets and tons of soft, fluffy pillows.

She missed her friends.

She missed everything, even the snow that chilled her bones right down to the core.

She missed John and Michael so so much, missed them so much it hurt deep inside. And even though she had all the Lost Boys to keep her company, and Peter of course, nothing could ever replace her brother, no one could ever be as supportive as John or as charming as Michael. No one could ever replace the hole in her heart she had gained from leaving her family to start a new life in Neverland. It had been her choice after all, to live her and try and forget about her dear London and family, but that didn't mean she missed it any less. Peter tried though, he found old pictures of Big Ben and other landmarks that had been brought with the Lost Boys when they came to Neverland, and she tacked them up around in her room, staring wonderlessly at the tattered photographs and postcards until they all faded into one.

She missed her mother.

Oh god how she missed her mother! There were so many nights when she stared silently at the strange family she had made, and tried to think how her mother would react upon seeing what exactly her daughter had acomplished without any sort of help. It was getting harder and harder to remember her mother's mannerishims, and how she acted towards her children. She had forgotten how she had looked almost immediately, but there was still a fuzzy picture she had formed in her mind; a kind and gentle woman with long bron hair and sparkling blue eyes. The nights when her mother had tucked them in and watched them fall asleep, one by one, as she leant against the doorway, seemed so long ago, almost as if they were from one of the fairytale book she herself spent her nights reading to the Lost Boys.

She missed her father.

Her father who could just hold her tight and promise that it would all be okay, seemed so far away. Her father, tough but caring, with his glasses and thinning brown hair, seemed like a distant memory she had formed out of need and not because it was true. She wished that Peter had exist in the normal world, in her regular world of London, so she wouldn't have had to make the choice between London, her family and him.

Maybe her father and him would have met, maybe they both would have grown older, maybe they would have married one day and had children of their own?

But no, they were stuck in this everlasting world where no one grew up. Peter would never grow any taller, she would never discover who exactly she should have married, she would never have children. And even though all of this was weighing down on her mind, making her think that maybe she had made the wrong choice afater all, she couldn't imagine leaving Neverland behind, not knowing what exactly her tribe of Lost Boys were eating that night, and whether Peter needed medical care for his scratches or not.

She had formed a life here in Neverland, and she could never imagine leaving it. Even though London and her family were always there at the back of her mind, tempting her to return and never come back, she knew she couldn't. Peter would be crushed, and she could never do anything that would intentionally hurt her golden-haired Peter. Even though she would never grow up and experience her debut, never see her brothers marry, never see her mother and father again, she could never leave.

Even though this wasn't quite the family she expected from her childhood dreams, it was still a family, and she could never leave her family behind.

A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up, startled. The pile of tattered, dirty photographs flittered to the bed-cover beside her as she smiled softly at Peter.

"Coming?" he questioned, leaning against the door lazily. He ran a hand through his sun-streaked hair slowly.

She shook her head softly with a sharp laugh, standing up and brushing the small particles of dirt of her constantly-dirt dress, before mimicking Peter and running a hand through her hair in an useless attempt to clean up her appearance. "Of course," she repiled, grinning softly at him. He stared softly at her, making her feel unnerved and cautious. Even though she had lived with Peter for a period of who knows how long, he still did make her nervous sometimes.

"What?" she asked, pursing her lips softly as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

He shook his head as if clearing his thoughts, grinning at her. "You, Wendy Darling, are beautiful. A vision, honestly."

She hit him lightly on the chest with a soft giggle. "You are such a charmer, Peter Pan."

He shrugged, looping her arm through his and walking her into the crowded kitchen. The Lost Boys greeted her arrival with a chorus of cheers, making her smile. She stared softly at Peter, grinning back at him.

Yes, this was home.