Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan.

And I don't have a beta reader…

xx

Wendy Darling was sleeping peacefully. Her dreams were filled of all kinds of nonsense a child could ever imagine. You know, those fairy tales which tells about women living in the water being half fish and human. And although they're too unrealistic to be true, the kids still believe they're the source of beauty. A load of bull-

Anyway. While she slept there, a person creped into the nursery room, followed with a light, which looked like a flashlight shadow. This was peter pan. The boy who never will grow up. Maybe he's just mentally ill. . .

Wendy woke up instantly.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?!"

The boy took a twirl for no reason ad said with a proud boyish voice.
"My name is peter pan, the boy who never grew up!" he stated whit a proud childish grin.

One of Wendy's eyebrows rose nervously.

" well, if you say so. Where are you from?" she asked him while fiddling with her phone.

"I'm from Neverland!" he said. "It's right next the North Star!"

Wendy became more frightened. This boy wasn't just mad; he was even soon to be a lunatic! "ok…where are your parents?" Wendy began to push the buttons on her phone, dialling a familiar number of her.

The named boy, peter pan, looked slightly insulted.

"I have no parents! Nor do I need, because the famous peter pan can fight by himself!"

The girl couldn't believe the boy. After all, she's the only sane person between her and him.

"Well, how come you came through the window all by yourself?"
Peter scoffed it of.

"My dear, I can fly!"

Wendy took the phone-ladder up. A rich strong voice answered.
"Wendy. Is there something wrong?" the owner of voice was slightly irritated. Well considering he was right in a meeting, I wouldn't blame him.

Wendy whispered back while eyeing the boy suspicious.
"Oh Papa. There's an odd boy in my room. He's saying all kind of mad things like that he can fly, and-"

"what are my ears telling me?! A boy that demand he can fly?" her father said surprised. He was starting to think a drunken moron had broken into his house, and was now scaring his daughter to death.

Wendy breathed nervously.

"you have to come quickly! I think he's a madman!" she hissed with fear.

The last thing she heard on the phone was her father promising to come fast, taking the police with him. She laid the phone down, and glanced over towards the boy who was now standing on top on the bookshelf. She gasped.

He was about to take a jump!

"Oh heaven god! What in gods name are you doing!?" she said.
She threw her covers away, making a thud on the floor when her foot touched it.

The boy screamed:

"I can fly!"

The police man couldn't believe it. This was the runaway patient from the madhouse.
"Take him away!"

Peter pan wriggled in the police mans grasp, while whining all kind of things.
"Tinkerbell! Help me out will you?!"

Wendy raised an eyebrow at him, and asked her father:
"what's a "Tinkerbell"?"

Her father shook his head, while eyeing the boy.
"Honestly dear, do I have no idea…?"

THE END!

Do I really have to say anything?

-Meya