Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to come out with the second chapter. You know, what with writer's block and all! But anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Peter Pan.

As the sun started to climb its way up in the sky, Peter departed his home, making sure he was not waking anyone, especially not Tinker Bell. He jumped into the sky and soared around a bit, making sure his flying powers were still stable.

When he was sure they would not falter, he patted his pocket where he had stored a bag of pixie dust, just in case she decided to come back with him. He looked off to the portal and then back at his house, hoping Tinker Bell would understand, before jetting off to England.

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The streets of England were dark and dim, damp with rain. The streetlights casted empty shadows across the faces of sleeping buildings. It had a sleepy silence to it all, just the slight noise from cats digging through garbage cans or water dripping off the roofs of houses.

Wendy looked out her window at the world outside before closing the curtains. She did not want her lovely neighbors to hear or see the horrible scene occurring inside. She turned from the now shaded window to her daughter, Jane, who was attempting not to sob.

"Come now, Jane. It will be okay. You mustn't cry. Young women do not cry" she gently scolded her.

As she watched her daughter try to compose herself, she felt a tear drip down her own cheek. Even when he had returned back home things hadn't been this bad. But now, with Danny off to military school, it had just gotten worse. She swept down and hugged Jane tightly, not wanting to let go.

The banging on the door continued and his drunken mumblings could still be heard through the wood. Although she couldn't quite understand what he was saying she did catch small fragments of his sentences that made her blood chill.

"Bitches…let me in…she's my daughter…fucking open…door…"

She heard a loud thump after a few more unintelligible ramblings and hoped that it was him passing unconscious. She let go of Jane to peek outside the door, where her husband, Edward, had collapsed in the hallway. She slipped out and tapped his leg with her foot before proceeding closer. Slipping the broken liquor bottle out of his hand, she plopped it into a near-by wastebasket and examined him for any injury before struggling to lift him off the ground.

"Jane, honey. It's okay. He can't hurt us anymore" Wendy whispered, while balancing her spouse in her arms.

Jane peeked out of the room and exited cautiously, never letting her eyes move from his body.

"Why don't you go to sleep? You could use some" Wendy advised, nodding her head towards Jane's room.

Jane nodded and walked quickly to her room, shutting the door behind her. Wendy proceeded into another room. Their room. She gracefully placed him on the bed and then covered him up with their dirty sheets. Of course, she hadn't ever slept in this room with him since…well since Danny had left. There was one night. One night when he promised it would never happen again. But he lied. And lied and lied until she began to just ignore the drunken slurs that exited his mouth. She shook her head angrily, letting the tears flow freely.

She was letting him get away with all this. All this torture, all the pain, the madness, the sleepless nights. But through it all, she didn't really want revenge. No, Wendy would never want revenge on anyone…she just wanted for it to go away. Or maybe, if she could go away. If she could just get away from him, from this empty life he had made for her. Only then could it get better. But where would she go? And how would she get Jane to come with her? How could she just leave?

It was impossible. She was doomed to forever suffer in this hell. She left the room, tears continuously blooming from her eyes, only to enter what had become her new room. Jane's room, which they now shared. She entered as quietly as possible, wiping her tears away as best as possible.

"Mother? Mother…tonight was worse as last night…I'm afraid" a voice said, trembling out of the darkness.

Wendy gave a small smile and glided to her daughter's bed, sitting on the edge.

"Janey, it's okay to be afraid…but you're eighteen now…you must learn courage. To face your fears, no matter how much they may scare you" she told her daughter.

Jane looked up and hugged her mom, so glad that she wasn't alone. Wendy petted Jane's head and combed her fingers through her hair to calm her down. Finally, Jane pulled away and lay back in her bed, her eyes smiling.

"Thank you mother…Good night" she whispered.

Wendy kissed her on the forehead and got up, drifting to the window sill. She sat down and looked out at the stars, still shining on this morose night. She searched and searched until she found it.

"Second star to the right and straight on till morning" she murmured, staring out at the place she had disappeared to so long ago.

She felt tears slipping down her face and she felt the regret slip in. If she had stayed with Peter, none of this would be happening. She would be safe and carefree, and been able to keep her youth. But…even if she had, she wouldn't have been able to give birth to her wonderful Jane and handsome Danny. And she knew that she had made the best choice, no matter what the consequences were.

Her mind began to wander off and, soon enough, she was asleep, still relaxed on the sill.

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Peter peeked in through the window, only to be startled by a sleeping Wendy. He peered into her face, noting every difference. Her hair was slightly graying, but still as beautiful as ever. She now had more of a woman's body, something Peter wasn't accustomed to. And even though her face had a few, small wrinkles, it was still so similar. He smiled sweetly at her before creaking open the window. He floated in and set himself down on the floor, looking around the room.

As he spotted the second sleeping figure in a bed and was immediately curious. He slipped over to the bed and gazed at the other sleeping girl. She was much younger than Wendy, but she looked oddly identical to Peter's old friend. She seemed to be about Peter's age but a bit younger (although Peter wasn't sure how old he would turn out to be now, for the aging process had seemingly increased in speed). But she had a radiating beauty about her and Peter reached out to stroke her flawless face.

"Peter…Is that…you?" a voice whispered from across the room.

Peter swiveled from the other girl to see Wendy waking from her sleep. He walked closer to her, somewhat weary of her examining eye.

"Peter…what…you look so much…older" Wendy mumbled, still looking at him curiously.

"Well, not as old as you, that's for sure" Peter retorted, glaring at her.

"Oh, Peter. No matter how you look, you'll always act the same now won't you?" Wendy laughed softly as Peter folded his arms across his chest irritably.

"Very funny Wendy. But we have to talk. I need you to help…" he was suddenly interrupted by a yawn behind him.

He turned to watch her as she shifted in her sleep and then turned back to Wendy.

"Who is that?" he asked.

"She's Jane, my daughter" Wendy answered.

"You have a…daughter?"

"And a son as well. But he isn't home right now. He's off at school."

"Then you're older than I thought!"

Wendy chuckled at his statement.

"Why yes Peter, I suppose I am. But that's what happens here. We don't stay young like you do in Neverland."

"Well, that's all changing Wendy…we are getting older there…everyone. Even me! I don't want to get older Wendy. I don't want to become a man! That's no fun at all! But now, I'm beginning to get older. I think…I think Neverland's magic is going away. Wendy…I need you. I need you to help me get it back."

Wendy glanced over at her resting daughter and shook her head.

"Peter…I can't. I can't leave Jane here."

"But, you can bring her with you, can't you? Please Wendy. I need you."

Wendy broke eye contact with Peter, tears forming in her eyes.

"I can't Peter. I can't bring Jane there. It's too dangerous."

"I can't believe you Wendy. What's happened to you? You've lost your sense of adventure! I thought you cared about me. I thought you cared about the Lost Boys and Tink and everyone in Neverland. Well, I guess I was wrong" Peter snorted, glaring at her.

He floated up in the air and opened the window to leave.

"Peter, wait!" Wendy exclaimed.

Peter turned from his exit and looked at her, his eyes cool as ice.

"What?"

"I…I do want to help…But I don't know Peter, I just don't know."

"Don't waste my time Wendy. I need you. And if you can't help then I guess I'll just be moving on."

"Peter…can you maybe…come back tomorrow? So I can…make up my mind?" Wendy asked.

"Fine" Peter snapped at her, flying out into the sky and disappearing.

"Thank you Peter" Wendy sighed.

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Peter drifted between the stars for a while, thinking of his dear Wendy. She had aged so much…and yet, she was still the same girl he had been with years ago. He smiled, remembering those wonderful times they had shared in Neverland. He recalled how pretty she had been then, even as her temper flared over the smallest things. And now, even though a wrinkle or two had folded into her face, she still was as beautiful as ever to him. He would always love his Wendy…

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Wendy peered out the window, gazing upon all the glorious shining stars hanging down from the night sky. She grinned at Peter's attitude, and how she had been so charmed by the very same quality when she was a young girl. She thought of those few days in Neverland…and how she had always had a deep affection for him. But now…even though a love for him stayed strong, she felt slightly overwhelmed by his visual appearance and how juvenile it still was. He appeared to be eighteen physically…the exact same age as Jane.

What a strange coincidence… Wendy thought as her eyelids slowly closed.