Author's Note: Enjoy.

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

Wendy awoke just in time to see the glimmer of sunrise shine into the window before her. Rising, she yawned silently and stretched her arms gracefully before remembering the previous night. She jumped up and whispered,

"Peter!"

"Peter? Mother, who are you talking about?"

Wendy whirled around to see her already stirring daughter, giving her a strange gaze from her bed. The mother smirked at her child's disheveled hair and drowsy face as she wandered over to sit on her bed.

"Don't you worry, darling. I think…we shall be going on a little vacation soon though. How does that sound?"

"Where to? And what about…?" Jane pondered, letting the grumbling and the moans from the adjacent room finish her last question.

They both stared at the wall hiding the wretched man Wendy has made the horrid decision of marrying. They waiting with anticipation as they heard a content grunt and the squeal of relief let out by the bedsprings as he rose out of bed. They waiting as his thumping footsteps lead him out the door, out to the bar, where he would gamble and drink day and night away, as usual.

Wendy turned back to her frightened daughter and smiled broadly.

"You'll find out very soon. Now, pack your things! We'll have a visitor soon enough."

She brushed her daughter's hair out of her face before kissing her forehead. She then abruptly rose and left the room, anxious to get her own suitcase ready.

Jane stood up slowly, sweeping her eyes across the room. She cocked her head and bit her lip while wondering what she was to bring. Should she pack light? Or maybe pack for extra, just in case? She sighed and called out to her mother,

"Mother, how much should I bring?"

Wendy peeped her head in the doorway and stated,

"Pack very lightly, the less the better."

Jane nodded her understanding and went to gather only a few necessities: clothes, books, and a few hygienic things. She packed them all into a small, ragged, brown backpack, used the year earlier, when she had attended school. As she finished closing her small pack, she felt a presence behind her.

"Mother, if you're wondering if I have finished, you could've just asked!" she prompted, turning to face the person she supposed was her mom.

She gasped as she took in the boy before her, a lean yet surprisingly in shape sir, resembling someone very close to her own age.

"Who…are…wait, Peter?"

He looked at her in surprise, and then happily chuckled at her.

"That's me!" he replied, and then glanced sideways at her.

"Jane? Wendy's daughter?"

"Mmhm. That's me," she echoed.

"I must say you look very pleasant when you are sleeping," he winked.

Her face turned to shock, as she looked at him, mouth forming a small, angry 'o' and her eyes becoming as big as saucers. Before she could say anything, Wendy entered the room with a large purse and laughed joyfully, flinging the bag onto the bed.

"Peter!" she almost cried, coming closer to him. "I feared you wouldn't return."

"I keep my promises. You should know that above all." He stated, folding his arms across his chest. "Have you made your choice?"

"Yes, Peter. Take me…us, away from all this. Please. I want to help."

A slow grin trailed across his face until he began to float up into the air.

"Wendy! Oh, I knew I could get you to come with me! Let's go! Right now! I can't wait to show Tink that I was right again!" Peter giggled.

Peter pulled out a bag of fairy dust, and Wendy's eyes sparkled.

"Ah, I'd forgotten how much I love this feeling" she whispered as Peter sprinkled some of the powder over her head.

Almost instantly, her feet rose off the ground and she let out a loud hoot as she seemed to swim through the air before her.

Peter turned himself to face Jane, who, up until this point, had been completely ignored. She was still in complete awe, but no longer from Peter's earlier statement. Now she was stunned by the state of the airborne humans in her room. She gaze him a nervous look and let out a yelp as he scattered the dust into her hair. She clenched her eyes shut and waiting for her to hit the clouds but after a few moments she opened them, confused at why she was still on the ground.

"You have to think of happy thoughts. How are you supposed to fly if you aren't cheerful?!" Peter told her, amazed at what he thought was a lack of common sense.

She closed her eyes, and thought back to the days when her brother was home, when her father was sober, and her mother was always so blissful. She recalled those moments in the sitting room where her family would just sit and enjoy themselves. Those few stolen minutes where nothing worried them, where they would just talk freely, and feel accepted, loved even. Suddenly she opened her eyes and she looked down at the ground, and snickered until her head bopped on the ceiling.

Peter let out a loud chuckle, while Wendy attempted to muffle her petite giggle. Peter lightly grabbed Jane's hand, making her face vaguely blush, and led her out the window, letting Wendy follow behind them.

"Off to Neverland!"