Chapter 2

Christmas had past and it was time for the family to part, they all said their goodbyes and left one by one.

Wendy decided to take a day for herself, where she could just walk around and think. She walked to Kensington Gardens and didn't realize she was there until she stopped to look around. She sat down in a nearby bench and looked out on the pond.

Then she saw it again, a flash of light. She stood up and looked everywhere for where the light had gone, but could not find out where it had gone to.

She looked around everywhere, the people passing by might have thought she was highly confused or something to that matter. She sat back down and waited, maybe whatever it was would show itself agian.

"Hello Miss. Darling?" asked a man from behind her. She jumped and turned around. "Sorry I did not mean to startle you." He said again "No, no you didn't." said Wendy, she looked at the man and saw that it was Mr. Graham. "Why hello sir, what might be the pleasure of seeing you in London?" she asked him. "Well, I was just here with family for Christmas and a couple days." He explained "Well that's always fun, I am glad…" Wendy stopped dead in her tracks, she saw the light again "I'm sorry Mr. Graham but I have to go, I hope to see you soon." She left before he could say goodbye or anything. She thought she was crazy chasing this ball of light, but she swore that it would lead her to something, but she didn't know what, she just knew that it would be worth it in the end. She could still see it; she had to pick up her pace to a fast walk in order to keep it in sight. Just then it disappeared. She walked to where she saw it disappear and nothing was there, nothing but a bunch of kids who were crowded around something. She walked to the crowd of kids and peered into what they were looking at. There was a little girl, about six or seven, and she held a tiny ball of light. Immediately Wendy was intrigued.

She looked down at the glowing ball of light and the bright light got dimmer and then revealed a small woman with wings and she was very beautiful, but Wendy knew as soon as she saw her what she was. Wendy looked harder and noticed those piercing blue eyes and blond hair that was in a convenient little pony tail. "Tinkerbelle." She whispered to herself. Just then the fairy stopped dancing and twirling in the little girls hands and made direct eye contact with Wendy. Tinkerbelle looked at Wendy and her eyes got wider, she then flew off in a direction that Wendy did not happen to see.

Wendy looked around, she so desperately she wanted to find Tinkerbelle, because she knew if Tink was here then so would Peter.

She felt eyes on her; she turned around as fast as she could. There was a little girl behind her. "What was that?" Wendy was shocked at the question, how was she supposed to respond. "Her name is Tinkerbelle, she is a fairy." Said Wendy, and she bent down to the little girl's height. The little girl looked confused. "But there's no such thing as…" Before the little girl could finish Wendy shushed her. "Don't say that." "Why?" asked the little girl "Because… because." Wendy knew this memory, except that she was the little girl asking why. "Because every time somebody says that a fairy somewhere falls down dead, and you shall never see her again if she's dead." Said Wendy, the girl put her hands to her mouth "You mean I could have killed a fairy." Asked the little girl, Wendy nodded. "So remember, never say that." The little girl ran off to tell her friends the news, and Wendy went back to searching.

Wendy gave up the search after not seeing anything again for a while and she went back home. She sat at her typewriter and started writing random lines about a fairy but not the boy. Before she knew it the light in the sky turned dark and it was time for bed.

Wendy laid down staring at the celling, but she could not fall asleep. She kept thinking of tinker bell, and why she had seen her today, after all those years she finally saw Tinkerbelle but no Peter. She wanted so badly to see Peter.

That night she dreamt about Peter Pan. It was more like memories, but in her dream she remembered the way he looked at her, the way that his eyes sparkled and his smile was filled with so much joy. How when she thought that he was completely out of happiness she kissed him as he blew up with so much joy. She remembers how a she had "feelings" for Peter Pan. She knew that he had feeling for her, but he could not leave Neverland, he never wanted to grow up.

When Wendy woke up she was covered in sweat and her blankets were so tangled that she had to fight to get out of them. She drew her bath while she was taking her clothing off she remembered the necklace that she had put on, she forgot to leave it at the house, it was still around her neck. She kept it on and lay in the water for some time; thinking of her dream from that night.

She left the house again for Kensington Gardens. It had snowed during the night so everything had a new layer of fresh white snow. She walked to the place where the children where admiring the fairy named Tinkerbelle yesterday hoping that she might see Tink there again.

She walked around the trees and started to daydream she looked up at the sky and then she completely fell into an oncoming pedestrian. When Wendy walked into the person they managed to grab her shoulders before she could fall over in the snow. "Oh I'm sorry sir." She said "No problem." He replied. She then felt the man's arms on her shoulders. She looked up at the man's face. He was beautiful, he had beautiful blond hair, that was somewhat raggedy and he had piercing blue eyes, he was much taller than Wendy and his body was muscular and toned. There was something about his eyes that made Wendy shiver; something about his eyes…

The man released his grasp on Wendy's shoulder and started to walk away and then Wendy saw the ball of light fly straight for the man and disappear into his jacket.

She knew. This had to be him, but she couldn't fathom it.

"Peter?" Said Wendy to the man as he walked away, the man stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and took another look at Wendy and turned back around to keep walking.

"He looked back, he wouldn't have stopped to any other name, that has to be his." Thought Wendy, she then ran after him and stopped right in front of him. "I know who you are you don't have to walk away from me. Do you remember me Peter?" she asked him frantically

The man's jaw clenched as he looked into her eyes. "Excuse me madam, but you must have the wrong person." He told her.

"Wait but what was that back there, I called the name Peter and you turned around. Clearly that's your name; you just didn't want to respond because it's me and you know it's me." Wendy inhales a deep breath. "I could never forget you Peter." She told him.

"I'm sorry." Said the man and he kept walking.

Wendy was alone and she watched the man walk away, either she just made a fool of herself or she was right, and she knew that she couldn't have made a fool of herself, so she must have been right. She had just seen Peter Pan, and he had grown up.

Wendy thought of only one thing, she did not go to her apartment that night, she went home, to her childhood home to the home she first saw Peter Pan.

"Who might that be?" Said Mr. Darling, he opened the door and their stood his daughter. "My dear, what are you doing here, you're going to catch your death out there please come inside." "I'm sorry father but do you think I stay here tonight?" asked Wendy. "Well of course you can, but why are you not in your own home, not to be rude." he asked her. "I felt like I missed you all so I decided to come home." She explained with a smile. That was not the real reason but she was not about to tell her father that she came home because it's the one place that Peter knows of and if he wanted to contact her he would come here. It's the only thing she could think of that would let her see him again.

"George, who's at the door?" asked Mrs. Darling as she came around the corner "Oh, Wendy, what a pleasant surprise." She said "Hello mother." Wendy smiled. Michael also wanted to know what the ruckus was about and soon found out it was Wendy.

They all had dinner and talked for some time and then went off to bed. Once again Wendy had to sleep in the nursery, but this time she wouldn't have it any other way.

Before she climbed into bed she unlocked the window and prayed that Peter would show himself.

She was deep in sleep, dreaming of things that she would most likely not remember in the morning. When the window opened slowly, it did not make a loud enough noise to wake Wendy from her slumber.

This time it was not a boy at her window covered in leaves and dirt but a man, he wore no shoes but had black trousers and a white t-shirt on. The same flashing ball of light followed behind him. The man made his was across to the girl, no, woman, in the bed.

He stood and watched her, he stretched out a hand and moved it over her face the way he had so many years ago. He then sighed and started to walk away so he could leave to room. "Wait." Said Wendy from her bed, the man closed his eyes and lifted his head in almost agony.

Wendy got out of her bed and made her way across the room to the man and looked up into his eyes.

He was tall, about six foot two, and he was nicely toned all over; you could tell by the white t-shirt he was wearing. His tussled hair was even more tussled than when she saw him this morning; the moonlight was shining in and showing him in another light. He was so handsome.

"You are him aren't you?" Said Wendy, "Don't deny it Peter Pan because I have figured it out, I know."

He looked down into her eyes, Wendy was about five foot eight so he was tall but so was she in a way.

"I do not wish to hide from you anymore; you caught me."

"You're so…different." Said Wendy, Peter chuckled. "Well I did grow up if that's what you're implying, but then again, so did you." He said looking all over Wendy. She blushed at his eyes looking her over.

"I had to grow up Peter, I thought we had been over this, but why did you?" she asked him. "I knew this was coming. Well, things were dull after everyone left, there was no Hook to fight because he got swallowed by the crocodile, and there were no lost boys to play with. I stayed with the Indians for a while but, I don't know it wasn't my thing, so Tink and I came back here and we found a nice family; they adopted me in and started me in school I had to hide Tink of course, I was a little behind, but I caught up fast."

Wendy looked at him in awe. She did kind of hope that he had come back for her. Wendy went to sit on her bed. "I do not know what to say." Said Wendy, "Well you could start with Hello, how have you been, we haven't talked in a long time." Said Peter, she laughed a little. "Hello" she said, as Peter was about to say hello back he noticed the "kiss" he had given her around her neck. He picked it up from her neck and held it in his hand, Peter had never been very good with personal space.

"You still have it?" he said confused.

"Why would I throw it away?" she asked him.

"I don't know but I did not think that you would still be wearing it." He said again. "Are you surprised?" she asked him. "Very." He responded

He dropped the necklace and started to walk away again. "Peter?" she said "Yes?" he replied "Can you still fly?" she asked him

He smiled, the smile that Wendy had not seen in nine years, and just then he was floating in midair. "I'll take that as a yes." She said "Come on Wendy, you remember how to do it don't you." He said.

Wendy looked at her toes, she tried to think happy thoughts, but she could not get off the ground. "I cannot." She sighed out. "You only get one sprinkle of fairy dust; you have to still have it in you. I know you can do it." Said Peter, Wendy closed her eyes and tried to think of something very happy.

Wendy felt someone behind her but did not open her eyes. "I believe in you." Whispered Peter into Wendy's ear. Wendy took a deep breath and thought of his breath, his voice, Peter, and she was up, up in the air. She had not been flying for nine years. She felt like she was fifteen again. She opened her eyes, "I'm flying." She squealed. They both smiled with joy. "I guess we had better test out your flight mode, make sure it still functions properly." Said Peter

He flew out the window, and held out his hand for her. She looked at him, "I fear this has happened before. " Said Wendy "Yes but this time we will not go to Neverland, just around the block a few times."

He smiled at her and raised an eyebrow. She took his hand and they were flying together again.

Wendy woke the next morning, she could remember everything, meeting Peter and learning to fly again. She bumped into Michael when she walked down the hall. "Michael, you will have no idea who came to see me last night." She said "Prince Charming?" replied Michael. She wanted to laugh because it was funny, but she continued. "Peter Pan." She said and waited for his face expression to change.

"How?" said Michael, "He came to the window you ninny." "Well did he look the same or…" he waited for Wendy's reply. "No, he was grown; I would say about twenty five." That's when Michael's expression changed. "He grew up, but why?" said Michael. "He said because he got bored; imagine that Peter Pan bored in Neverland." Said Wendy, she left Michael to puzzle everything over.

Wendy told Michael everything that had happened the night before and he was intrigued, "I can't believe that you can still fly." He told her. "You can to, just think of happy thoughts." Said Wendy, "Trust me I've tried to fly again. I can't do it." Said Michael

"Maybe there is a time limit; if you don't use it then you lose it." She said. "I wouldn't be surprised." Said Michael,

The rest of the day Wendy was trying to help Michael to try to re learn flying. Things were not going as smoothly as they had hoped. They spent the entire day together, more than they had spent together in a long time. Pretty soon the day was over again and it was time to retire to bed.

Wendy did not want to go back to her apartment in the city, but she knew she had to tomorrow, "So be it." She thought.

Peter did not appear at the window that night. Wendy was disappointed, but she knew that he probably had his reasons.

Wendy left for town the next day, it took longer than she expected and she was tired from trying to stay awake all night in case Peter showed up again. So she crawled into bed and dozed off.

Peter found his way into her apartment; he sat in the chair that was adjacent to her bed. He wanted to wake her and tell her he was there, but he thought she looked to peaceful to wake up. So he sat and waited for her to wake up.

He had forgotten how much he had really likeed Wendy, when he saw her last they were still children, it was a simple crush, he did not want to feel anything towards a girl, but he did. He did not want to leave her, but he had to, for the sake of Neverland.

He goes back every once and a while, to make sure things are running smoothly without him, but he always returns back to London.

The truth was that he left Neverland so he could forget about Wendy and their adventures together. Neverland screamed her name to him, so he needed to leave. He was so hurt that she wanted to go and grow up; he thought that she would stay in Neverland forever with him, but she did not.

As Peter looked at Wendy he started to think, "What if I had never grown up, look what I would be missing. I would not be able to look at Wendy the way I am now, I would be sixteen and she would be twenty-four. It would not be right in anyway."

Peter saw Wendy, the thin blanket caressed her body, and her hair fell perfectly around her face. He watched her chest rise and fall again and again. He himself was getting tired.

Wendy woke up suddenly due to a bad dream. She saw a big human like blob in the chair that was in her room. She looked closer and noticed the same white t-shirt and blond ragged hair. There he was asleep, like a gentle giant.

He woke up and noticed Wendy was awake. "Hi." He said "Hello." She said back with a smile. "How did you get in might I ask?"

"I should know how to open a window by now." He said "That's not always a good thing to know." Said Wendy, they both shared a laugh "Why are you here might I ask?" Wendy asked him

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to go somewhere with me." He said.

Wendy's jaw dropped "Well, depends where that somewhere is." "Oh I know that you would enjoy it." Said Peter.

Wendy was overcome with joy. Peter wanted to take her somewhere, just the two of them. "Alright, where are we headed?" asked Wendy "Neverland." Said Peter, Wendy's mouth dropped she had no words, she was overjoyed.

"Everything is just the way I remember." Wendy said "Yes well some things have changed." Said Peter gesturing to both Wendy and himself.

They landed at a most familiar place; the tree house. They both went inside and Wendy noticed that everything was still the same. "I believe that the last time that you and I were here together, we had a fight, about you joining the pirates, and then ending up being that you wanted to leave." Peter said. Wendy looked at Peter with great sympathy in her eyes. "You know that I had to, we would have forgotten everyone if we would have stayed, you have to let it go, you could have come with us but you decided to stay here."

"I did not decide anything; I had to stay here because without me Neverland is nothing."

"Well then why are you complaining?"

"Forget about it, I shouldn't have brought it up."

The two of them walked out of the tree house. "So what happened to the pirates when Hook died?" asked Wendy, "They are still around, I hardly see them though." Peters face then looked like he had just seen a ghost. "What's wrong Peter?" asked Wendy "Follow me." He said and they flew off.

Wendy then found herself in a tall grass with Peter. He turned around and put a finger to his mouth in a shush fashion.

"There is one part of the island I never got to show you, and I just remembered." He said, Peter moved the grass away and revealed a waterfall most spectacular. Wendy did not know what to say, it was beautiful. "What do you think?" asked Peter

"It's brilliant." Was all Wendy could say

"Oh the cleverness of me," said Peter.

Wendy looked up at Peter, (don't even) was what her face was telling him. "Wanna go for a dip?" asked Peter. Wendy didn't answer and she was already in the water. "Are you coming or not?" she asked Peter, he gave up and canon balled into the lake. "How could you forget about a place like this?" asked Wendy. "Simple I had other topics on my mind." Replied Peter. "Oh yeah like what."

"Like you leaving me for the pirates, asking me about my feelings and all that."

Wendy stopped swimming and looked at Peter. "I was not going to really leave you Peter."

"But you did."

Wendy looked away from Peter. "I'm sorry I hurt you so bad Peter, but it hurt me too." Wendy added

She continued swimming; the water was amazingly warm, just like a pool, warmer than a pool, maybe a really warm bath.

They dried off in the sun, talked about their lives growing up and what they were like after everything changed.

Peter was adopted by "perfect parents" and they sent him to business school, he dropped out and got a job at the law office. He was now studying to be a lawyer. "That fits you, I always thought you were cold hearted" She laughed and Peter gave her a serious look. "I'm kidding of course." She smiled

Wendy told him about learning to be a lady with Aunt Millicent, and her book being published. She could tell he was quite impressed at the fact she was a published author.

Out of nowhere Wendy stood up and asked Peter "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Peter looked up at her and then he stood up himself "Odd question to ask isn't it." She just looked at him. He continued and answered her question "Well if I am being truthful then yes."

Wendy was almost hurt at his answer. "How many?" she asked Peter, he really did not want to discuss this with Wendy, but she was asking and he could not lie to her. "A fair few." He said.

"So after telling me that I hurt you so bad when I left and then you go to London and get yourself involved with all these women and you think that I will shove it off like nothing happened you don't think I'm hurt by that."

"You must understand, I was young and carefree, you left and I was hurt. I grew up to a certain age and started dating people are allowed to do that Wendy; I had to get you out of my head, because I knew that I would most likely never see you again and I didn't want to get my hopes up that you would take me in a heartbeat, and then when I least expect it you start seeing Tink everywhere, when I told her to lay low you bump into me and I remember everything, all my emotions come running back, I couldn't stand talking to you when we bumped into each other because my heart was still healing."

"You liked me?" asked Wendy.

"Yes." Peter paused "From the very moment I started listening to your stories." Said Peter

Wendy started to get that electricity again. "Do you still?" she asked.

Peter looked at Wendy, and her heart started to skip a beat, she was thinking of what was going on in that head of Peter's. Was he going to tell her that he still liked her, maybe he loved her?

"No." was all Peter said.

Wendy froze, "No…" was what was echoing through her head, making crashing noises, thundering screams.

"Wendy?" Peter said with concern

Wendy came out of her dream world and looked at Peter, "It's understandable, and it's been years so it would make sense why you're feelings have changed." Said Wendy

"We should go." Said Peter, Wendy agreed and they left Neverland right then and there.

Peter dropped her off at her apartment. "I wish to stay in contact with you Wendy, now that you are back in my life, I cannot see you leaving it."

"Whatever you wish." Said Wendy

At the moment all Wendy wanted to do was cry, so she went back up to her room. She was alone, with a lot to think about. Peter had come back into her life, but not as a young boy who she had an honest crush with but as a man. He told her that when she left, she had hurt him more than he could handle, so he tried to forget about her. It worked; Peter no longer had feelings for the girl that had swept him off his feet nine years ago.

Wendy dreamt that night again of the boy she once knew.

"Forget them Wendy. Forget them all. Come away with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again."

…

"We must leave at once… before we, in turn are forgotten."

Wendy woke up and made herself a cup of tea and sat down at the table. "Get this out of your head, why are you still thinking of him, clearly he doesn't want you." Wendy said to herself.

Wendy sighed and drank her tea.

"Why am I so conserned, I havent thought of Peter for years and all of a sudden, he's all I can think of.