Wow! Thanks to all of you who reviewed/favorited/followed! I didn't actually think people would be interested in reading my silly little story about a kitten! You all have inspired me to write another DarlingPan one shot and I hope you all enjoy it. (by the way, I have decided to make this fic a collection of DarlingPan one shots, hopefully you guys like that idea?) :)

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Wendy was always alone in her room unless Pan came to visit her so; she was duly surprised when she heard a young boy's voice at her door.

"Excuse me, Wendy?" The soft voice questioned. Wendy rose from her bed to see the new visitor who was a young Lost Boy. He looked no older than nine. His boyish features had a hesitant look upon his face as he gazed up at the older girl.

"What can I do for you?" Wendy countered gently as she walked towards the child. He looked oddly familiar to her however, she couldn't seem to put her finger on why.

With a few tentative steps, he walked into her room. The light from the pale moon lit up his face as he entered and Wendy gave a little gasp as she recognized him.

"Rufio?" She questioned.

"Yes, Wendy. I wasn't sure if you'd remember me." He responded almost forlornly. A look too solemn flashed across his youthful face.

"Of course I would, dear!" Wendy exclaimed brightly, hoping to bring a happier look to the child's face. She spread out her arms and the little boy ran to give her a hug. When she released him, she was pleased to see a jovial smile upon his face. "What can I do for you?" She repeated her previous question, forcing a small smile to her face. Wendy was no longer truly happy in Neverland but, she would humor the boy.

He looked down as his feet sheepishly, "Well, I was wondering if you could tell me a story, like you used to." With hopeful eyes, he looked back up at Wendy. She unwilling flashed back to her first time in Neverland when she was like a mother to the Lost Boys and had told them wondrous stories that had filled them with awe. On evenings such as this, they would all gather around her as she regaled them with tales long past. And Peter…no Pan was always there, smiling down at her.

"Alright," She said lightly, surprising herself. She had been planning on turning him down but, the words just slipped out.

"You can come out boys, she said yes!" Rufio called over his shoulder as a few more Lost Boys entered the room. Wendy was shocked; she hadn't seen them all standing there before! As she looked at each of their faces, she recalled all of them. Bittersweet memories rushed forth, threatening to consume her. She shut her eyes tightly and took a calming breath.

"Come along, sweethearts." Wendy said nonchalantly as she took Rufio's hand and walked over towards her bed. She sat down on it and the others followed suit, surrounding her on the mattress. As they all tried to comfortably position themselves Wendy tried to think of a story that she could tell them but, none came to mind. She decided that she would have to make one up as she went.

"Once upon a time, in a faraway land lived a beautiful princess." She started, as all good tales did. "She had a glorious court and many wonderful jewels and gowns but, she was never truly happy."

"Why not?" One of the Lost Boys, Nibs, questioned. Rufio shushed him quickly, chiding him about not interrupting. Wendy continued on.

"You see, her family did not care about her and had decided to force her to marry even though she was still young. The princess was distraught by this and when her parents introduced her to her betrothed she…she spit in his face!" The boys gasped.

"That's not how girls act!...I think." One remarked quietly. Another nudged him to be quiet.

"Sadly, this did not have the desired effect and the man still wished to marry her. So, on the eve of her dreaded wedding she stared out her window and wished that she could be anywhere else but there. The princess was shocked when after voicing her wish she noticed a boy her age wandering in the gardens below her window. She asked him who he was and what he was doing down there for she had never seen him before. The boy chuckled and responded that he was off to go on an adventure. The girl was intrigued and questioned him about his so-called adventure. He told her that he was going to explore the world and all the realms within it. The princess did not believe him and called him a liar, demanding him to tell her a truth. He merely laughed again and dared her to join him. For what better way to prove that he was indeed being truthful than to go on the adventure with him herself? After a moment of consideration, she agreed and climbed out of her window, leaving her family and everyone behind. The boy and the girl went on many adventures together and he kept good on his word, showing her the world and all it had to offer. And the princess never had to think about her horrible family or the marriage she avoided ever again."

Wendy paused and sighed softly as she looked at the Lost Boys sprawled out around her. They all had been lulled to sleep by her soothing voice. Except for one, that is.

"Is that the end?" Rufio asked quietly, as he struggled against the tides of sleep trying to pull him under. "You didn't even tell us what kind of adventures they went on." He continued. A sweet smile appeared on Wendy's lips as she leaned down to kiss his forehead. It was her first genuine smile in years.

"That, my child, is a tale for another night. Now rest, you deserve it." Rufio snuggled into her side as he reached into his pocket.

"Here, have this." He said as he handed her a very small piece of wood. Carved onto it was a bouquet of intricate flowers, it had clearly taken him a long time to make. Wendy turned it over in her hand, marveling at the perfect craftsmanship.

"Thank you, it is very beautiful." Wendy said tenderly but, Rufio had already fallen asleep on her shoulder. She chuckled lightly as she too felt the tug of sleep, trying to pull her under as well. Her eyes fluttered softly as she sank deeper into her bed. She was dimly aware of a figure approaching where she lay. Wendy smiled sleepily as she realized who it was. Her mind was too far gone to think properly.

"Peter," She whispered as he came closer to her. He looked amusedly down at the bed and all the Lost Boys strewn about it.

"My dear Wendy," He said fondly, as he ran his fingers through her curls, being careful not to wake any of the boys. He bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek causing her eyes to shut in contentment. She was so tired and so comfortable that she forgot all of the bad history between the two and she was mentally transported back to her first time in Neverland, for that is what it felt like. Peter hadn't looked at her so adoringly and been so tender with her since that time so long ago. "Go to sleep, my darling." He whispered to her as he walked away. Wendy almost called out for him to stay with her, like he had before. She felt strangely alone without him by her side. But, she drifted off to sleep before she could.

Little did Wendy know, Pan was also thinking about her first time in Neverland. He had stayed hidden during her entire story, not wanting to interrupt. Instead, he had shut his eyes and had allowed himself to be transported back in time when, scenes like this had been common. He was enthralled by her story, like he had been by all of the tales she used to expertly weave. It was over far too soon. When he opened his eyes he had been entertained by the sight before him. The Lost Boys were all upon her bed, deep in sleep.

He didn't know what possessed him to approach Wendy, but he did. They had clearly both been affected by the magic of her story because she looked up at him with such a fond look like she used to and he couldn't help but give her a kiss. Even if it was just on the cheek. And then he had left, for he had been too overcome with nostalgic memories and he couldn't afford to be distracted, not now, when time was always slowly running out and he direly needed to find the heart of the truest believer.

Wendy awoke to an empty bed and quickly decided that last night had to have been a dream. Except…she looked down at her hand and saw that she was still clutching a beautifully carved piece of wood. So, it had been real.

She took a shuddering breath and shut her eyes and saw Peter's…no Pan's look of complete adoration that he had bestowed upon her the night before. No, she thought resolutely, that could not have truly happened. She must have dreamed that part of her evening. For his eyes were never just filled with fondness, they always had a cruel and mischievous edge to them…right?

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Thanks for reading! Hopefully it wasn't too confusing jumping around from POVs and storytelling and such. What did you think? Please let me know! :)

Did you guys like this chapter? I thought it would be interesting to see Wendy interacting with some of the Lost Boys and having to deal with the fact that this is not like her first visit to Neverland. (Seeing as this time she's technically a prisoner, but who likes technicalities anyways?) ;) Though, she clearly wishes things were as easy as they used to be!

If you guys liked it then I may add on to this one shot collection if not that's okay, I understand :)