A/N: See? It didn't take that long...it's only been a couple of hours. :) Peter Pan at last. ~Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Peter Pan is not mine--how unfortunate. Disclaimer is also on my profile. ;)

"You won't forget about me will you?"

The words echoed 'round and 'round Peter's head. They jumbled together and gave him a terrible headache. Where had he heard them before? He lay himself on his bed, the pillow over his head, thinking.

He lay there for what seemed like eternity, but he simply could not remember. And the words would not leave his mind. The racking they made left Peter quite ill-tempered, and he rose up out of bed in a fury.

"Why?!" he cried up to no one in particular. "Why me?!"

He stomped around the little house, causing quite a racket, and waking Tinkerbell. She was very unhappy to have been woken, and spent a good five minutes cussing at Peter. But he did not care. The noise in his brain was intensifying, and it was painful. He clutched at his head shouting, "Shut up, will you!"

Tink took this offensively. But when Peter did not respond to her insults, she looked him over again. Something was obviously paining him. Now she was worried. She flew in front of him, asking what was the matter, and he managed to say, "This voice keeps bothering me, and I don't know what it means!" But he would not cry—not in front of Tink, who was sure to make fun of him for it.

With a tinkle of bells, she inquired what exactly the voice was saying, and he repeated it. She gasped knowingly, but did not want to tell Peter the truth and have him flying off to Wendy again. So instead, she told him she had no idea what the words meant, and flew off, obviously trying to make a quick escape. He would get over it, she concluded. He had to.

But he would not get over it. For five days, he did not leave the little house—he was in too much pain. Tink watched him nervously, but, because of her own selfishness, refused to tell him the truth.

On the sixth day, the words ceased to bother him. But they were now forever engrained in his memory—it was impossible for him to forget them. Not that he forgot anything, and this was the truth—as this is what he believed. But when he looked in the mirror, he gasped.

He had grown several inches taller, and his features were more defined, though in his eyes remained that mischievous glint, on his mouth that playful smile, and in his heart he was still a child—though somewhat changed.

"What is happening to me?!" he wailed, and this time, he cried. It didn't matter if Tink saw. Not that she would have made fun of him now, after all she had let him suffer through. She simply crept away noiselessly, guiltily.

And then a brilliant idea struck him, and he exclaimed, stopping the flow of his tears, instantly, "Oh the cleverness of me!" And then flew out the doorframe—he did not need the door itself, for he was always flying in and out and was one day bound to fly straight into the thing.

All he had to do, he told himself, was to find the meaning of those words. Maybe then, he would be safe from growing up anymore—because he was sure that whoever had spoken those words had been the cause of his recent change.

"To the mermaids!" he declared. Because if anyone was sure to know anything, it was sure to be them.

When he came to the Lagoon, the mermaids were glad to see him, as always—but even gladder that he had grown. The mermaids had always been certain he would grow to be a handsome man, but he had refused to grow up. But they still found him intriguing.

"Well, what does it mean?" he demanded of the merfolk, upon telling them what had happened.

"It means you have forgotten someone. Who have you forgotten, Peter?" the mermaids wondered.

"I don't know!" he said, astonished. "If I have forgotten, how am I supposed to remember what I have forgotten?!" It was hopeless! The mermaids felt remorse for the boy, and asked how they could help.

"Tell me everything you know!" said Peter, "Because you know many things, and one may be the one I have forgotten!"

So they complied. And for hours and hours, Peter sat by the Lagoon, listening to the mermaids intently, his face never faltering to a frown, for Peter Pan had no real sense of time…

But it turned out Peter had forgotten many things—for he did not know half the things the mermaids told him. He scratched his head in puzzlement.

Then, as the mermaids told the story of Captain Hook, the Lost Boys, and the Darling children, the voice returned, plaguing Peter's mind.

"You won't forget about me, will you?"

Wendy. Came another voice. Wendy Moira Angela Darling.

So Peter dared to ask, "Who is this Wendy?"

He mermaids looked at him in disbelief. Peter Pan, forgotten Wendy? The mermaids seemed quite pleased about his question, though. They had never liked the girl, but it was only because of their jealously. Many women become quite vicious over the adoration of Peter Pan. But they told him anyways.

He bows, she curtsies.

"What is your name?" he asks.

"Wendy," she responds. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling."

Apparently, the Wendy was a girl. The girl he had brought with him to the Neverland. She had two brothers, but none of that mattered to Peter. A strange but familiar scene kept playing behind his eyes.

"Boy, why are you crying?" asks the girl in the nightgown.

He bows, she curtsies.

"What is you name?" he asks.

"Wendy," she responds. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling." She pauses.

"And you?" though she already knows.

"Peter Pan."

She was his mother, they say. She patched up the knee-holes in their trousers and made sure the boys were in bed by seven, and never, never, let them eat the rich, green cake they found around the island, which had secretly been poisoned by Hook and his crew. But Peter wasn't listening anymore. He was somewhere else, in the deep recesses of his mind as he remembered their last encounter.

"Peter!" she calls.

He turns.

"You won't forget about me, will you?"

At last he knew. Wendy. His Wendy. How long had it been? A look of glee came upon his face as he thought of her, remembering.

But then a more sinister thought crept upon Peter—had she grown up?

He flew high in the sky, not even remembering to thank the mermaids, and headed for the mainland, with only one thought in his mind:

Wendy.

A/N: So the kid finally remembers. :)