A/N: Thanks for the adventure. "Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting." -J.M. Barrie
(P.O.V. Wendy)
Roughly five Earth years later I was walking on the beach as I did every day for the last two years. I was waiting. Slightly and Nate were off having great adventures. Often I regretted my decision to stay in Neverland. The boys didn't need me. But every day I hoped that Peter would one day return. No matter how many times the pixies told me, I knew, deep down, that mine and Peter's hearts were still connected. They always would be, bond or no bond. I sat down on the warm sand watching the waves break far off the shore. There was something floating off in the distance. It looked like a small raft. Perhaps I was being foolish. It had been five years. Wouldn't Peter have come back by now?
Just as I was about to leave, a huge wave came and dragged the small raft under. I stood and waited. What if someone had been on that raft? I never saw the raft come back up, but saw pieces of it float to shore. Still, I stood and waited. Not soon after, I saw somebody standing in the waves. It was a boy about my age with ruddy brown hair. He walked to the shore. I was standing at the shoreline waiting. He walked out and stared at me, water dripping from his shaggy hair. His brown eyes had a curious look in them as if he was trying to remember.
"Hi," he said scratching his head and looking away bashfully. I said nothing. He continued. "So, am I in Neverland? Because I remember a few years ago I was in a place called Neverland and I was told I had to leave. A girl named Wendy said that my heart would tell me when to return, and that she would be here waiting for me when I did returned. Please tell me you're Wendy, because I'm really tired of searching for her."
I smiled and nodded.