Peter stared down at the woman on the bench. Seven days ago she was a twelve year old, now… He considered sitting next to her when the door swung open again, he heard Aunt Millicent squeal with delight then was muffled by the closed door. "Hello." Wendy said not looking down from the stars. "Why don't you come inside?" Was the soft reply and Mrs. Darling came into view.
"I'm OK out here. You don't have to stay with me." Wendy looked at her mother as she sat down. "What's wrong, Wendy? You've been off all day."
Wendy sighed and looked back at the stars. She pointed at one of them "That is where we passed through to get to Neverland. "Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning."" Wendy chuckled to herself, then her voice became low and serious, "It's been exactly seven years since I've seen him. I know I'm married but not a day goes by when I don't think about him." Married? To that… Man? Peter felt distraught as well as overjoyed.
"Peter will never return. He has moved on and so should you. You and Harry love each other." Wendy nodded but didn't say anything.
"Why don't you go back inside, mother. I will be in, in a moment." Mary Darling smiled at her daughter and did as she requested.
"Oh, Peter." Wendy whispered, "We miss you. You told me you'd come back." Her voice shook slightly and he distinctly heard her sniff.
Peter wanted to go down, what would he say? "To live would be an awfully big adventure." He thought to he could decide a voice above him stopped his thoughts, "Hey, you… Boy." Peter looked up at the window, Harry was stood staring at him. "Oh my goodness gracious me, you're Peter Pan." Peter was wondering what to say to this. He flew up nearer the man's face. "Know of any other flying boys?" He had bitterness in his voice.
"But-I-thought-you-were-"
"A story, I know. Wendy would have thought you would think her crazy if she told you the truth." Peter smiled slightly.
"Why are you here?" Harry spluttered.
"I came to see Wendy and my friends." Peter said as though giving an order.
"So you do… I mean did love her? I guessed from the stories but…" Harry stopped because Peter was looking down at Wendy again. "Oh." Harry added noticing Peter's expression. "She does this every year, always today."
"This is the day we brought her home, it was the last time I saw her." Peter mumbled.
"If she's crying I guess she loved you too." Harry raised half of his lip.
"I didn't realise it had been so long." Peter told him.
"I didn't realise it was you she was crying over. She told me that her friend died seven years ago today." Harry's expression changed from jealousy to sadness, he added, "Have you said "hello" to her yet?"
"No, I was thinking about it but… She's… She's a lady. Not the Wendy we used to call "mother" and she's married," Peter turned to Harry, "to you." Harry felt a strange compassion for the boy suddenly, Peter looked as though someone had hit him in the face, he had tears in his eyes and a mixture of jealousy, anger and sadness covered his face.
Harry looked over Peter's shoulder and his eyes grew wide as a gold dot zoomed towards them. "Duck." Harry said before doing so. Peter looked around and caught Tink in his hand. She was making rapid tinkling bell noises, "Yes I know, Tink. Yes, I'm sorry. I had to see- Yes, Tink. I haven't spoken to anyone but him. You didn't tell me it's been seven years!" He finally made Tink stop and Harry stood, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. Tink started makeing the same noises again but slower.
Eventually Tink stopped by this time Peter was pretty much on the ground. He rose back-up to Harry's level. Peter didn't want to translate to Harry so stared at Tink. "What did she say?" Harry asked anyway.
"She was trying to help me and Wendy "move on" generally she is jealous." Peter snarled at through her away from him. Wendy stirred and got up from the bench. "She'll be returning in a minute. Are you going to speak to her?" Harry looked worried.
Peter looked behind him and back at Harry, she couldn't know. Peter raised his hand in a salute, grinned and flew off into the distance closely followed by Tink.
Wendy walked into the nursery, Harry was stood by the window looking at the sky. Something flashed gold in front of him. She ran to the window and looked both in front and above her but no one was there. "What's wrong, honey?" Harry asked innocently.
"I thought…" She stopped and looked at her husband. "I guess I wish I could see Peter again so much that now I think I saw Tink." Wendy shook her head. Her many brothers had been listening and were shocked that she had pretty much told Harry that Peter was real. "Well… Maybe you should know." Harry told Wendy about his meeting Peter.
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"I should have spoken to her."
Peter's declaration was followed by the tinkling of bells.
"You're wrong she would have wanted to see me. She was crying over me wasn't she?"
Silence. "Tink. She's married." Peter sat and let a tear fall down his cheek. "There is another in your place, he is called husband" Hook's words floated around Peter's mind. "I shall die alone and unloved just like, he said." Peter muttered letting a tear drop down his nose. Tink flew over to him, she had been keeping her distance in case he lashed out. She stood on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. He sniffed and laughed, "Thanks, Tink." Not noticing the way her wings fell slightly.
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That's it. I know it was short but I hope you liked it.