Chii note: Hey! Since I'm getting used to this, I know my chapters will lengthen and I promise that as the store goes it'll get more interesting :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, book, movie or cartoon. So, I own no characters as well! Dreamy Sigh I sure wish Peter was mine though. Ack! Baka! Back to the story! Right! Here's Chapter two:

Adventure Begins

"Wendy! Come child, your father is waiting!"

"Coming mother!"

Turning away from the stairs, Mrs. Darling entered the living room, stifling a giggle at her husbands frazzled pacing. He was so nervous that he had accidentally clipped his pocket watch chain to his sleeve and his tie was practically vertical! With a fond smile, Mrs. Darling approached her muttering husband.

"Dear, you are utterly way to up tight!" Reaching out, she unclipped his pocket watch from his sleeve and tried to clip it to it's rightful place on his vest, but he spun around and continued to mutter small talk under his breath. "Now really George, there is nothing to be so nervous about!"

"What's that?" His thoughts interrupted, he turned towards his wife. His face a comic picture of confusion.

"Darling, are you that worried about Wendy's debut?"

"Worried? Who said I was worried?"

At Mary's raised eyebrow, Mr. Darling relented.

"All right. Yes, I'm worried. I don't want anything to go wrong like it did last time with the bank manager! Wendy is still my little girl and..."

"And she will always be your little Wendy. But it is time for her to grow up, George. We talked about this."

Mary's calm voice brought Mr. Darlings worries to simmer. That was one thing he loved about her. She had a never-ending love, trust and faith with the ones she loved.

"Yes, your right. Everything will go smoothly and our Wendy will shine." He smiled warmly at his wife. "Just like her mother."

Beaming with approval, Mary moved in and set his bow to rights and clipped his watch chain to his vest. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she hugged him. "Don't you dare think for a moment I believe you," she grinned as he laughed.

"I'm ready Papa!"

George and Mary went to the bottom of the staircase, holding hands in silent excitement. Up the stairs stood a radiant beauty. Dazzling blue eyes matched the sparkling blue ball gown that clung to her bosom and sloped inward to reveal a lithe waist. The fabric shimmered as it flared from her waist and brushed the floor. White elbow length gloves outlined her delicate hands. The silver ribbons that created little designs in her dress were also strung about in her hair. To which was fluffed and brought back, away from her face. Her smile was full as she waited for a comment.

"Well? What do you think?" She spun around, lifting her arms as if she were a fairy princess.

Mary beamed at her daughter. She looked wonderful in the dress she had bought her. "You look lovely dear," her mother said, her pride lighting her eyes even more when Wendy curtsied prettily. "I have never seen you so beautiful! Don't you agree George? George?"

Mr. Darling, however, was speechless. That couldn't be his daughter that not but a week ago was running around the house with a sword, being chased by a team of rampaging boys! This couldn't be the same little girl that had look up at his face, with dirt on her face and a black eye, and say; 'The boy was asking for it! It was his fault he called me a lady!' Lost in his memories, he kept opening and closing his mouth, unable to voice his own opinion about his daughter's appearance.

"Wendy, your father thinks you look marvelous!" Mary hastily assured her daughter as she nudged her husband in the ribs. Who promptly closed his mouth firmly and beamed.

"I know mother." Wendy smiled.

"Wendy!"

There was a loud slam and many pounding feet as each one of Wendy's brothers ran down the hallway to her. Each face was clean and nightgowns were donned, thanks to an undoubtedly very tired Nana. Wendy's brothers crowded around her.

"Wow, Wendy! You look Beautiful!"
"Thank you, John." "You look like a flower!"
"Oh Michel, thank you." "Have fun at the ball Wendy!" "Can we come too, Wendy? Please?"
"No, I'm afraid not." "Well, then can you tell us a story before you go?" "Yeah! Tell us a story Wendy!"
"I can't!" "Hows about a story about ol' Pan an' Hook?" That was greeted with a cheer.

"Settle down you lot! I can't tell you a story tonight. I have to go, but I promise to tell you two stories tomorrow night!" Wendy chuckled at their sullen faces. She loved each and every one of those faces. They constantly cheered her up when she was down and laughed and played with her, and interacted with her stories. One way that she repaid them back for all that they had given her was to tell them stories, every night she could. For a while, when she had still held onto her dreams of Peter, it hurt her to tell his stories. But in letting go, she was able to retell them. "I have to go now. Get a good sleep, all of you!"

Ignoring their protesting complaints and mumbled good nights, she swept down the stairs where her father was waiting with the door open. Her mother kissed her brow and wished her good luck. With a whispered, 'take care of your father,' she went up the stairs and herded the gaggle of boy's back to the nursery. To which was greeted with many: 'If Wendy gets to stay up, why can't we?'

Laughing, Wendy turned back to her father as he held out her over coat to her.

"You look wonderful, truly." Mr. Darling said somberly as he helped her into the sleeves.

"Thank you, Papa."

A slow grin spread across George's face as he presented his arm to his daughter. The cab waited at the base of the steps, as the driver stood with the door open. The spotted stallion clicked his hoofs impatiently on the cobblestones.

"Shall we?"

Wendy looked up into her father's proud gaze. Watching as a flash of uncertainty caught her attention. Taking his arm, she motioned regally with a wave of her hand to escort her. Pleased in the chuckle she earned. "Yes, I do love a new adventure!"
Chii note: Sitting on a tree branch, looking down at her readers.Thanks for reading, please Read and Review for me. Tell me what you think! Laughing she swings down to the ground. Slumping against the roots and leaning against the tree, she writes the next chapter.