Hello my dears, here's another update for you all! I'm really happy with the views this story is getting, and happy with all the Peter/Wendy fans out there :) There is no specific timeline or storyline to this story. It's just going to happen as I think of things to write. Please review with your thoughts because I'd love to hear them. Also feel free to give me some ideas!

Peter was carrying Wendy through the air. She had barely woken in the morning when he'd landed by her side and told her to close her eyes. It wasn't until she yawned a promise, and he waited a few seconds after she closed her lids to make sure, that he swept her off her feet and flew into the air.

They flew in silence. There was no need to talk. Peter and Wendy were comfortable that way, and it gave Wendy time to put her mind in order. She hadn't gotten the chance to ask Peter about the previous night's events, or how or why it all had to happen.

She struggled to match the weak, chained body to the strong, free one carrying her now. After they flew away and landed by the tree house that night, Wendy could only catch a glimpse of his blue (thankfully not dead-gray) eyes before the Lost Boys came tumbling home. All of them miraculously made it back, but not without cuts and bruises. Wendy's motherly instincts kicked in and she tended to all the boys. She even had to make some of them bathe so she could properly clean their wounds to prevent them from festering.

As she ordered the boys about, Wendy realized that she recognized none of them. Of course. The Lost Boys she knew were now her brother-cousins, and were safe with her Aunt Millicent. Nonetheless, these boys were the same as Lost Boys could be. They jumped and howled and romped about. They didn't act at all like they had just faced an entire ship of pirates and endangered their lives. Boys will be boys.

In the midst of tending to everyone, Wendy just hardly noticed Peter flying off with Tinker Bell into the night. She didn't get a chance to see if he had any cuts to clean or bandage. As she sent the boys off to bed, they showed her an empty mat for her to sleep on, but not before loudly complaining that they weren't tired one bit. Minutes later, Wendy softly laughed at the loud snoring reverberating through the tree house. She didn't feel right sleeping without seeing Peter, so she waited. She must have fallen asleep anyway because when she opened her eyes, it was bright, and she was sleeping on something softer than a mat on the floor. She vaguely remembered strong arms encircling her, carrying her somewhere.

Those arms were supporting her right now as they flew through the skies of Neverland. Wendy's thoughts started directing toward the person the arms belonged to. Who was he?

Wendy wasn't the little thirteen year old girl she used to be. A young boy would never have been able to literally sweep her off her feet like Peter did.

"Where are we going?" She asked over the wind rushing past them.

"You'll see soon," Peter responded. She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Well we better get there soon. It's getting hard to keep my eyes closed." Wendy could feel the chuckle of a young man rumbling through Peter's chest. She thought for a second the air around them got hotter.

Soon, as Peter said, Wendy felt her stomach drop slightly as he descended from the sky. When they landed and Peter put her down, Wendy was shocked at the suddenness of the ground and opened her eyes. Her gaze met his and she saw blue eyes, complete with an impish glint. They were a pair of eyes she saw only sometimes in her dreams. At least some features never change. She could feel warm again and had to prevent herself from floating into the air.

"Hey," Peter whined. "You promised!"

"Oh!" Wendy gasped as she shut her eyes again. She heard him laugh as he turned her shoulders around and led her forward.

"Peter, I'm going to trip!" Peter chuckled, promising again to be there soon.

"Okay," he said, stopping their walk. But as Wendy was about to open her eyes, a warm, calloused hand covered them. Her hands instinctively went to his on her face. It really was warm, and suddenly she felt safe. How long had it been since she felt so at home?

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

He slowly pulled his hand away and Wendy lowered hers, and opened her eyes. There were colors everywhere, as far as she could see. There were reds, oranges, yellows, and everything in between. There were even colors that she thought were impossible on flowers, but this was Neverland, and anything was possible. Wendy laughed and ran toward the flower field. Her screams of joy mixed with Peter's whoops of excitement. They picked flowers, smelled them, and made crowns and necklaces, laughing all the way.

Wendy laughed until she stopped in front of a wall of purple flowers growing up the side of a tree. Peter ran up and stood close next to her. He paused before slowly picking a single bloom. He turned to her and softly brushed aside her hair. She looked at him as he concentrated on fixing the flower into place. She didn't want his hand to leave her hair. She wanted to keep this moment forever. Peter set his eyes on Wendy's, and smiled.

"It's great to have you back."

"It's great to be home."

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~ Chucklebunny