A/N Hey, thanks for all the encouragement, it means a lot :3 I'll be updating verryyy soon (it's one thirty now, so probably like nine tomorrow night) because next chapter has no plot at all.

Also, haven't been doing this like I should, but I don't own Peter Pan, although the copyright is technically up… but… whatever.

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It was not until Wendy was an hour late for her own engagement party that John and Michael began to wonder about her whereabouts. They hadn't exactly expected her to be thrilled; they'd seen the man she was to marry. Edward is frightfully nice, and a proper English Gentleman. John chided himself and quietly stepped away from party, casting a look at Michael. He made his way towards the stairs that lead to the nursery, allowing Michael to silently fall into step behind him.

They had grown quite close since they were children, no longer fighting for anything but jest; and hardly that. When Wendy was sent to the hospital the first time Michael had all but stopped talking, and he never started up again. John was meant to lead his little brother through life, just as he led him down the corridor towards the nursery.

Michael Nicolas Darling was a teenage boy of few words. At fourteen he already towered over his seventeen year old brother and his father; and was far darker than everyone in his family, in more than just complexion. If it's Pan, I'll gut him. Michael promised himself as he turned the corner.

The metallic scent of blood was the first thing that greeted the boys as John reached for the door knob and twisted.

Michael pushed John out of his way and cracked open the door just the slightest bit.

"I'm the older brother." John whimpered, more from his nerves than from any real feelings of inadequacy.

"Wendy!" Michael gasped, as his eyes locked with what was left of Wendy's head.

Wendy backed away from the man, shaking her head slightly. Her eyes were wide with fear and her heart raced, hammering against her cheat in a painful manner.

"You wouldn't." She hissed as she was backed into a tree.

"I would, dear, trust me." He smiled coyly, holding a hand out to her, and laughed as Wendy screamed.

"Oh, oh, god. Peter!" She threw her arms up, but too late to stop the mud from landing in her hair and dripping onto her face.

She was covered in mud, absolutely soaked through to every bone in her body; she hadn't felt this good in years. Her skipped as she jumped up, and with a face full of mud, kissed her not-Peter on the mouth.

Then she was running, smile reaching ear to ear as she ran off laughing. She had just wanted to feel free, to let her hair down and run aroundn like she was a little girl again. She wanted the mud caked hair, the calloused bare feet, and sun kissed bronze skin that she had always associated with Peter. She had started to look so much like him too. They could be siblings if it wasn't for her bright red hair and sparkling blue eyes, Peter had always had a much more mischievous look about him. That plus the fact that he was always getting into trouble.

"Wendy, oh, Wendy." He called after her, and she knew he had to be flying because his leg wasn't fully healed yet, he still needed a cane or crutches to walk around on.

She heard the crashing of the waterfall before she saw it, and knew immediately what was going to happen. She had always imagined skinny dipping with someone…

She began to peel the leaf garments, she saved the fur ones for sleeping, off as she became closer and closer to the water.

When she hit the beach and was sure it was empty she turned around, waiting for him to catch up.

"Are you going to come swim, Peter? The water feels just perfect." She let her tongue roll of the last word as he came into view, just as she dipped her toe into the surface layer of the crystal blue stream.

"Unexpected." She heard him mumble, but she plunged into the water before he could object,

The water was just perfect, cool enough to refresh, but warm enough to luxuriate in. Wendy was luxuriating. She kept her breath held tight as she swirled her hair around and wiggled her finger through to loosen mud and tangles. Popping up for one second to see Peter still deliberating, she let her float up on her back, exposing her chest, and she began to let her hands roam, rubbing patches of caked on dirt away and slowly she passed a hand over her pebbled nipples gently. She heard Peter's intake of breath, ragged, and then he made a large splash jumping into the water near her.

"Wendy." He breathed in her ear when he resurfaced, letting his lip gently rub against her earlobe "You were so young last time you were here… now you're…" She could hear the blush in his voice.

"I'm old. I grew up, and I regret it every day." She admitted, turning to face him.

"You're not old." Suddenly his eyes betrayed that he wasn't remembering anymore, he wasn't thinking as her Peter.

Her heart soared. He had been, just then. Maybe it was her Peter who chose to jump in after her.

"Older than you." She cooed, lifting an arm out and making little waves in the water in front of him.

"Maybe you're the same age as me, but no older."

"I just turned 18." She sighed, but leaned in again, wanting to end any conversation with the new Peter. She wasn't sure how she felt about him, but he looked just the same as her Peter. It would be easy to get lost with him. She sighed to herself, admiring the shine of the sun on his golden highlights, watching the rise and fall of his chest as she slowly trailed her hands from the water to place them, palms down on his pecs. It would be easy to let her hormones take control, and wasn't that what Never land was about, giving into instinct, going on wild adventures.

"Wendy… You said…"

"Shut up, for once." She smirked and then their lips smacked together. Without the idea of the children watching, and with no clothes keeping them apart Wendy let her hands wander.