Again, sorry so short but I wanted to give yall something, as a Valentines Day gift :-P I'm writing more as we speak! I'll be back this weekend to post more-keep those reviews coming!

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"Peter? Peter. Peter, love, wake up."

"Mmm. Wendy?" Peter blinked several times and sat up, groaning. What an awful dream he had had. Horrible words between him and Wendy and then she had left. He looked around and frowned. Where was he? This wasn't his room. It wasn't even his house! But with a closer look, he discovered it was actually his old home, the hideout in the tree. The room was messy and looked as if a tornado had been through. Wendy would never let the house get to be that state.

"Peter, are you up yet?" Peter gasped loudly and his head shot up. A glowing light hovered over him and he blinked several times, shaking his head, telling himself this wasn't possible. Tinkerbell watched him worriedly, her hands on her hips.

"Tink? Is that you?"

"Of course it's me. Who were you expecting?"

"Where's Wendy?" Tink's face darkened.

"Wendy? Why would you be asking about her?"

"Because she's my wife! What's happened to her?" Tink stared at him in alarm.

"Peter, are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm just…confused."

"Yeah. I'll say. Why would a little boy get married? To a mortal, on top of it."

"What are you—" But Peter's eyes shot open as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He ran to it and poked and prodded his face. It was a boy's face, that was for sure. Baby cheeks, dimples, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips no matter how he tried to cast it away. His blonde curls were tousled as ever and his body was filthy, covered in dirt and dust.

"What's happened to me?" he said softly. Tink landed on his shoulder and cocked her head.

"You don't look any different to me."

"I've grown up, Tink! I grew up for her. I married her and had children with her. What has happened?"

"Peter, you just had a very scary dream, that's all. Everything's fine. You're the young Prince of Neverland! And guess what? Hook's ship has been spotted again. What do you say we fly over there and have some fun with the pirates?"

"But Hook's dead. Come to think of it…you're dead too." Tink jingled in protest.

"I'm very much alive, as you can plainly see. Peter, WHAT has gotten into you?"

"I-I don't know. This doesn't make sense. I don't understand how this happened. And where is Wendy?"

"She's in London, where you left her almost eight years ago."

"EIGHT years?! EIGHT?" Tink nodded. "And I haven't been back to see her at all?"

"I'd thought you had forgotten about her, to be honest. You haven't mentioned her name until now. Do you even remember the Lost Boys' names?"

"Of course! Slightly, Nibs, Curly, Tootles, and the twins…Ben and Frank, now."

"Ew, what horrible names. Well I'm surprised. Last time I asked, you had no idea who I was talking about. I thought you forgot so easily. I certainly did." Peter shook his head, starting to pace the room.

"No, no, this can't be happening. HOW did this happen?" He glanced down and saw the amethyst at his feet.

"No way," he said softly, bending to pick it up.

"Oh yeah, the mermaids gave that to you. Still don't know why you're keeping it, it's an ugly thing and awful heavy." Peter turned it over in his hands.

"I never said anything about erasing my past. I said I wanted things to go back to the way they were. That meant I wanted things to be alright between me and Wendy! I don't want a life without Wendy."

"You said you would never grow up for anyone, Peter. Not even her. Why would you start talking nonsense now?" Peter glanced at her and bit her lip. It couldn't be true. The magical stone had done this?! The mermaid had said he would stop growing but she never said it would change his life. Tink continued to watch him and jumped when Peter violently shook the stone.

"Tell me what to do, you stupid stone. Tell me!"

"Peter…"

"You don't understand, Tink. This isn't my life. It's been changed, somehow."

"You're right, I don't understand. Because just last night you were talking about how you hate adults and no adult is allowed here. It's against your rules. You said you would never grow up, not ever."

"You're not understanding me! This is some kind of…alternate reality. I have to get back to my life. My wife and children." Tink nearly fell out of the air.
"Children? Peter Pan having children? Now I've heard everything!"

"But it's true! Ugh, I need to speak with Renya."

"The mermaid? You banished her ages ago." Peter's head shot up.

"What? No I didn't."

"Yeah, she suggested you marry the Indian princess, Tiger Lily, and you banished her for the suggestion. Don't you remember?"

"Marry Tiger Lily? What?!" Tink's brow furrowed.

"You really don't remember anything…do you?" He shook his head sadly.

"Well, how about I take you through Neverland to try to jog your memory? The Lost Boys are still out hunting."

"Lost Boys? I thought they were in London now."

"You have new Lost Boys. Children that have fallen out of their prams. You don't remember their names?"

"Just tell me, Tink. Can't you see I don't remember anything?"

"Let's go and find them. Maybe you'll remember when you see them. And we can fly over and say hello to Hook." Peter winced and Tink noticed. "You're not…afraid of him, are you?"

"I've beat him many times before. But he…well, he nearly killed Wendy."

"I know. He made her walk the plank."

"No, I mean after that."

"Oh. In your alternate reality." Peter gritted his teeth.

'THIS is my alternate reality," he hissed but Tink pretended not to notice. She flew up and out of the hole and Peter took off after her.