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Why swallows build in the eaves of houses	By : redhandedjill Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 8014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A special thanks to: lilly, pookie, pcbunny, Thunder Rose and Slytherin_Tiger for their wonderful and encouraging reviews! (It really does make me want to keep writing) I hope for all my readers that you enjoy this latest installment, and if all goes well, hopefully I’ll have the next chapter finished and uploaded by the beginning of next week!

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Where dreams are born and time is never planned

This is it.

Wendy's mind whirred this final sentence. This was the end for her. She was surely going to die. In the one moment in which she decided life was worth living again, she had slipped off her icy window ledge and into the street below.

When it had first happened, it had occurred so very slowly she felt as if she were dreaming. It was all so surreal. Her fingertips just missing the edge of her windowsill. Her hair flying up and almost blinding her. The feel of snow whirling around her as she fell.

She closed her eyes now, willing to a higher being to be gentle. To spare her even. She'd marry that oaf Jack. She'd apologize to her parents and even stupid Aunt Millicent! She was certain death was upon her now, its claws waiting to snap up a young fool like she and only one image remained.

Neverland.

Without warning, Wendy felt as two wiry arms snuggled around her body, stopping her unnatural plummet into the cold, wet ground below. Her eyes, which had been squeezed so tightly, shut before now opened slowly, tentatively.

Below her was the ground still a spell downward. She swallowed a shriek as she focused on the ground below her. It was quite wobbly and her head suddenly throbbed as she was pulled upward.

Pulled upward? Had she suddenly sprouted wings?

No. The feel of two arms around her slowly brought the realization that she was being held. And she knew exactly by whom. Who else?

She noticed they were approaching the nursery window, and Wendy offered a small gasp as she was gingerly placed on the windowsill. She climbed into the nursery quickly, not caring if she seemed a coward. Her back was to him.

She didn't dare turn yet. She needed her composure. She needed him to see her, as she always was when they were young. She was afraid he'd leave the moment he'd see her. The transition from child to woman in the span of ages twelve to twenty is nothing to laugh at. She wondered if he looked any different, and when the strain of curiosity proved to be too much, she turned to face him.

He hadn't grown any taller, that was for sure, as she saw him carelessly balancing on her windowsill, looking completely nonchalant and yet entertained. But that impish smile was more than familiar familiar. Still the jagged teeth that hadn't quite made it to an adult state, the pixie haircut filled with sun kissed highlights, and bright eyes that danced even when he was in the blackest of moods.

No, Peter Pan hadn't changed one bit.

"You came for me." Wendy managed to choke out, looking at the unaged face of her childhood companion. What had made him come here for her on tonight of all nights?

"You called me." Was the childlike, thoughtful response from the boy. Wendy was taken aback at this, until she remembered the faint wistful cry she'd spoken in the nursery hours before.

She smiled softly then, looking to this radiant youth atop her windowsill, looking proudly down at her, hands on his hips and a smile on his face. There was no malice or regret, no anger or grudge. Just a happy boy looking at an older friend. But was it a look of recognition she actually saw on his face? Or did he believe her to be another desperate child?

"Do you remember me, Peter?" Wendy was torn as she spoke, partly out of fear from what she'd hear. "Do you truly remember?"

There was a gentle moment of quiet calm, and before she could say or do anything more, Peter's face was inches from her own as he soared over to her. She felt her stomach tilt at the motion out of surprise. She felt his small nose brush against hers a moment before he pulled away thoughtfully.

"Your hair is darker, and you're quite a bit taller." A small smile curved on Peter's pinkish lips then. "But I'd recognize Wendy Darling anywhere. Do you still tell your stories? Oh tell me they haven't taken that from you."

Wendy felt a sudden welling of overjoyed elation. He did remember her. Peter Pan. He was youth, he was joy. And she knew exactly to which 'they' he was referring.

"No, but they've taken almost everything else." she offered solemnly. The two stood opposite one another a moment, Wendy solemn, and Peter seemingly a bundle of nerves.

“You’re not married are you?” Peter asked bluntly as Wendy stifled a frown. “Kissing and all that nonsense?”

“No, I’m not married yet.” Wendy started, and then giving a dramatic lift of her chin added;

“Never.”

Peter’s face broke out into a wide smile, and he suddenly glanced at his old companion and felt a flash of hope cross him.

"Come back with me, Wendy." Peter suddenly urged, his face alight and eager. "Come back to Neverland."

"You still wish for my company?" Wendy dared to ask the young man, feeling older than she ever had. She felt as if she could be his mother, even though it wasn't true. She didn't feel up to the challenge of being Peter's friend. She had simply grown up.

"Always." Peter remarked. "You never should have left."

"I'd feel foolish." Wendy suddenly replied, looking at her attire and noticing her obvious height difference. "Why, you'll all be children there. I'll tower over you all."

"Not all." Peter claimed in earnest, "Why there's boys that reach up to the tallest trees! Boys that drink the ocean! Wendy you must come back, the Lost Boys miss you terribly! You must tell us all your new stories!"

Wendy's smile soon died from her face at the last of the young hero's words, and when he realized he was the source of her unhappiness, Peter wished he'd never spoken them aloud in the first place.

"But I haven't any new stories, Peter." Wendy replied darkly, drawing deeper into the nursery, trying to hide herself from the moonlight outside her open windows. "Don't you see I've grown up? I'm a woman now, not a child."

She waited for his childlike tantrum. She waited for him to shrug and float off. But he did not. In fact when she looked to him, he seemed more otherworldly than usual.

"Some people grow up completely and lose their magic." Peter said slowly with a sad _expression. "And some may look grown up, but inside are just as young as me."

Wendy noticed he'd trailed off, not wishing to say any more. He didn't need to. When Wendy looked at the boy, actually looked at him, she saw everything that she'd desired in childhood adventure. He was here for a reason. He was here to take her away from all of this. He was giving her a second chance.

She felt her stomach fluttering at the thought of simply whisking away to Neverland right this moment. Why, what would her parents think when they arrived to see an empty nursery the next morning? Perhaps they would be better off without her?

There it was, all of a sudden swimming before her eyes. Neverland. Freedom. Adventure. And at that moment Wendy could almost hear Peter speaking out that poem from their first travels together.

"So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!"
Wendy suddenly approached the windowsill, looking to Peter with an unreadable _expression upon her face. She looked behind her forlornly a moment and then back to an expectant Peter.

"I've got my happy thought."

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Not even three minutes later, Wendy and Peter were soaring through the night sky, dodging the snowflakes that threatened to blind their vision. Around the clouds that offered nothing but rain, until they were higher, higher than before and looking down on a blanket of soft cloud.

"Are Michael and John still the same?" Peter asked loudly to Wendy as they flew.

"John is far too pompous for his age." Wendy giggled, "But Michael is the same."

"Good."

Peter suddenly dove downward, his feet darting out behind him as he sliced through the sky, emitting a worried squeal from Wendy as she watched the boy, not realizing she should know better.

When he didn't resurface from the graying clouds moments later, Wendy did in fact begin to worry slightly, in a most grown up fashion, whilst still trying to retain her happy thought to keep her from falling. She was seconds away from screaming for him when he suddenly appeared through the puffy clouds.

"Scare you?"

She noticed he'd taken some of the clouds and fixed them upon his face, giving himself thick eyebrows and an overly exaggerated moustache. He curled the forefinger on his right hand and gave his most fearsome growl.

"Do you know who I am, my beauty?"

Wendy giggled at the deep voice, which she recognized immediately. "Why you sir, are Hook!"

"Wrong!" Snarled the fake Hook, "It's Captain James Hook to you! For your impertinence I demand you walk the plank!"

Wendy was laughing then, not ladylike giggles, but full guffaws as they soared like magnificent birds. Peter had joined her moments later as the clouds began to evaporate from his young face.

They flew well into the night, and neither were tired. They talked of childish things (never grownup), of wishes and dreams, and of the many adventures they would conquer/

When he wasn't looking, Wendy allowed herself to glance at his youthful face with a slight feeling of envy, for he was forever the epitome of youth and joy and she was only glad to have a small part of it.

She forgot how long they flew for, and only began to count the time as they soared into the breaking sunlight of a new morning. Faster and further until a familiar feeling went through Wendy. A feeling that was hot and cold all at once. A feeling of childhood, with all its smells and tastes and feelings.

She felt Peter's hand grab her own excitedly as they prepared to fly downward. Wendy was suddenly filled with such thanks for Peter that she had to blink back the tears that threatened to fall.

Peter took no notice of this, and instead looked down to the grounds where his group of lost boys awaited his return. How excited they would be to see their familiar mother and storyteller!

Wendy looked down as well, her heart swelling as the familiar sights of Neverland overwhelmed and yet calmed her as her one happy thought intensified.

I'm home.

Meanwhile, down on the Jolly Roger, two figures were on the deck moving back and forth. One was a small, bumbling man with a white beard and yellowing bandana, peering through a telescope. The other was a tall man with dark curls and resplendent dressings upon him. It would be foolish for one not to notice the silver hook on the latter fellow's right hand, glinting in the morning's sunlight.

Wendy hadn't even taken any notice of the large ship as she soared into her childhood dream, she'd been so preoccupied with looking for the Lost Boys. Had she actually looked to the ship she would have seen two distant figures that could only be Smee, and Captain James Hook.

"I don't believe it." Smee suddenly exclaimed as he saw the two familiar figures flew overhead and down into the foliage covered bungalow that Captain Hook and his followers could scarcely manage to find.

“Believe what?” Drawled the irritable Captain. His icy blue eyes fell on the floundering Smee, and suppressed a large sneer, causing his thin moustache to twitch ever so slightly.

“Why…it’s Pan!” Smee said, noting as the Captain rolled his eyes skyward dramatically.

“What fascinating news, Smee.”

“But, he’s got someone with him! A grown up!”

“A grown up?” Hook said with a touch of irritation as he sauntered towards his assistant of sorts. “Smee you old fool, you’re obviously slipping in your old age. Pan does not retrieve grown ups to bring back to Neverland. It simply isn’t done.”

“But Captain!” Smee insisted, his face pinched tightly together. “I seen it with me own to eyes!"

"Give me that." Came Hook’s growl as his good hand grasped the telescope out of the chubby pirate's hands. His own stormy blue eyes observed the sight that had Smee so flabbergasted seconds before. It took the Captain a minute to find the two coming down from the sky, and another moment or two to recognize whom this ‘grown up’ was.

When Hook finally did observe and recall the familiar, pale floating figure from his past, his cruel lips curved into that of a sadistic smile, and he spoke in a voice so filled with venom that Smee slightly trembled.

"She's back."

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