Hello all. It's been a very long time since I seriously wrote a fanfiction, and even longer since I wrote a Peter Pan one (which can no longer be found online, as it was discontinued and honestly kinda crappy). However I've had an idea for this story written down in a notebook from who-knows-how-long-ago, and decided to pursue it. I'd actually previously uploaded this story, but discontinued it as well. However, now that I'm in college for Creative Writing, my yearn to create has been revived and I want to try this again.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Never-verse. Peter Pan and all its subsequent titles belong to J.M. Barrie (mostly) and Disney (second mostly). Other parts of the Never-verse are borrowed from Steven Spielberg's Hook, Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson's The Starcatchers series, Geraldine McCaughrean's Peter Pan in Scarlet, and Disney's Fairies of Pixie Hollow series. Pretty much I tried to include every element I could of the Never-verse from vast interpretations while still staying close to canon. Also there's a reference to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End in there.

Note: This fic ignores the very last paragraph in J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan, where it states that every generation of Darling females are called on by Peter. In regards to Jane, this story follows Disney's Return to Neverland. After Jane (Margaret, etc.), no other Darling girls have been visited.

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Prologue

In all of Neverland's history, only two girls have been flown in from Earth's face. The first was story-sculptress and Londoner, Wendy Darling, along with her two younger brothers. The second was, some years later in a case of mistaken identity, Wendy's feisty daughter Jane. Wendy had gone willingly, excitedly, to the home of her newfound friend Peter Pan, while Jane had been abducted and annoyed by Peter's arch nemesis, Captain James Hook.

Besides them, only boys ever arrived in Neverland, led there either by Peter Pan or by pixies. The latter very rarely took children in themselves, the only one in recent history being Peter, though there is some debate on whether they had a hand in Hook and his crew's arrival, or the source of the Indians. Naturally, it's been so long (much longer than one would think, as barely anyone ever ages in Neverland) that none of the participants really remembers their own history. There was just Before-Neverland, and Neverland.

Only the pixies and the mermaids were true Neverland natives, all others had a Before-Neverland. The Indians graced the North American plains, one with the land in nature and spirit. No one quite knows how they transferred from Earth to star; one day they were travelling through forestry and somewhere between their entrance and exit, American woods became the Neverwood. Some of the elders murmur of twinkling bells and whispering winds during the journey, but others are adamant that everything was perfectly normal until it wasn't.

The pirates mostly know how they arrived – they'd been searching for a mysterious treasure island rumored to be at the ends of the world. One massive waterfall and a blinding green light later, and they were sailing into Cannibal Cove. They had believed that they'd found the treasure island, but instead were met with murderous mermaids, annoyed Indians, and pestering pixies. For many years the crew attempted to sail back to Earth, but couldn't find a way off the second-star-to-the-right. And some time later, they finally made the acquaintance of Peter Pan.

Peter, unlike most Lost Boys after him, completely recalls his Before-Neverland. As a newborn, he escaped his pram and ran away to Kensington Gardens, where he played with fairies. Upon his attempt to return home, his parents already had a new baby and a shut window, and he thus assumed that he was no longer wanted. So he returned to the fairies, who helped him whisk off to the Neverland all children create in their imagination. However Peter's imagination was so powerful that, with the aide of special brand pixie dust known as "starstuff," his Neverland came into fruition, earning a permanent spot in the galaxy.

Since then, the only inhabitants of Neverland that have come and indefinitely gone are the many generations of Lost Boys. Fallen from prams or lost, children who aren't tended to after a week are guided by the endlessly young Pan to his Neverland. Once they start to grow up (their impermanence in the magical land ingrained in their soul, unbeknownst to them and to the discouragement of their fearless leader), Peter "thins them out." Almost always, this means that they are sent back to Earth's face to grow up. Peter deliberately never finds out what happens to them.

In fact, the only ones Peter ever checked on after their return from Neverland were the Darling children and the Lost Boys who went with them. They were his favourite group of children ever – his best Boys to date, and the Girl who changed him forever. But they all left him, determined to grow up and be part of a real family and then later start their own. And he did okay for a while, checking on them, listening to Wendy's stories (all about him, of course), and making sure that his makeshift family was okay and wouldn't forget him. But slowly they did start to forget, their growing minds replacing adventures and whimsy with boring adult things, and so Peter stopped visiting. He purposely recruited a new bunch of boys so similar to the Found Boys (as he's so dubbed them – even if they forgot about him, he vowed to never forget anyone ever again) that everyone just pretended that they were the same ones, even calling them by the same names. He had all the same adventures and conversations as he could with them, like nothing ever changed. He told them the story of the Wendy Bird so many times and in such detail that the lads practically believed that they'd been the Boys that lived it.

So when Hook kidnapped young Jane and brought her to Neverland, no one said a word about the change in Boys. Jane had always scoffed at her mother's stories, so it never occurred to her that the Lost Boys were not one and the same. The permanent residents of the island went along with it, and soon even Peter started to believe his pretend, just a little bit. Jane departed soon after, and Peter had an admittedly nice reunion with a fully grown Wendy. Then everything completely went back to normal.

That is, until, a particularly strong imagination caught the attention of Pixie Hollow. Scouts were sent, and they watched. They watched the imaginer dream and bring those dreams to life. They watched the imaginer struggle with the pressure to grow up. They watched the imaginer until they couldn't watch any more…and started to take action.

Some sprinkles of starstuff and suddenly the imaginer couldn't stop imagining Neverland and Peter Pan. Dreams and stories were created – new adventures that the imaginer didn't know were all too real.

Neverlanders and the imaginer separately watched in awe as the mermaids drowned three of Hook's crew at the Black Castle, the Lost Boys nearly get eaten by the crocodile at Skull Rock (both Slightly and the croc lost an eye to the other, the former now donning an eye-patch and the latter now sporting a jagged scar and an even worse attitude), and the return of the Jolly Roger to Earth's face only to turn back quickly thereafter, much discouraged, as they were a few hundred years too late for piracy as they'd known it. The Lost Boys' ages were starting to add up, Hook is now seething at Pan for making him and his crew stuck in Neverland past their prime, and the pixie population was at an all-time low. Ever so slowly, Never Never Land was losing its magic and lightness. There just weren't enough children in world believing anymore. So the pixies kept nurturing the imaginer's dreams until their imagination was so bright that even Peter could see it.

So down to London Peter flew, Tinker Bell ever at his side, for the first time in forever. No searching was even necessary – the imagination in question shone in his mind's eye so clearly that it was like fireworks were going off at its location. Peter soared through the thick English air, careful to stay in the scarce shadows, cursing modern technology and its annoying ability to easily get him discovered. Tinker Bell's dainty, involuntary fairylight did not really help either, but Peter would never curse his best friend.

It was precisely the witching hour when Peter and Tink finally slipped through the imaginer's open window. In this day and age, keeping one's window open was not a very smart idea, but somehow great imaginations knew that open windows brought good things. Tinker Bell, often more thoughtful and calculating than her companion, took the open window as a good omen and lit the way towards the nearby bed where the imaginer slept soundly. Peter perched on the bed frame and stared down at the sleeper, their imagination's brightness finally toning down enough so that he could see their face.

When he did, he was startled to find a pair of curious hazel eyes staring straight back at him. He propelled himself backward through the air, his back thumping where wall met ceiling. Tink, startled herself by Peter, twinkled madly at the imaginer despite knowing that they would only hear bells.

The imaginer barely gave attention to the pixie, however, as their eyes were still locked with the flying boy.

"Peter Pan…"

Peter, acutely aware of the admiration and awe his name was said with, drifted back down to the bed frame, hands on hips and chin high. "Aye, it is me," he bent forward at the waist, moss green eyes drawing closer to the hazel, "and who are you?"

The shell-shocked but nonetheless delighted imaginer quickly untangled from the bed's blankets and stood as evenly as possible on the soft mattress, then bowed deeply, eyes never wavering from Peter's.

"I'm Tamsin Darling, pleased to make your acquaintance."

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I know that there's a lot of expository in this chapter, but I wanted to set up the world correctly first, ya know? Especially since I'm blending so many versions?

Anyway, I hope you liked it. Please let me know ways you think I could improve upon this. Thanks for reading.