Synopses: Continues from the end of the 2003 movie. Inspired by its alternate ending. All have grown up and now their children know of the adventures of Peter Pan. Upon one night, as they all slept in the nursery of Wendy's home, a young boy flies in through the window, requesting a story from Jane, so she tells the true story of the boy who would never grow old.

Chapter 1: Tell Me a Story

"...but I was never to see Peter Pan again...and now I tell his story to my children, and they will tell it to theirs...and so it will go on...for all children grow up....except one..." As she spoke the last words, Wendy looked around the room at all the blinking eyes, trying desperately to stay awake for the ending to their favorite story.

"That was wonderful Mama...just like every other night" said the girl in Wendy's old bed as she looked up into her mother's smiling face.

"Thank you Jane, now off to the land of dreams, darling." She said, and Jane obediently turned onto her right side, while Wendy pulled the covers over her shoulders and gently brushed the hair away from her face, leaning over to place a tender kiss on her forehead.

The nursery resounded with the soft murmurs of goodnights spoken through barely parting lips as Wendy made her way around the room, kissing foreheads and tucking all in. As she came upon the window, she turned to the starry skies, holding her gaze on the far brightest one, to the right, and whispered words that no one could hear, although all in the room knew she spoke every night: "Goodnight, Peter". She placed her hands on the window and pulled it down half way, blocking the chill of the night, yet allowing the gentle silver glow passage into the room.

"Goodnight to you all...and no flying tonight...understood?" She said as she walked towards the door.

"Yes..." said the few who where still awake to hear.

Wendy turned the dim lights off, and slowly closed the door, careful not to make a sound as she took one last look at the sleeping children and whispered, "Sleep well, my little darlings."

As the clock struck ten past eleven, a golden glimmer appeared outside the window, shooting the colors on the stain glass through the room and onto Jane's face. Jane's eyes twitched as she stirred in her sleep, fighting to remain in her dreams. A pair of rather dirty fingers wrapped around the bottom of the window, pushing it up and opening it wide. A soft breeze entered the room, making all the children cuddle up closer in bed.

A pair of feet landed quietly on the wooden floor, as a dark figure stood against the moon's glow with his fists placed firmly on his waist. The golden glow entered the room and flew above the beds overflowing with slumbering bodies, refusing to wake.

The boy lifted off the floor and slowly floated to the bed directly in front of the window. He hovered above momentarily, before speaking. "Jane...'tis I...Peter...wake up, Jane..."

The girl stirred a bit more before her eyes slowly opened, revealing the blue orbs she inherited from her lovely mother. She turned her head to look up at the boy floating above her.

"Peter!" she said louder than he wished, and so he quickly placed a hand over her mouth and looked to the door, slightly fretting, slightly hoping.

"Not so loud, Jane...you might wake them up..." Both remained quiet for a moment's passage, but hearing no footsteps or otherwise motion behind the nursery door, Peter sighed, somewhat relieved, somewhat disappointed and removed his hand from Jane's lips. He landed softly on the floor and waved his left hand in the air to motion towards the tiny glow. "Snowchime...wake the others..." he ordered.

From the wooden vanity top, the little golden creature turned her head to salute the boy, before turning back to the mirror to fluff her long black hair which was pulled back with a tiny sky blue lace, and brushed off tiny specks of dirt from her skirt, made of white oleander petals and soft blue wildflowers. She winked at her reflection before lifting off towards the closest bed to the right.

"Peter... not tonight...mother told us no..." said Jane as she sat up, causing the fairy to halt in her tracks and turn to the boy, waiting for his next command.

Peter let out an obviously annoyed breath as he puffed his cheeks, at the sound of her refusal. "Jane...must you listen to mother always?"

Jane smiled softly as she lightly shook her head in mock. "Only when she speaks with reason, which is more often than not...but Uncle Jim visits tomorrow...and we must be here to welcome him...all of us...you know how he loves it so..."

A smile formed on Peter's lips as he recalled the old family friend that Jane referred to. He was a solitary man, keeping to himself most of his life until he moved to the house next to the Darling home. According to him, he did not have much of a childhood himself, but one day as he saw all the children playing outside the house, he was dragged into a make believe game of pirates and Indians. He fell in love with the children and played with them everyday until he had to move away. "Aw... yes....Uncle Jim...I do miss the man...give him my regards..."

From across the room, a little bundle moved below the covers as it made its way to the edge of the bed, his incessant motion stirring the rest in the bed. A red head of curls popped up from below the covers, as the tiny boy rubbed the sleep away from his amber eyes. He opened them and focused his vision on the boy in the middle of the room and smiled wide.

"Peter!!!" he said as he climbed down the bed and ran towards the boy and Jane. "You came! Are you taking us with you tonight?"

"Hi Timothy, but please...not so loud!" said Peter as he placed one finger on his lips.

"Oh..." said the boy and quickly slapped his hand over his mouth. "Sorry" he said in a whisper "...so...are we leaving yet?"

"No Timothy...we are not...mother told us not tonight..." Jane interrupted as she turned to look at the little boy.

"Oh...will you stay then...for the night, Peter?" asked Timothy.

Peter shook his head and sighed. "No...not tonight...not ever...remember?"

"Oh...right..." said the small boy sadly, as he dropped his head, but quickly lifts it up in hope, "Will you then...tell us of your latest adventure?"

Peter lifted his hand to the bundle above his chest, concealed by his dirty green shirt. "Actually...I came in hopes of having Jane tell me a story..." he said as he looked to Jane.

She smiled sweetly as she looked into his hopeful eyes, and her gaze traveled down to the contents he carried around his neck. She knew exactly what story he had in mind, although he never would admit to it being his favorite. It was only obvious to all, for since the day they first heard it, a strange tinkle in his eyes appeared as he turned to the ever open window to look at the brightest star to the right; a strangely perturbed look on his face as he answered to no one's call for him for a moment or so. "Well...since you asked..." She said as she steps out of bed, gently as to not bother the rest who still lay asleep, and reaches over for her robe, which was draped over the edge of the bed. "Let's see...which one...which one..." she said as she put on her robe and lifted her hair up from below it, so obviously pretends to ponder the tale to be told. He bite his lip and strengthened his grip over the contents of his necklace as he stared at Jane who now pacing around him, taping her finger on her chin while staring up at the ceiling.

"How about the one about the eternal child?" said a groggy voice coming from a little girl no older than nine, with raven hair and tiny pink freckles on her nose. She sat up in Jane's bed, causing the mattress to ripple in her movements and waking the rest.

Peter's eyes lit up and a wide smile began to form on his lips, but he quickly cleared his throat and turned his head to the now wide awake child. "Well...I guess that one will do, Anya".

Jane smiled at Peter and looked around at the faces of those who had woken up and were walking towards the center of the room, to sit down and hear their favorite story once again. "All right then...as you wish it......the story of...the never-ending childhood..." Peter floated to Jane's bed and took a seat next to Anya, while Snowchime glided over to perch on his shoulder, and listen to the story she had heard so many a time. Jane stood before the gathering crowd and cleared her throat.

"All children grow up...except one". Such a misleading ending, is it not? But do not be fooled by such simple words, for the story did not end there... Let us go back... a long ways ago...to the days of the start of his legacy. There, in the quiet of the night, you will truly know, how the story of the eternal youth, came to be... for although the Peter Pan that belongs to you and I will never grow old, it does not mean that the real Peter, did not do so...