Once upon a time, in a land called Never Never, there was a great council of magic being held.

The Grand faerie Elder looked grimly from his oak branch perch at the large gathering of shimmering singing orbs of light.

He cleared his throat to draw their attention and began.

"Faeries of Never Never, we are in grave danger danger." The lights became corporeal and their titterings dies down.

"Many of our family's lights have gone out out. It has been brought to our attention that there is a grave grave imbalance in the magic of Never Never Land."

He stroked his pearly beard thoughtfully while dramatic cries of anguish rippled through the great faerie hall of roots and moss.

"There exists in the human world a special gift called the Hidden Kiss. It is this powerful magic that will revive our fallen family. Do not be frightened. I have discovered discovered how to put the magic back into balance."

The Elder opened his mouth to continue and as his eyes went misty he slid down to the ground into the dark sleep as The Winking. A scream as such was never heard before in all of Never Land.

Wendy Moyra Angela Darling awoke with a start from the fog of her dream. Her nightmares had been more frequent of late and she'd been making up these lost hours of rest in her Physics class.

She raised her drowsy eyes to the chalk board only to find the enraged eyes of her Physics teacher, Miss Hardy, glaring back at her.

"Miss Darling," she drawled, "Please be as so kind as to repeat to us the five main formulas that we are learning this semester." Some girl sin the class snickered.

"No, I am afraid that I can't, can you?" she replied sweetly.

Miss Hardy looked like she would love to sweetly drown her given the chance. She did the next best thing, she sent her out of the classroom and gave her a detention writing lines.

After Wendy had written, "I will not sleep in class, and never again shall I disrespect my gracious teacher who takes her precious time to teach me physics in an interesting , informative and pleasant manner." five hundred times, she sluggishly made her way up the stairs to her dorm.

She arrived at her expensive and cold suite which was on the very top floor of the pristine boarding school that her widowed father had dutifully sent her to. More like an expensive baby sitter she thought ruefully.

After her mothers passing she had become too much for her father to handle and he had leapt at the chance to send her to the very prestigious yet strict MacDonald Hall Boarding School for young ladies. Having missed supper , her stomach gurgled hungrily as she ignored her large pile of homework and put on her popcorn pyjamas.

She could hear a shuffling group of girls walk by her door. Jessica's taunting voice was easily distinguishable from her posse of ignorant wannabe's as Wendy heard her say, "…sleeping in class, and she thinks her fathers money can buy her everything. She is such a bitch…" Snippets of laughter could be heard as Wendy inwardly flinched.

She despised school. Of the long list of things she hated here among the top things, stuck up students, prissy teachers, bad food, horrible classes and the fact that she was all alone. She blamed her father for this all and hated him even though she looked every day for the letters that never came. After six months of this hell she was at the breaking point. She wanted to run away but decided to at least get some sleep before executing such a feat.

Wendy stretched her arms high above her head and yawned greedily. She tossed back her covers and climbed into bed, falling asleep as soon her head hit the pillow.

Peter settled down as he waited for her to arrive. The tall elm tree that stood outside her window, provided him with enough cover not to be seen but had a good enough view that he could watch her comfortably. She was late again, but he was used to this. When he was first getting used to her routine he was a little perturbed when she did not arrive at sunset but he had gotten over this. He had been coming there for about half a year now.

While he waited for her he played a soft tune on his pipes as a slight breeze shifted the leaves.

His interest was peaked and his eyes were immediately drawn to the curvy uniform clad form of Wendy as she opened her door slowly.

He watched her as she looked angrily at a pile of books on her desk and then as she turned to her shut door to listen to something. The look on her face that he glimpsed as she shuffled towards her bathroom was one that evoked anxious feelings in him. He wondered what had made her sad, and was annoyed as he was every night that his view of her into the other room was obscured.

She returned shortly dressed in clothes with strange flowers on them. She wore them so often that Peter believed that they were her favourite sleeping clothes. He watched with a strange fascination as she stretched revealing the pale curve of her hips and stomach, and he found himself wondering oddly what she felt like to touch.

The girl climbed into bed and was motionless. Tonight for an unknown reason he could not resist going up to her window for a closer look. Peter deftly touched his feet to the sill and brushed open the large panes of glass. He crept silently to her side and watched her chest rise and fall as she slept. He was confused that his heart was racing and his mouth had gone dry. She was even more lovely up close.

He did not understand this rush of emotions unfelt before. His fascination turned to fear he watched her face turn to turmoil and she began to whimper softly. Peter almost yelled when she shot up in bed with a small scream of fright. In an instant he was back out the and hidden in the shadows of the tree.

She sat there in her bed breathing heavily and noticed the open window. The girl walked groggily over to the window and peered out into the moonlight. Wendy caught a glimpse of movement in the tree across from her and as she leaned further out, she lost her footing and blacked out.

Peter watched in horror as the girl began to fall past the branches and before he had time to think she was safe in his arms. He glided up the many floors effortlessly. It was nothing to lift her but the whirl wind of pure new emotions that flew through him almost caused him to drop her.

Peter felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders but was replaced by a new one in his stomach. She was so soft but firm in his arms an before he sat her onto her bed he caught her scent. A strange mixture of earthy vanilla and earthy cinnamon.

Tinkerbell called at him hotly from the window sill beckoning him back to Never Land before dawn. He turned back to her in hopes that she would be alright. He leaned over her, over come with a tender feeling that he could not name and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Wendy became conscious for a moment then. The last thing she saw before drifting into dreamless sleep was a wondrously innocent but mysterious pair of emerald green eyes staring into her own.