Author's note: so all of this will be from Alexandria's point of view but when she's not in a chapter it will be in third person. So please read and enjoy! xxxxxx

Peter Pan had always known more than anybody that life was not fair. He first noticed this when he was fifteen years old –although it was on week until his sixteenth birthday- and overheard his parents talking about what he was to become when he was a man, then some years later he felt heartbreak when his Wendy left him. But the time he felt the most that life was not fair had been the last two weeks.

Peter Pan had noticed that the wind was colder in Neverland and that the earth seemed to stand still, the lost boys of course hadn't and he was thankful about that; but he had. So he did as any young boy would. He investigated. He let the wind take him where he needed to go and ended up at the old Darling nursery where he first met his Wendy. Only it wasn't his Wendy sitting Wendy's bed, it was an older women struggling for breath.

"Peter?" the women asked reaching forward. "You came?" the women's words were almost breathed.

"Of course I did." Peter still sounded confident even though he was scared to death of the women in front of him.

"I suppose you don't recognise me. My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling." His heart stopped at that moment and all the blood drained from his face slowly sinking to his feet.

"Of course I do," he flew over to the women trying to see whether it really was her. It couldn't be but then Peter noticed the eyes were the same; that cat like green. "I never forget." Peter sat on the end of her bed trying to concentrate on the eyes and not the fragile body before him.

"Life was never simple Peter," she didn't really seem to be talking to him anymore but to herself. "Something would always be there to make me worried or stress or angry. But still there was never one day I didn't dream about what my life could have been like if I hadn't of left Neverland. But that is just a dream, and sadly dreams do not come true. Do they Peter?" She looked back at him now and Peter just sat in front of her.

"Yes they do all the time!" Peter was quite consistent about the fact dreams come true. After all he was living his, never having to grow up.

"Really and what's your dream?" Peter noticed at this moment that it had to be Wendy so persistent all the time and yet sweet as honey. It made him feel loved. Loved? More like safe.

"To never have to grow up!" he declared loudly over the bed doing a backwards summersault in the air and landing on the old heavy toy box.

"That's not really your dream though." She whispered looking at him on the toy box and smiling.

"Yes it is; that's what the lost boys and I want." Peter insisted standing proudly on his toy box.

"You haven't changed one bit Peter." She started to laugh so quietly that you wouldn't be able to hear if it if you weren't listening for it.

"And why would I want to?" Peter asked proudly before sadness crossed his face and he slowly floated down towards her.

"What's going on Wendy?" he asked just like the child he was supposed to be and Wendy couldn't help but feel her weak heart break.

"I'm dying Peter." She whispered to him and the tears that he was holding back slowly started to overflow, he just couldn't take it any longer.

"Peter don't cry, remember Peter Pan never cries." She sighed as he took her hand and tried to stop the tears that were rushing down his face.

"But I don't want you to go." He tried to explain but who could understand the pain he was going through. Who could understand that it hurt to even think about a word without his Wendy? A world without his Wendy? There might as well be no world at all.

"Peter, I'm already grown up and therefore gone from your life," Peter shook his head and opened his mouth to speak but Wendy put her spare hand on his and said "Peter it doesn't matter now but I have a favour to ask of you."

"Anything. Wendy I'll do anything." He looked straight at her ready to do anything she asked.

"I want you to go to my funeral and find a young girl by the name of Alexandria," Peter nodded his head slowly to say he understood but he had no idea why he was doing it "I want you to give her Merlin." Peter's face dropped since he had no idea who Merlin was.

"Merlin?" he asked looking around the room for some kind of inspiration until his eyes finally rested on the dog house that used to belong to Nana only now the words MERLIN were printed on the top and sitting in Nana's place was a medium sized chocolate brown with white markings Newfoundland puppy.

"That's Merlin." She looked over with Peter at the puppy until Peter looked back at her completely horrified.

"But why?" Peter was starting to sound like a little boy again.

"Peter," she scolded before taking a deep breath and gently saying "this girl will be all alone in the world when I leave her. She needs all the company she can get; Merlin will be her company." Wendy had started to use her mothering voice and since Peter was used to being guilt tripped by her he nodded and decided best to do as he was told.

"Okay I promise." Peter told her after a silence that was only filled with the struggling of Wendy Darling's breathing.

"Good," She sunk further into the familiar bed that had been hers as a child and thought about the long sleep ahead of her. "Don't worry about me; I'm going to a Neverland of my own, one where I will never grow up," Peter stroked her white hair remembering how it used to be. "And anyway somebody once told me that dying would be an awfully big adventure." And with that Wendy Darling went to sleep for the last time.

So you can see what I mean? But that wasn't the most unfair thing to happen to Peter Pan. It was now having to tell the lost boys that Wendy had died.

"Role call!" Peter shouted when he walked into his hideout while Merlin went to slump in the corner of the den. Slowly the lost boys started to form together and Peter carried on his greeting "Tootles?"

"Here!" replied Tootles saluting while looking up above him. Poor Tootles the unlucky one in the group, for instance right now his hair is covered in some kind of sticky liquid while his body was soaking wet. But that was normal for Peter so he completely ignored it.

"Nibs?" continued Peter.

"Yeah!" Peter looked at Nibs wondering how he would take the news of Wendy's death. Nibs always acted brave like the time he chased off wild bears with a stick, which was Nib's favourite story.

"Curly? Slightly?" Peter asked quickly hoping to get to the twins quickly and not have to take the anticipation of telling the boys.

The two boys announced their presents in the room and Peter looked at them. Curly hadn't even had a name before he turned up in Neverland and since he couldn't remember anything we had named him curly after his seriously curly hair. Then there was slightly Peter's right hand man, if somebody asked who his best friend was he would have to say Slightly. Slightly was the first arrived in Neverland just a few months after Peter did so life her without him would be unbearable for him.

"Twins?" There was no answer and Peter looked around the den "Twins? Has anyone seen the Tw-" but Peter didn't get to finish his sentence because the two boys came shooting down the slide that they loved to use as there entrance screaming:

"Peter! Pete-" One of the twins shouted landing on his bottom.

"Father!" The other twin shouted before landing on top of his brother. Then both of the brothers looked at each other glared and ran towards Peter.

"And where have you two been?" Peter demanded and the two twins backed away from him.

"We went to the mermaid lagoon." One of the twins finally said excitedly stepping forward towards Peter looking rather proud of himself.

"And you will never guess what we heard!" the other joined his brother excitedly scrambling to his feet.

"The most amazing news." Twin one continued.

"In the entire world." Peter looked from brother to brother who were finishing each other's sentences.

"Boys," there was no response "boys," still no response "BOYS!" Peter shouted and the whole den went silent even Merlin who was sitting in the corner sat up with his large eyes on Peter.

"I need to tell you something," Peter paused looking around the room preparing himself for the sadness that was about to flood him and the rest of the group. "About Wendy…you remember Wendy don't you?" Peter asked the lost boys looking at every single one of their faces; none of them were sad the opposite in fact, they were happy.

"You mean the Wendy-bird?" Tootles asked, after all he was the one who shot Wendy down.

"Yes, Tootles," Peter sighed looking at his lost boys. "Although I'm sure that she wouldn't like it if that's what you remembered her by."

"She's the one that left, isn't she Peter?" One of the twins said sadly leaning on his brother sitting down on the floor.

"They all leave," the second twin sighed. "Don't they Peter?" All of the lost boys looked at Peter and he stood still for a minute and thought. He thought about how to tell the boys of Wendy's death. But this was Peter Pan the boy who would never grow up doing a very grown up job.

"Talking about leaving," Peter ceased his chance to ease into the moment "My news about Wendy is… how do I put this… she has left all worlds." Peter smiled sadly at the lost boys hoping they would understand…they didn't.

"What do you mean she's left all worlds?" Tootles asked looking rather confused around at the other boys.

"It means," Slightly stood up and Peter felt some hope come back to him as he thought he wouldn't have to explain about the horrible and horrific death of Wendy Darling. "She's gone on holiday to the sun or something? Therefore leaving all worlds!" he thought wrong!

All the boys quarrelled for a minute so no one even noticed the sadness of Curly sitting down instead of fighting with his brothers. That was at least until…

"It means she's dead," the boy tugged on Peters clothing but there was no answer Peter was too busy laughing at the squabbling boys. So Curly stood on a chair and screamed "SHE'S DEAD!" The den went silent and everybody looked at the boy shocked even Peter; Curly never shouted. Let alone shout that!

"What?" Slightly looked around the den before his eyes settled on Peter "It's not true is it Peter?"

"Yes. I'm afraid that it is," Peter watched in outrage as the boy's eyes welled up with tears "Don't you dare cry!" Peter pointed at the boys who swallowed their tears "I've got to go for a while." Peter said quietly before turning towards the door.

"Are you going to find another Wendy? It's been so long since you last brought someone here! It was Jane wasn't it… yes that was her name! Jane." Tootles smiled looking quite proud of himself for remembering so much.

"No!" Peter snapped "There will be no more girls," Peter took a step towards them. "No more mothers," another step and defiantly "No more Darlings." And with that Peter turned and left tapping his leg as he went to call Merlin.

So Peter Pan knew that life was unfair. But he planned on never getting hurt again. Never having his heart broken because getting your heart broken is a grown up thing.

No more darlings.

Authors Note: so this one was a bit rushed at the end because it was late and I was so very tired! Please review and say whatever you think about it because reviews make me happy! :D Or just set an alert! I love you all for reading all the way through! YAY! xxxxxx