Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, or Jane or anything else in the series. Only the plot. (did you see the look on her face when she was saying goodbye to Peter? Like that isn't a crush). Also, I'm not going to make it precise with when World War Two ended or anything.

The Magic Amulent

Jane Darling was depressed. It had been a whole three months since her adventure in Neverland, with the Lost Boys, fighting Captain Hook, and...Peter Pan. He's the reason for her depression. It wasn't that her life sucked; it was far from it in fact. Her father was home, and she was even closer to little Danny, her younger brother, in fact today was her thirteenth birthday, and she had had a wonderful party earlier that evening. No, it was that she missed Peter. She wondered what he was doing this cold early December's night.

She just couldn't figure out what it was about that boy. His cheerful, playful nature? How he was really smart and noble? The fact he could make her actually act her age? Finally she came the to conclusion; it was all of the above. Sighing, she rolled onto her back, lying on her bed covers. Night was settling over London. She got off her bed and walked over to her window. Taking a seat on the window sill's cushion, she pushed open the windows, which her mother didn't like her doing for the fear her little girl might fall out, but on this clear night, Jane wanted to see the stars. The moon was like a pale pearl, one that maybe a mermaid would wear a necklace of.

Lying down with her head propped on the cushion she looked at the second star to the right. Peter... She suddenly sat up, confused and excited, something floating down slowly towards her. She caught it in her hands. It was very light and fluffy, it was a...feather? A red feather! Peter's red feather! She got up on her knees and looked as far as she could, seeing nothing. Disapointed, she sat back down, and looked back at the feather laid out in her hands. Maybe it's just an ordinary feather, she thought miserably.

She almost toppled off the cushion when a bright dot of yellow light flew in front of her face. Keeping herself up, she smiled.

"Tinkerbell! What are you doing here? Where's Peter?" Jane asked excitedly, sitting up on her knees, leaning slightly out of the window. The fairy rolled her eyes; typical. Not 'Hi Tink, how are you? That's great!' it's just "Where's Peter?". However she wasn't surprised by the question, and compelled to it, pointing a tiny finger to the moon.

Squinting, Jane looked closer at the pale, round object. She smiled even more when she spotted a small, boy-like shape. It flew closer and closer, Jane getting more and more excited. So excited in fact, she leaned even further from the window. It happened so fast; Jane felt herself falling out of the window, eyes closed, and being caught in someone's arms.

"Careful," Peter said, smiling as Jane opened her eyes, "I can't have the only Lost Girl falling out of windows, what'll the boys think back in Neverland?"

Jane laughed, seeing his face. He had changed, he seemed, slightly older, if that was possible. Shaggier redish-brown hair, his brown eyes bright and happy, and he seemed a bit taller as well. Then again, she thought, I've changed too. It was true. Her boyish crop of darker honey blonde hair was down to her shoulders, and she was slightly taller. But, she regarded as Peter set her down in her room and she blushed as she landed beside her, he was still a little taller than she was.

"Peter, it's so good to see you!" She said happily, giving him a big hug, blushing, before stepping back and mumbling, "Sorry,", not noticing the red tinge on his cheeks.

"You too Jane. It's alright, I don't mind being hugged. So how are you? How's Wendy and your little brother?" He said curiously, both friends taking a seat on Jane's bed.

"I'm great. Mom's a lot better now that dad's home. A month I came home from the country side. The war's over now. Danny's great too, he loves hearing stories about my adventures in Never Land." She paused, and remembered something. "Oh, and today's my birthday!"

"What's a birthday?" Peter said, confused. He had never heard something like that before. He didn't know when he was born, none of the Lost Boys did, and he didn't know how old he was, so why would he have a birthday?

"Oh," Jane said, surprised by the question, but continued. "It's the day you were born on and everybody has a celebration for you. Friends, family, you might even get gifts."

"Happy birthday then! Gimme a sec." He shoved his hand in the little pouch of his belt, next to his dagger. He brought something out of it, and Jane saw it was an necklace on a golden chain, a large blue stone in it, the colour matching her blue eyes. It shined brightly, a point glistening from the moonlight, as it laid in her hands.

"Oh Peter, it's beautiful," Jane said with a gasp. Peter smiled, please she liked her gift, and also felt a weird feeling, one he couldn't quite place. He had felt it when Jane was in Neverland, and whenever he thought about it...Peter fought back the urge to gasp and he succeeded. I like Jane...as more than a friend! he thought, surprised but also glad he had figured out why he always got this warm and fuzzy feeling around the Lost Girl.

"Glad you like it," he said, pleased. "It's a jewel from Hook's treasure. Tink's sprinkled pixie dust on it so if you tap it and say 'I want to go to Never Land' time will freeze and you'll be in Neverland with us whenever you want. Then, when you want to go home, just tap it again and say 'I want to go home'."

"Really? That's so neat!" she exclaimed, excited. She would be able to go to Neverland whenever she wanted. She couldn't have asked for a better present, especially from the boy she had a crush on.

"Here," Peter said, taking the necklace from her hands and flying behind her, "let me put it on." He fumbled with the chain initially, not noticing Tink dart out of the room into the hallway to retrieve something, but finally managed to put it on Jane's neck. Snapping the chain securely, Jane turned to face him. Both young teenagers blushed since they were nearly nose to nose. Tink flew back in, slightly weighed down by what she was carrying.

The tiny fairy hovered over them, a plant with green leaves and little red berries held in her hands. Smirking down at Peter, who knew what was going on and had turned almost as red as his hair, she looked down at them plainly. Jane, who in turn was blushing, couldn't hear anything but her heart pounding.

Then, without really thinking, Peter lifted her chin up with his hand, and he kissed her. It felt even better than flying, and Jane thought she would melt into a puddle of happiness. After a few moments, they broke apart, their noses touching, both blushing and smiling, while Tink grinned down at them from above.

The grandfather clock downstairs struck twelve, alerting all of them to the present time.

"Wow, it's late. I should be heading back," Peter said, moving slightly away from the girl in front of him. Jane frowned for a moment, before realising he was right. She got off her bed and took his hand. She led him over to her window, Tink following.

She tapped her amulent lightly with a smirk. "I'll be coming to Neverland tomorrow, but just in case you forget about me for some pretty Indian girl or mermaid, I just want to make sure that doesn't happen." She wrapped her hand around his neck, and stood on her tippy toes as she kissed him. Sparks exploding and lips tingling she pulled back.

Peter sighed, a mixture of contentment and brief sadness, before flying just in front of the cushion, floating in the air.

"See you soon Peter Pan," Jane said, smiling, giving Tink a small hug.

"You too Lost Girl," he said with a grin, before turning around and flying make to the Second Star to the right, Tink following him as Jane watched them fly.

Once they were out of sight and she knew they was no more point in looking, she turned back and sat on her bed, sighing to herself. Tapping her amulent thoughtfully, she knew she couldn't wait to use it tomorrow. She laid down her bed, and fell into a peaceful sleep, her amulent askew, a smile on her face.

Hope you liked this, it's my first Peter Pan fanfiction. I absolutely adore JaneXPeter, and I detest PeterXWendy. I like Jane more than Wendy, but I don't hate Wendy either though. Please review. I might continue this, really depends on what you guys want. It could be more of a story, I have a rough idea of a further plot for this. So leave what you think in a review!