Wendy Moira Angela Darling stood at the window in the nursery, hair fluttering in the wind as she looked out onto the cold London night her eyes finding the particular star she looked at every evening.

"Second star to the right and straight on till morning." She whispered to herself before turning to face the room. There were seven beds shoved up against the circular walls, and all were messily made.

These beds belonged to her seven brothers, John, Michael, Nibs (Full name Nicholas), Curly (Christian), Tootles (Trevor), and Siddle and Diddle (Samuel and Dylan) the twins. They had all been renamed by Mrs. Darling, Wendy's mother, because she wanted them to have respectable grown up names. In truth, only Michael and John were her actual brothers, the other five came to them nearly five years ago from a magical place a place called—

"Wendy!" Michael stood in the doorway, he was now ten years old and hated being treated like a child—although Wendy knew he still kept his teddy hidden under his bed.

"Yes Michael?" she crossed the room to him, planting a gentle smile on her face.

"Mother says Aunt is here for your evening dance lessons." He smiled before turning and running down the stairs. Wendy blew her bangs out of her face with a huff before heading down the hall to her room to put on her waltzing shoes.

After she finished she looked at herself in the mirror. At the age of sixteen Wendy had grown, she was taller now, her face more defined, her hair long and shining down her back, her curves had formed giving her the body of a woman. Wendy was no longer a girl.

"Wendy!" Her Aunt called and Wendy obediently went down stairs to the drawing room, her whole family sat on settees and arm chairs smiling at her. "What is it?" she asked a hand going to her hair.

"Nothing dear." Her mother said.

"Alright." Her Aunt declared loudly, "We must make Wendy a soaring swan before her Seventeenth Birthday—she will be debuting after all." The woman preened as the family clapped.

"Now each of the young men will take turns escorting Wendy onto the dance floor and leading her into a dance, now who will be first?" all of the boys took one stepped back.

"Well then," she huffed, "Simon. You will be Wendy's first dance partner." Slightly—now renamed Simon stepped forward. He was Fifteen years old now, his shoulders had broadened and his features had begun to square off into a man's.

"Yes Mother." Slightly said, stepping forward and bowing before offering the crook of his arm, a true gentleman. Millicent Darling would have no less from her son. Aunt Millicent switched on the radio and the first strains of a waltz filled the room.

Wendy and Slightly went through the practiced steps, adding little flourishes here and there for elegance's sake. After the song had ended they stepped away from each other, Wendy dropping into a curtsy and Slightly dropping into a low bow before grinning at his cousin rakishly. "You are a divine dancer, Lady Darling." He joked.

"Why thank you Milord." She teased back.

"Enough of this silliness." Millicent declared.

Wendy pouted, "But Aunt Millicent, I don't want to waltz. I want to swing dance!" she grabbed her Aunt's hands and swung her about before twirling off and beginning to dance with Slightly. "Can you imagine it? Lively dance clubs, full of beautiful women and men all dancing in an exciting dance like this?"

Millicent put a hand to her chest. "I dare not dream of such a thing! And neither should you my dear, no such thoughts should be in a debutante's mind." Wendy rolled her eyes and Slightly twirled her sending her floral print dress swirling through the air. She laughed and Millicent huffed, muttering about showing knees.

"Can you believe it's been almost five years?" Mrs. Darling took her husband's hand into her own. The couple looked at their eight children with amusement they had converged on Wendy asking many questions about swing dancing and such.

"We should have never let her friends take her to that dance club." Mr. Darling said shaking his head as Wendy took Michael into a spin.

"We had to get her spirits up about something, she may seem fine George but you and I have noticed the difference over the years. She lost some of herself when the children went missing, an important part—she just won't tell us what." Mary said, she had always been very observant about all of her children.

"I thought it was her growing into a woman. My coworkers tell me all the stories of how strange their daughter's became after thirteen." He muttered, getting an eye roll from his wife.

"Alright children," she called gently "lets finish Wendy's lesson and then it's off to bed you all have school in the morning." The boys groaned but Mrs. Darling hushed them, "And we also must get Wendy to bed she has a hard day ahead, she has her classes but also she will be going to the dress fittings, shoe fittings and much much more. Please give your sister the strength." She admonished them, they turned guiltily to their sister and she smiled at them opening her arms for a hug in which they all piled in (With the exception of John and Slightly, for they were grown men (Both being on the cusp of sixteen.) and grown men did not hug.

Aunt Millicent shooed them away, turning on the radio and directing Wendy into her next dance.

The next morning Wendy lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, she did not have to be awake for another thirty minutes so she just stared.

'Come away with me Wendy.' The blond boy whispered into her ear, 'Come away with me and you will never have to grow up.'

She turned towards the boy, a smile spreading on her face. He held out his hand, palm face up and beckoned for her. A crash down stairs made her jerk toward the door.

'Never.' She said turning towards him uncertainly. 'Is an awfully long time.'

'Only if you make it so.' The boy shrugged, 'Please come away with me, tell me and the boys lots of stories, don't worry about growing up or getting a job or doing well in school Wendy. Just come away with me.' Her hand lifted towards him, her eyes meeting his, a thumping on the stairs went unheard by them as she took his hand and her pulled her out into the London night. She didn't know if she'd ever see her parents again but she found at that moment she didn't care.

"Wendy!" She jerked out of her memories her mother stood in the doorway, "I've been calling you for five minutes." The woman bustled into the room pulling clothes from the wardrobe for her to start her day.

"Sorry mother." Wendy sat up and stretched. "What do I have today?" she got out of bed and began unbuttoning her cotton nightgown.

"At 8 o clock you have your classes," That was for her manners and her small talk, "Then at eleven o clock you, your Aunt, and I will head over to Kilven's for your ball gown fittings, and after that you have the tea party at Rachel Silver's, Karina and her mother will be picking you up for that." Wendy groaned, she hated Rachel Silver she was always stuck up and snobby and had only become friends with Wendy five years ago after the Darling had come into a fortune thanks to the Lost boys bringing home treasure.

"Don't make that face Wendy you'll get wrinkles." Mary admonished helping her daughter into her dress and stockings. "You'll need your coat dear, its snowing, first snow of the year.

Her feet touched the fresh powder snow on the window sill; her brother's standing beside her looking into the night. "You saw that too didn't you?" Wendy asked excitedly "It was a flying boy!"

"Impossible. That is completely illogical." John said pushing his glasses up his nose.

"I saw it." Michael said his voice wavering slightly "It was really scary."

"It was a flying boy!" Wendy protested, "I know what I saw."

"Wendy?" Wendy came back to reality. "Sorry." She apologized and her mother came forward pressing a hand to Wendy's forehead. "Well you haven't a temperature. Are you feeling alright dear? Your head is farther up in the clouds than usual."

"I'm fine, really." Wendy said pulling on the final touch for her outfit, a pair of pristine satin white gloves. She remembered Aunt Millicent telling her that a lady should never touch an object that is not in her home without gloves.

Mrs. Darling looked at her daughter for a moment before sighing "Alright, lets get some breakfast for you, the boys already left for school so the house is nice and quiet and you still have fifteen minutes until your Aunt arrives for your lessons."

Wendy nodded and snagged 'Gone with the Wind' off her dresser.

Here is the start to my Peter Pan Fanfiction.

Reminder: This is based on the 2003 film version, so it is not completely with the book or the Disney version.

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