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Wendy Moira Angela Darling

"Magic does not preclude the dishes getting done."

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a character in “Three Teacups Full of Fairy Dust”, as played by WendyDarling

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Name: Wendy Moira Angela Darling

Nickname: "Darling," and to bug her occasionally her friends call her "Moira."

Age: 21

Origin Story:"Peter Pan," by J. M. Barrie.

Character: Wendy Darling

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Physical Description: Blue eyes, brown hair to the middle of her back with variously colored underlayers (this month it's blue). Pale skin that won't tan, the occasional freckle across the high part of her cheeks and nose.

Likes: Organization, nature, books, fantasy of all kinds, adventures (where you always have a jacket, just in case) and learning new things.

Dislikes: Pirates, dishonesty, people that insist on reading only non-fiction, being lost, publishers, and math.




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Fears: Being abandoned, growing up and forgetting her imagination, falling in love without that love being returned, her brothers getting hurt without her, and large hairy spiders.

Hobbies: Wendy is just beginning her career as a writer. She has told stories, it seems, all her life, and is attempting to get some of her stories published. Wendy also loves to read--fairy tales are her go to when she wants to escape or needs comfort, but she loves true crime novels. She likes to jog, and occasionally when she has a project, sew.

Powers: Wendy can fly, when she has pixie dust and a happy thought. Neither of these are always available, but when she can get the two together she can accomplish great things. Other powers may be discovered in new worlds.

Strengths: Fencing, cooking, her common sense, and her leadership.

Flaws: Doesn't make friends easily, overly protective, strong-willed to the point of mule-headed, and bossy.





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Personality

Wendy is an introvert who loves to spend time on her own reading or writing to recharge after spending time with people, especially many people. She needs to be active, so when she isn't doing either of those things or pursuing a bachelor's in Creative Writing online, she goes for jogs in the forest to clear her head. Wendy also jogs to be prepared, for the same reason that she keeps up with her fencing. One never knows what they will meet in a shadowed alley or through a door without a frame, and if her childhood taught her anything it was that forewarned is forearmed, especially when magic is involved.

Wendy is protective. As the eldest sister of adventurous children, she is very serious about keeping an eye on those she loves, even if she ventures into bossy territory. She is unafraid of this territory, as she has a summer house there, and on the wall of that house is posted the Darling Rules. Drafted after meeting Pan and what transpired, these rules have survived and evolved over the years. If her younger brothers don't hear from her every few days, they start to get worried. When Wendy loves, she ignores her own needs, so she encouraged her brothers to go away to college to get the best education they could, leaving her without her closest confidants.

She has learned, as an adult, how to make friends and, like all of us, learned through college (oh, the irony) to pretend to be adult enough to get by. Friends do not come easily to her, and neither does trust, but she she gives both she gives them wholeheartedly. This leads some to call her naive, even gullible, but she would rather trust and have that betrayed, when it comes to her close companions, than never take her guard down. She is cautious about making such good friends, and so despite her weakness for "bad boys," (she blames the pirates) she relies on her instincts and much observation to point her towards friends that will not fail her.

Mrs. Darling's ability to see into others' minds translated into Wendy's purposeful sharpening of her own instincts. Common sense and sound judgement rules above all, however. She likes to observe people and work out their character, and although she doesn't have her mother's perception she has a certain small skill in quiet assessment. The one area that she trusts neither her instincts nor her judgment is in love, where her caution is greatest. Despite all this, Wendy's belief has never died, that kind of belief in children that leads them through stone castles that to others seem like overgrown bushes. Farther than imagination, and deeper, it is this belief that fuels her faith in the goodness of those around her, and is the kindling for the still, quiet flame that burns in her heart that tells her than everyone will get their happy ending. And if they don't, Wendy is perfectly willing to wade into the fray and get it for them, because nothing was ever accomplished by sitting down and wringing your hands.

Rambling about is Wendy's favorite thing to do, and if she cannot explore the wilderness with her trusty compass at her side, much more reliable than electronics, she is making up adventures for the children who come to the bookshop she works at, or taking a trip somewhere for a night, just to see what's there. Although she is always prepared for what these adventures may bring her, she is also open to the possibility of taking the road less traveled, as it were, even if that deviates from her plan. Common sense is all well and good, but sometimes a girl just needs a little adventure.

Wendy doesn't really look her age unless she makes an effort, and it amuses her when she's asked what school she goes to. She does, however, overcompensate for this when she's being professional at the bookshop, so when she isn't telling stories she is being a very serious, businesslike assistant in an effort to gain respect. She hates it when unscrupulous gentleman see her as an easy target, so she won't go to parties without a friend and seems stand-offish or snobbish when really she doesn't know how to talk to new people or she's feeling uncomfortable.





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History

Wendy was born into a rather unusual family. Her father is a successful businessman and her mother, an accountant. They both had a very keen sense of how to stretch a dollar, and so while they were never rich, their family was always well taken care of. In high contrast, their parents also had a foot in the fantastic. Their mother, Mrs. Darling, could touch minds like she touched numbers, and could alter them the same way. She used her powers for good, however, and if occasionally she slipped and got them a good deal on bread and milk and some fresh vegetables, well, who could blame her? There were mouths to feed and Mr. Darling had always been a bit neurotic. Mrs. Darling was also a charming woman. She had connections everywhere, and she used them when the children were young to get them a nanny. And not just any nanny. Nana, (whose real name was Anaya, but forever Nana to the Darling children), was a large Newfoundland with the power of speech and the equally magical ability to manage the Darling children. They were fairly good children on the whole, but their adventures led them far and wide, through mud and briar and deep dark forests, and while Wendy always got them home safe it wasn't always on an adult time schedule.

Mr. Darling was the dictator of the family, the proud patriarch who was gently, and with love, guided behind the scenes by his wife, with his full knowledge and consent (although that was never spoken.) Despite his myriad neuroses and endless worry about finances, he somehow found the time to dabble in classical literature, and with it, had discovered certain ancient rituals. An unimaginative man, he never used them, but he failed to account for highly imaginative children who, seeing that there were ways and means to get to other far distant worlds, would. Such a childhood, bound on both sides by magic and logic, produced several rather curious children. Who, despite not being gifted with magic naturally, had a keen curiosity about it, which of course led them into trouble.

The Darlings' place in their hometown town was also, much like the contradictions of their lives, complicated. They lived in a small house near the edge of town, right on the edge of the forest that held so much fascination to the Darling children. The Darlings, master and mistress, were unabashedly affectionate. Such a love left less time for their children, so while they loved their children with all their hearts, as children Wendy and the boys were often wandering around town or the forest when they could slip away from Nana. Nana was the best of teachers and babysitters alike, but she was not always a match for their ingenuity, so while Mr. and Mrs. Darling were well respected in the community the town felt that the children could have had better care. Several attempts might have been made to put the Darling children into foster care, but the town could not help but love Mrs. Darling, and even without Mrs. Darling's abilities they would not split a family apart. Such an odd push and pull left the Darling children in a difficult situation at school. While everyone knew them, as everyone knew everyone, and they were generally well-liked, there was always a certain look in the other childrens' eyes. A look that said, "We'll play with you, but we don't trust you. You're wild things. " A complicated thing for an ocular organ to convey, but there it was, always staring at them. Such a situation didn't exactly inspire close friendships, and so Wendy and her brothers became an even tighter-knit group, with Wendy sometimes as leader, sometimes as voice of caution, but always there for them.

It was strange, being isolated in a small town, but that was the Darling children all over. Not quite in step with everyone else, and always a step behind, at least in other's eyes. Why should they grow up? There was nothing in grown up life for them, only more expectations and more judgement, so they explored other worlds instead, both in their imagination and in reality. Which it was depending on whether or not it was the fourth Tuesday or they'd rolled out of bed on their lefts, or if they'd seen a maple leaf turned quite right, or any number of other things. It was during one of these adventures that Wendy met Peter Pan, but that is quite another story, one that sometimes Wendy thinks was a dream, and other times is sure it was cold reality.





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Wendy, then, grew up to the ripe old age (in her mind) of twenty-one. An associates' at a local college in creative writing only cemented her desire to write stories for a living, especially fairy stories. The adventures of her youth were turned, by sweat and tears (and occasionally, blood, but they were pirates anyway) into a few works that she has been searching for the right publishing house to give to. She could not bear to see her adventures cheapened by an editor only considered with profit, and so she has recently been considering self-publishing. Working at a small but moderately succesfull bookshop in Brighton, she manages to pay half the rent for a small apartment close enough to bike to work, along with Nana's son, Ranvir, who keeps her company and continues Nana's work with the Darling children. She shares the small but nice enough flat with a friend of a few years, Alice Kingsley, and they have developed a bond that only rooomates can know.

So begins...

Wendy Moira Angela Darling's Story

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Alice giggled from her spot in the center of her small closet. She was situated atop a mound of clothing, picking through the mess. This morning her closet had been prim and organized, but after she got to it a vibrant rainbow of cloth scattered the floor. She was still in her pajamas, but she knew she would have to get dressed soon enough. She could do her work from home (and therefore in her pajamas) but she did want to go to the ocean today. Wonderful thing, the ocean. Makes you all topsey turvy and funny feeling, she thought as she looked through the pile under her feet and eventually grabbed up a small blue bathing suit with white trim around the bottoms of both parts. She slid it on quickly and grabbed for a pull over dress before departing her closet. Once back inside her room, she quickly turned off the large mushroom-shaped lamp that stood in the corner of the small room and made her bed, pulling the light orange sheets over the green duvet and running her hands over the carefully carved and whimsically twisted wood of the headboard. She loved her room deeply. It felt like home. Not the bossy home she grew up in, but her true home. Wonderland. Her bed reminded her of Hatter, with the wood twisting like his hair and the colors matching his hair and eyes. Her desk, of the March hair. It was deep gray with strange splotches of white and yellow, and stripped legs that matched his trousers. The lamps and fan reminded her of the various foods and potions of wonderland. Everything in meticulous detail, perfectly arranged to remind her of home.

After her minute of reminiscing, she quickly pulled her hair into a tight ballerina bun at the nape of her neck and departed her room for the outside for the first time that day (minus when she left for the shower, of course). The faint smell of salt calmed her as she strolled to the bathroom, grabbing her little bottle of sunscreen and a towel, as well as her phone in case of emergency. It was all she needed, really. Just a small trip to the beach after all. As she departed, she yelled hello into the house. She never said goodbye. She hadn't said goodbye in a long time. The word hadn't graced her lips since after her last go round to wonderland. Hello had sort of become her Aloha. Hello, and Goodbye (though she never would admit that. She preferred to think of it as a hello-space-saver. So the person wouldn't be left without a hello if she never came back. That way, she was greeting them even as she departed. Never have to say a final farewell that way). Still, she didn't bother to check to make sure anyone was in the house as she left though-- she never did. Even if there wasn't, the house needed a hello-goodbye too, right? In any case, if Wendy was in, she would need a hello too. Never any good to depart without a hello. That would be right and properly disrespectful. Just as she was about to close the door behind her, a raven colored tabby cat dashed through the door. She looked at it questioningly before leaning over and petting it, letting the cat curl though her legs and paw at her flip flops.

"Hello Cheshire. Wonderful day out isn't it? Would you like to go to the sea?" She asked as she began to skip, the cat right at her feet. She knew Chess would love to go to the sea- that was where she found him, after all. She had thought it was odd that a cat would be at the shore line of the sea, as they are known to hate water. She was never one to pass up anything odd, after all, so Chess became her cat. The trip was slow going, but they reached the shore in only about twenty minutes walking time. It was a slow day for the beach, but even then it was bustling with people. She made her spot near the shore and Chess immediately took to her towel, curling up in the sun. She rolled her eyes at him for even thinking about sleep when they were at the beach, but let it happen anyways as she pulled her coverup off and dove under the waves.

Once under the murky sea, she did what she always did. Let herself drift. She would dive and swim, her eyes closed. Swimming was her way of allowing herself to forget. Wonderland, her job, everything. She felt everything and nothing, all at once. Every memory, gone but at the same time present, disconnected from her like a film reel. Replaying her days with Wendy and with her mother, and especially her father. During the time the 'movie' played, she imagined her impossible things for the day.

One- Giant, fire breathing monsters live under the sea. They protect the earth, and their flames never extinguish.
Two- All the books Wendy has ever written are real. Everything in them, all the worlds. Everything.
Three- Cheshire is really the real Chess in disguise, and he's been watching me all this time
Four- I'm really still a little girl, and all of this was a dream. Wonderland, Wendy, the move here, everything.
Five- The water is actually earth and humans are supposed to live here, and the earth is really like the sea, fit for other creatures.
Six- Those men over there are poking Cheshire. Wait a second, Those men over there are poking Cheshire. With a stick!,
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All of it took her a moment to think about, but yes, there was a group of teen children poking her cat with a branch of a tree. Anger bubbled in Alice as she stormed up onto the beach, pushing the man at the center of the group away from her cat. Cheshire was in a tizzy, angry and hissing, but he seemed relatively unharmed.

"What do you think you are doing! Disrespectful bunch of ingrates!" She yelled as she picked up her cat and patted him, calming him carefully. The group looked over her in a way that made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but they said their apologies in time and all of them left but one.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I thought it was a stray. If I'd have known it belonged to you, I never would have messed with it," the man who insisted on staying said, and she fumed at him, grabbing the branch from his hands.

"So it being a stray means it's fine to hit it! Where is your owner then? If no owner of yours is around, it's perfectly safe to assume you are a stray, right?" she said with a twinkle in her eye as she raised the branch and lightly hit the boy on the side. She never would hurt him, as he was human and she could never kill a human, but she would teach him a lesson.

"No, no, I said I was sorry! I'll be off now, miss," The boy said as he began to back away from her. She simply scuffed and through the branch on the ground before laying on the towel with Chess, deciding to watch over him and sunbathe for a moment before she made her way back.

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Alice laughed loudly at his comment over his smell before he rushed to the bathroom. In truth, she wasn't really bothered by it. The caterpillar always smelled like smoke in Wonderland, and the hare almost never bathed and was caked in dust from head to toe almost constantly. In fact, while most people and things in Wonderland regularly bathed, it was home to a host of strange smells and sights and things of the like. She'd just grown used to them.

As he disappeared to the bathroom, she began to pick up the couch cushion that she had haphazardly thrown over her head in search for Wendy. That may have not been the best first impression you could have given, Alice, she thought, thinking in Cheshire's voice. She did that sometimes- had simple conversations all her own with her wonderland friends. Oh, pipe down Chess. I was looking for Wendy, she told the voice, and a chorus of other wonderland voices, the loudest of them the Hatter, rushed to tell Cheshire off for pointing out her less-than-normal attitude around her guest.

However, the voices hushed to a low murmur as the sound of the phone hit her ears. She smiled and hopped over to the counter where the loud piece of machinery sat. She picked it up off of the receiver as she jumped onto the counter-top, folding her legs underneath her and breathing a cheery hello into the phone. Unsurprisingly, the voice at the other end was Wendy.

"Alice? It's Wendy. I'm at the pub--sorry for not leaving you a note, I thought you wouldn't be home for a while--and I wanted to know if you were hungry. I can bring you something home, if you'll just let me know what you and the Cheshire want. Would have brought him, but you know how Ranvir is. Especially when he's been drinking." Wendy's voice said over the line, and Alice nodded her head when she mentioned Ranvir's less than accommodating nature when it came to the cat when he was drunk. On more than one occasion Alice had to lock Cheshire within the confines of her room while the dog sobered up, which was never fun. As if in agreement, Cheshire wagged his tail in a threateningly angry way, causing Alice to wonder for a moment if the cat was mad. After all, hadn't the real Chess said that he was mad because, unlike a dog, he growled when he was pleased and wagged his tail when angry?

"Oh yes! I would love something to eat. Cheshire will take any table scraps, but you can get him a tuna sandwich for today- he doesn't like being cooped up and I get the feeling he might have to be today. And for me- or is it I? Is it 'and for me' or 'and for I'? I don't know. Anyway, I think it's 'and for me' so we are going with that one. And for me, I'll have whatever you think would be best. You do so have the best tastes, Wendy. Oh! And I brought someone home with me! He was homeless, and he looked so very sad..." she trailed off, looking over to the bathroom where the shower had recently sprung to life.

"Anyway, maybe bring something for him as well? I can cook something if I have to, but I would rather not. Just not something too rich, though, because I get the feeling he hasn't had a rounded meal in quite some time and it would be a giant mistake to let him have something rich right now," she said as she bit her lip and jumped off the counter, jumping and ducking about the room in an attempt to entertain herself while she talked.

"I will see you in a bit Wendy!" she said after a few seconds of empty time, realizing she had nothing else to say. She pressed the end button quickly before placing it back in its rightful place and skipping to her room. Once safely inside she collapsed onto the bed, humming a tune from wonderland. It was one the hatter had taught her when she was only a child, the time she thought was a dream for most of her life. She hummed it slowly and carefully, as if trying to bring herself back on her singing alone. That didn't work, however, and she quickly turned around when she got board with reminiscing, as it only made her said.

"What should I do now, hm? Chess, what do you say?" she said as the raven cat walked through the open door and hopped onto the bed, curling up next to her and letting her run her hands over its fur.

"I say you figure something fun out to do, Alice. You always were the best at fun. But, I suppose, if you are feeling a bit stupider than normal I can provide some assistance. Climb a tree, fall asleep, tell a riddle, mock someone. That's what I would do for fun," she heard Cheshire's slow, monotonous, mocking voice from somewhere above her head, but she didn't bother to look up. She knew he wouldn't be there.

"Yes, but I cannot fathom doing any of that now. There aren't any sturdy climbing trees about and you best me in the game of riddles, Chess" she muttered, groaning and throwing her head into the pillow she was curled up with at the moment. She hated the feeling of being bored, even for a second. She was never board in Wonderland, and she hated to know that she was missing something else from there- the feeling of excitement. "Well, I do best you at those, m'dear, but you do have.... potential" the heard his voice say before she knew he was gone for good, probably off to have fun with some other soul.

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Alice, who was almost asleep by the time Wendy got back, jumped up when she heard her voice. She rolled off the side of the bed and rushed into the main area of the home. Wendy was standing tensely by the door, and she tilted her head to the side at her posture, one hand behind her back as if to hide something.

"Welcome back Wendy! Peter is taking a shower- or he was, when I went to my room and dozed off. I think he is still in the bathroom though- you called just as he was getting into the shower and things of that nature tend to take quite some time- for me at least, because water is awfully fun to think about, and you are already here!" she rambled, reaching for the bag of food and pulling out Cheshire's tuna sandwich, her potato soup, and the carton of what appeared to be hot soup for Peter as well. She put the plastic bag the items came in away before grabbing a spoon and popping open the carton of her soup.

"Peter is the guest, by the way," she mumbled after swallowing the first bite of soup, thinking back to try and remember if she had said that before. She shrugged when she couldn't remember and went back to her soup, taking small sips of it as she walked to the side of the counter in the kitchen that served as the serving area for Cheshire and set the tuna sandwich down on the floor. She placed her carton of soup back up on the counter before walking back to her room and rousing the sleeping cat in question from his sleep. The lazy cat hissed at her and she rolled her eyes at him.

"No need to be rude, Chess. You have food to eat and I could just as easily save it for later, but I won't, so come on," she scolded the cat before picking him up and depositing him on the ground next to the sandwich, which he immediately took notice of and began to chew on the side of it.

"Thank you for the food, Wendy. I'll take all of us out to eat tomorrow, okay? We can go to the docks and eat at that nice, animal-friendly restaurant you said you wanted to eat at last week! It'll be fun! You, me, Peter, Cheshire, Ranvir, and maybe even the white queen! That is, if she can be bothered to come visit, as I assume she is busy what with getting everything back in order after the downfall of the red queen, but maybe, just maybe she could and wouldn't that be fun!" she said before taking a long sip of her soup and smiling at the taste. Potato soup was by far the best food available in the 'normal' world, though almost everything in Wonderland surpassed it. Minus the cake and juice, of course, which tasted horrid but could be forgiven for their horrible qualities by the magic they possessed.

Cheshire seemed to finish his sandwich quicker than normal and was pawing at Alice's foot in an attempt to get her to pick him up. He did that a lot, after he finished a meal. His face would be messy and, being the clean animal he was, would get frustrated when he couldn't get all of it off and make Alice clean it off for him, which is exactly what she did. She grabbed a paper towel and cleaned the fickle cat of the tuna that was still stuck to his face before leaning over and cleaning up the remains of the sandwich on the floor.

"Anyway, Wendy, where do you think Peter could sleep for tonight? Our beds will be occupied, of course, but the couch is a bit lumpy and we do have that air mattress from when my room was being painted and you told me I couldn't sleep in there due to the fact that 'wet paint fumes can make you high'-- I think those were your words. Do you think he could sleep on that?" she asked as she finished off her soup with one last gulp before throwing it into the trash bin.

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Peter stayed longer then he should have in the shower. It was mostly due to the soft melodic effect the steam and pummeling heat had on his back, but also he was a bit embarrassed by the amount of dirt he saw wash down the drain. Peter would never have described himself as a clean lad in Neverland, but he still swam in the ocean daily and never had he seen so much filth come off one person.

The soaps were mostly flower scented, which Peter did not mind at all. He lathered his hair in the lavender smelling cleanser and took a bit of time in styling it into a mohawk as he had seen his fellow humans doing in this world over the years. Peter would never cut his hair- except for the occasional trim- but the mohawk sure was an interesting style. Tink had a thing for Peters hair, she would spend hours brushing it out and trimming the minuscule locks that grew past her idea of perfection. As an honor to her, he tried to keep it in the same style, but he was no where as talented as the little fairy.

As always, memories of Neverland sent a wave of depression cascading down on Peter. He stood for another five minutes under the spray, staring at the white tiles ahead of him with a gaunt and tired expression. Where the water hit felt numb and he was no longer enjoying the warmth of it. Quickly, he shut the faucet off, exited the shower, and grabbed a towel, drying off his body before he glanced down at the pile of neatly folded clothes on the counter top. Bright yellow t-shirt accosted his vision as well as a pair of dark brown cargo shorts and boxers. They out fit seemed fairly normal, apart from the haphazardly colored socks and felt fedora hat with a matching ribbon wrapped around its top. Forgoing the socks and hat, Peter pulled on the short, boxers, and shirt, which fit him well enough in the length, though a little large for his thin frame.

Once again, Peter found himself staring into the mirror. His skin was still pale, though now flushed with the heat from the shower. He had to admit he had a little more glow in his features now that he was clean and did not smell of sweat. He still hated the light stumble on his chin, but there was not much he could do for that (unless he asked Alice for help, which Peter Pan would never do...he still had some semblance of an ego!). The bright orange of his hair was dampened by the water that dripped down his face. He shoved the wet locks backwards, then grabbed his towel and hastily scrubbed his hair into a wild mane.

Figuring he might as well figure out what the hell had lead him to here and that he had hid in the bathroom long enough, Peter turned and opened the door slowly as he continued to work the dampness out of hair with the towel.

Peter had not felt the coldness of steal in a very, very long time. As the tip of the intricately carved (and familiar) sword touched his jugular, a beat of fierce longing flew through him. In that moment it was as if all of Neverland came rushing back to him, singing to him, calling to him. His eyes widened, his heart practically burst from his chest, and he was sure he made some sort of sound int he back of his throat.

"I want to know who you are and if you have a criminal record...If you are on any kind of drugs or you plan on stealing anything, I suggest you leave immediately and give some excuse to Alice. If, however, you mean us harm, I feel I must inform you that I can and will use this sword without any hesitation, and sharp as it is it won't take much to hurt whatever I aim at."

He had not fully focused his eyes on the wielder of the sword until she spoke, still staring down at the perfectly balanced blade pointed at him. When he was King, a sword of this stature would have been at his disposal with a click of his fingers. In fact...the carvings and markings along the handle looked like...

Peters eyes carried down the blade, to the handle, up the nimble but strong arm that held it, and to the face before him.

Wendy.

The towel fell from his grip as he stared at the girl before him, the girl that had left him for this world of age and time. He blinked, blinked again, stared....wishing and praying for this moment to be true and not some trick. No, there was no way that after all this time he had found her among all the millions that resided on this planet.

Peter was not that lucky.

But here she was, staring at him with that same defiant look in her eyes, prattling out accusations and threats. But this was Wendy. His Wendy, his partner, the only one that he had ever thought back on when he was in Neverland. He wanted to rush forward as he would have when he was younger and pull her into his arms, spin her in the air and fly up into the treetops with the stars of Neverland all around them....

Peters green eyes narrowed for a moment as the rested on her blue ones. She did not recognize him; and how could she? Not only was he older, grown up...taller, thinner, stumblyer- but she had also not seen him in years. She could hate him for all he knew.

"W-Wendy?" He finally managed to work out in a soft, very un-Peter like voice. It was drenched with worry, sadness, confusion, and dread. If she hated him or had forgotten about him, he was done for right then and there.

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"Peter? But...", Her voice was still as clear as he remembered it, rich and full and beautiful- like the birds that hunted in the treetops of the forests around the Fairy Village. He hadn't heard his name spoken like that, "Peter.", in a very long time. It sent a burst of joy through him, though the joy was short lived. He was still here and though Wendy was as well....he knew that things would be different now.

"It's me, Peter. It's Wendy Darling. And you should use the couch tonight, or however long you need it," Peter half expected her to kick him out, scream at him, something other then invite him to stay the night. It could be because Alice (where had that crazy girl gone too?) wanted him to stay, but Peter knew Wendy better then that. She would never allow something to take place under her roof unless she was 100% certain of it.

Peter simply watched her as she continued to babble, saying something about blankets and food and pubs. Truly, he was far more interested in examining her adult face, a face he recognized but didn't at the same time. Her hair was the same color, her face had the same expressions....she was just different. One of the many things Peter hated about growing up was that you changed- he could just never put his finger on what exactly changed. He supposed it could be the eyes, as he looked into Wendy's he recognized a tiredness that had not been there before. She was more....grounded, as if even pixie dust couldn't lift her anymore.

"Ah dornt understan'....Wendy....how?" He managed to say, ignoring her prattling words, confusion slithering through his words as he tried to convey his utter disbelief. He had no clue how long it had been for her, Neverland always worked a bit different when it came to time. His memories of Wendy as the mother of the Lost Boys were clear as day, but it had been ages ago. Peter never paid attention to the pacing of time, but he was sure Wendy had not been to Neverland in many, many years. Though looking at her....

Peter scrubbed his freckled hands over his face, ran them up through his wet hair, and pulled it back in frustration, "How ar' ya 'ere? How am I 'ere?", he cried out, turning his wild eyes to her, "Wendy, its got tae mean somethin', mebbe yer supposed tae help me..."

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Alice, who had been sitting quietly while petting Cheshire on the head and reading from a book of short stories that included lots of pictures, looked up at the kitchen table and frowned. Peter's soup was still sitting there, untouched. Steam was coming off of the bowl in smaller amounts as well. Alice's eyebrows knotted together and she set the book down before walking over to the bowl and picking it up between her two hands with care.

"I'm sorry, little soup bowl, that you were neglected so. Let's go find who you belong to so you can fulfill your duty of being eaten!" she smiled and held the bowl in the air on the last part, spilling a bit over the edges. She hissed lightly as the droplets fell on her skin, but otherwise remained unfazed as she pulled a spoon from the proper drawer and placed it into a soup before walking down the hall where the shower was located. Wendy and Peter seemed to be having an adamant conversation, but she only caught the tail end of it, where Wendy said Alice was in tune with 'that type of traveling' and that Peter could stay, but they would have to go to the store to purchase clothing for Peter.

"What type of traveling am I in tune with, Wendy?" she asked as she looked expectantly towards her flatmate. She looked down at her hands suddenly as a warm sensation flitted over her fingers. "Oh! I almost forgot! How strange of me. Peter- your soup was cooling and even though this conversation seems important and all, but you need to eat," she said quickly before holding the warm soup bowl out for him. She turned back to Wendy quickly, still expecting an answer to her question, before she noticed the sword in her hands.

"Wendy! How very rude of you! We do not point swords at guests! It was you who made that rule you know!" she said, poking Wendy in the side and giggling. "Yes, I remember that well. You said, and I'm sure I remember this correctly because you told me that I should not be allowed to forget it-- anyway, you said that 'Pointing pointy instruments at people invited into our home scares people and I shan't scare people, as we need to make sure no police need to come to our home and take all of our Wonderland-- and Neverland, respectively-- artifacts away! You can't break your own rule!" she scolded as she used her now-free hands to grab the sword from her and twirl it around in her hands before placing onto the floor, probably scratching it in the possess.

"Oh! And Peter, you still need the grand tour! After you finish your horribly important super top-secret conversation or whatever this is," she stepped back and waved the sword at the pair quickly while flashing a crazy-looking grin, "I'll show you around! But I honestly don't know what you two would have to talk about, though, unless, of course, one of you wanted to tell me anything, because I hate to be out of the loop. You know that, Wendy," she giggled before rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet and swinging the sword carefully at her side.

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Peter had search for that portal many times. The night he landed in the park in London, he had dug and dug and dug until he bare hands were ripped to shreds and still he had found no portal. He searched the park tirelessly, refusing to give up hope that maybe the portal had moved, that Neverland would snatch him from this cold world, or he was simply having a nightmare. But when daybreak came and the shone reflected off the icy looking grey monstrosities that covered the horizon line of the city a cold dread had seeped into his bones. Knowing that Alice was equally as confused as him made it easier...though he had been confused for two years and her only moments. But, having her here....it reminded him of a bit of home, even if she was originally from this strange world of wintertime and grey.

"Helping you? Peter...Peter, you want to go back to Neverland, don't you." Peter had not heard Neverland said out loud in a very long time. Not since he was there intact...in all of two years he had not heard the name of his home and it hurt. It was as if Wendy had taken her sword- which he now recognized as he sword from his beautiful island- and shoved it directly into his heart.

"Yes He whispered out, though she had not worded it as a question. Neverland was never a question to Peter, it was a statement true and true. She would return him their, he was sure of it. Wendy was never one to fail when she put her heart into something...all Peter had to hope for was a bit of heart.

A small smile flickered across his face at the thought; maybe Wendy was his savior after all. She would return him-

"...we arrived the spell burned itself to ash. We always figured that it was Neverland protecting itself from adults, or that you had closed it from the other end, because if it hadn't... well, never mind about that. As for getting back there without it, your guess is as good as mine."

Peters face dropped in an instant, his expression haggard, lines drew themselves across his forehead- he aged in a millisecond, the life sapping out of him as Wendy continued to deny the help he had expected to receive. Of course she would not want to- Peter had sent her home and stayed behind. He had never visited her with her knowing- only sent his shadow to listen in on her stories. For her, it most have seemed like he had forgotten her. Why would she return him to his home when she had fought so tirelessly for him to come here?

"Sorry I-" He began to mumble, apologize for something he truly had no idea how to apologize for to fill the silence, when Wendy continued to speak and cut him off.

[/b]"-However, Alice and I both have connections in the city and elsewhere, as well as a wealth of books and bookstores to choose from. If you truly want to go back, I'm sure she and I can at least make a very good attempt at finding a way. Alice, especially, is in tune with that sort of traveling, and if we ask she'll be more than happy to help you get home."[/b]

Peter looked up at Wendy with hopeful eyes just as Alice skipped into the area, interrupting their conversation, "What type of traveling am I in tune with, Wendy?" He turned his attention from Wendy to Alice, tilting his head slightly as he handed him over a bowl and a long explanation as to why he had to eat it. He of course was happy to rid them of the cooling soup- his last sightly warm meal had been a few days ago in London.

Peter flashed Alice one of his toothy grins after a spoon full of the soup warmed his stomach, deciding in that instant that he really liked the girl, "Thenk ye Alice, its actually perfectly warm, nae need tae worry!"

Of course, she had already moved her attention on to Wendy, rambling on about swords. Peter simply stood and watched as he swallowed down massive spoonfuls of the beautifully tasting soup, no intention of stepping in to the weird rituals of the two girls. Even though he had been here for a few years and met his fair amount of girls (they always hung on his arms and liked to touch his hair) he still had no hopes of understanding them. At the mention of Neverland, Peters eyes flicked up to Wendy. Had she spoken about him to her room mate, about Neverland? Maybe she told stories of them still, hopefully she still did...

"Oh! And Peter, you still need the grand tour! After you finish your horribly important super top-secret conversation or whatever this is...I'll show you around! But I honestly don't know what you two would have to talk about, though, unless, of course, one of you wanted to tell me anything, because I hate to be out of the loop. You know that, Wendy," Peter laughed at her wild antics, reminiscent of his own a long time ago. He had parallel moment where he imagined himself in Alice's position, waving around a sword and calling out orders....he really did like this girl.

"Before th' toor Alice, Ah got tae ask ye a favur about travelin'. Do ye have onie idea how tae travel a very very long distance...further 'en most ever go? See, I need tae get home an' Ah have nae idea how tae go abit doin' it. Wendy says ye might know how, cause yoo've dain it afair?" He have her a hopeful expression, brows raised in question, "Maybe you two coods come wi' me in th' end! Its much mair wonderful then this warld an' th' best part is ye ne'er hae tae graw up! Tell 'er Wendy, Neverland is beautiful ain't it?"

Peter turned to Wendy, smiling at her as he once had. Talking about Neverland now, it brought out the excitement he felt inside at the idea of returning home. He was sure Alice would fit in perfectly amongst the Lost Boys- she seemed to be one herself. And Wendy....well everyone knew that she belonged their anyway.

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"... as we need to make sure no police need to come to our home and take all of our Wonderland-- and Neverland, respectively-- artifacts away! You can't break your own rule!"

Wendy glared at Alice. "Yes, we have those rules, but exceptions are understandably made when you bring strangers off the street into our flat. Not that you're strange, Peter, but it's the principle of the thing. Where did you put the list of rules I made you? I need to add 'No inviting strangers off the street, especially men, to the flat.'"

Wendy looked at Alice expectantly but had no idea if Alice even knew where her list was. Of course Wendy had a back up copy posted on the inside of a kitchen cupboard, but Alice was supposed to keep her own copy so she knew not to do things like use all of the tea without getting more because she just had to have a tea party with all the animals and random people in the neighborhood! Wasn't right when Wendy got home and couldn't have a nice cup of tea to wind down, that was practically illegal. Or should be, anyway.

Reaching out her hand, she gestured to Alice to give her the sword. "And I'll thank you not to abuse my poor sword, Alice," she said, in a tone both serious and teasing. "It doesn't deserve that, and I can put it away now. Peter might be many things, but a threat to us he isn't. Especially," she said with a chuckle, "he isn't a threat to your virtue, which is one of the reasons you shouldn't invite strange men up here." It was true that Alice had a good sense of people, and that she would most likely never invite someone into the flat that would hurt them, but Wendy was a worrier and besides, Alice wasn't always in her head. Many times Alice left it, in one way or another, for better climates, and who knew who might take advantage of that?


"See, I need tae get home an' Ah have nae idea how tae go abit doin' it. Wendy says ye might know how, cause yoo've dain it afair?... Maybe you two coods come wi' me in th' end! Its much mair wonderful then this warld an' th' best part is ye ne'er hae tae graw up! Tell 'er Wendy, Neverland is beautiful ain't it?"


Wendy, getting her sword back from Alice, paused. "Yes, Neverland is beautiful. It's always an adventure because the island has a mind of its own. And Alice, I was telling Peter that you're very good at looking for ways to get to other places, so perhaps you know of or have heard of a way to get to Neverland?"

Now to broach the more difficult part of that question. Sheathing her sword--the sheath was in the hall closet for some reason, very bad form--she thought of the best way to answer Peter truthfully, but not too truthfully. With a sigh, she decided to go the coward's route for the moment and focus on what was important. "We'll talk about that sort of thing when we find a way to get there, Peter, let's not get ahead of ourselves. It's not impossible that we'll find a way, but it won't be easy, and who knows how it will work." She laughed a little, to herself, at Peter's statement that you didn't have to grow up in Neverland. Did Peter not realize that he had grown up already?

Sobering, she suddenly knew that she had to at least see Neverland with Peter, get him settled there, to make sure than in going back as an adult he didn't become something he wasn't prepared for. Adults in Neverland were, after all, the enemy, and there was no crueler irony than Pan going back only to become a sort of horrible pantomime of Hook. She knew Peter had no idea that being trapped with children on an island that actively worked against you could drive one mad, and that many of the pirates including Hook had succumbed to that weakness. It was a very specific hell, and one she would sentence no one to, most of all the boy who had found such joy there in childhood.

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"Yes, we have those rules, but exceptions are understandably made when you bring strangers off the street into our flat. Not that you're strange, Peter, but it's the principle of the thing. Where did you put the list of rules I made you? I need to add 'No inviting strangers off the street, especially men, to the flat.'" Alice listened as Wendy asked her of her list. Of course she knew where it was. It was hung up on the wall, but a week ago it had asked to be moved because it was tired of being stuck to a wall. She had put it under her pillow... or was it her plant? One or the other.

"Of course I know where it is! Under my pillow, or... my plant... or my pebbles... or the prism, which hasn't been shedding rainbows in days! I think I need to change it's positioning. Oh! Where was I? The paper... under something that starts with P, of course!" Alice said quickly as she thought over where she had placed it.

"And I'll thank you not to abuse my poor sword, Alice, It doesn't deserve that, and I can put it away now. Peter might be many things, but a threat to us he isn't. Especially, he isn't a threat to your virtue, which is one of the reasons you shouldn't invite strange men up here," Wendy said and Alice begrudgingly handed over the shiny sword, and pouted.

"You sound like the white queen- she was always trying to be my mother too. But, of course, she was more fun that my mother. Which, you are too," Alice grumbled before smiling quickly and turning back to Peter, who seemed to be talking very happily.

"Before th' toor Alice, Ah got tae ask ye a favur about travelin'. Do ye have onie idea how tae travel a very very long distance...further 'en most ever go? See, I need tae get home an' Ah have nae idea how tae go abit doin' it. Wendy says ye might know how, cause yoo've dain it afair? Maybe you two coods come wi' me in th' end! Its much mair wonderful then this warld an' th' best part is ye ne'er hae tae graw up! Tell 'er Wendy, Neverland is beautiful ain't it?" Peter said before turning to Wendy. Alice was going to say she did not want to cheat on Wonderland and go to Neverland, and also that she didn't know of any way to get to Neverland, nor did she have any clue how to get back to Wonderland (though she had tried, many times), when Wendy answered the question while putting the sword away.

Yes, Neverland is beautiful. It's always an adventure because the island has a mind of its own. And Alice, I was telling Peter that you're very good at looking for ways to get to other places, so perhaps you know of or have heard of a way to get to Neverland?" Alice thought over how to respond to both of their statements, but she knew she couldn't simply just tell Peter she had no idea how to get him back home. That would be blunt, and in polite conversation bluntness was normally not appreciated.

"I'm sure Neverland is positively stunning, but I much prefer places where no one has a mind- not even the humans. Or the hares, of course, becuase there are only so many humans and really it's mostly sentient animals that make up where I want to be- which is Wonderland, of course! But... sadly, Peter, I have no clue how to get you home yet, but I will try. I understand your pain. I don't even know how to get myself home. I don't exactly belong here either. I used to, but I miss my true home dearly," she said quietly before turning and walking into her room as Wendy began to talk.

As her room was right next to the bathroom, she could clearly hear what Wendy was saying as Alice looked about the room for her list. It was not under her pillow, nor was it under her plant (which was looking oh so horribly poor as of late she felt sorry for it), but it was under her pebbles. Well, not under her pebbles, but the cake-serving tray they were situated on on top of her dresser, as if they were going to turn into cakes at any moment. Maybe they would, one day. Wendy was just finishing what she was saying when Alice got back out (it hadn't taken her all that horribly long to find the list, after all, as it was only one pillow and one plant and the pebbles were right next to that, and she had rushed the whole way). She handed over the list before leaning back against the door-frame and looking up at the ceiling. Peter's Neverland was supposed to be up there, apparently. Wendy had told her so.

"Oh! Wendy, I was just thinking-- pondering? Whatever the word.. or are those the same? I never can remember-- about Neverland. But, then I realized I only know of your adventures there. Would it be alright if Peter told us some of his? And then I can tell Peter of Wonderland, and you can tell a story too! Oh, it's been a long time since we've had a story-telling and I would just love to commemorate this occasion with one! I mean, it's not every day you catch up with someone from your childhood, and even less often that it's someone from another world. I mean, if the hatter just showed up, right out of the blue, I would surely love to have a tea party and a story-telling!" Alice exclaimed before she remembered the urgency of the situation. "Oh, but maybe not. Maybe after we get Peter back to Neverland-- then a story telling?"

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"Yes, Neverland is beautiful. It's always an adventure because the island has a mind of its own. And Alice, I was telling Peter that you're very good at looking for ways to get to other places, so perhaps you know of or have heard of a way to get to Neverland? We'll talk about that sort of thing when we find a way to get there, Peter, let's not get ahead of ourselves. It's not impossible that we'll find a way, but it won't be easy, and who knows how it will work." Peter nodded along with her compliments of Neverland- it truly felt amazing to have someone to share his memories of the place with. Not that it wasn't still waiting for him...all he had to do was close his eyes and he could see the beautiful waters and oceans and forests....but thats all he could do, see. He could not longer remember the smell or the scent; that had all been washed away my the muck of the cities. Thats why he was so insistent on going now. He couldn't forget the most important things about the most important thing in his life. Peter dreaded the day when he could no longer remember the hue of the ocean correctly...

"I'm sure Neverland is positively stunning, but I much prefer places where no one has a mind- not even the humans. Or the hares, of course, becuase there are only so many humans and really it's mostly sentient animals that make up where I want to be- which is Wonderland, of course! But... sadly, Peter, I have no clue how to get you home yet, but I will try. I understand your pain. I don't even know how to get myself home. I don't exactly belong here either. I used to, but I miss my true home dearly,"

Peter watched Alice leave with a puzzled look on his face, "She's a strange a one isnae she?" He said to Wendy, fully aware that Alice could hear him, "I kin'ay like it- she reminds me a bit ay Tink-" Peter was cut off as Alice walked back into the hall and started yelling to Wendy. Peter down the rest of his soup as she spoke, making sure to get every last drop before he lowered the bowl and raised a brow at the little blonde haired girl.

"Ah think we shoods tell some stories now, I woods love tae hear abit about Wonderland. An' ay coorse, I have th' best ay stories tae tell about Neverland....thoogh I love Wendy's most of all. Ye remember yer stories, right Wendy? Th' great ones abit me? Ah guess tha' was a lang time ago fur ye now..."

He hated that he now felt the need to lower himself when he spoke. Peter recognized it- his deflated ego and submissive behavior....the King of Neverland would have never acted like this. This was cod-fish living, not kingly at all....he just didn't have it in him anymore. It was like growing taller forced all his great-ness out of his bones, ripped his ego from his heart, and left him weak and polite like a limp balloon. He had learned early on that you had to be nice to get anything out of people here; he couldn't act like a king when he was begging for scraps on the side of the road. But even here with Wendy, Peter couldn't get himself to go back to how he should be...

At this point, he didn't want to Lost Boys, Tink, or Neverland seeing him. Not until he was back to himself. And maybe a bit shorter.

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Wendy bit her lip. She really shouldn't do this. As much as she hated to see Peter this oddly humble and, well, nice, it would be mean of her not to take action. Not that Peter had been mean, exactly, but thoughtless he was to the end, and selfish, too, if she was to be brutally honest with herself, but what child wasn't?

"Let's go over to the table," Wendy said. "I'm going to need some tea for this conversation, and maybe some nibbles from the cabinet. I think we have some crisps, and I'm sure you're still hungry, Peter, you could always eat enough for seven boys and I'm sure getting taller has only made your stomach bigger." Walking briskly over to the table, Wendy started pulling odds and ends out of the cabinets for them to snack on, and put a fresh kettle on to boil.

As her friends, old and new, sat in front of her, Wendy went to her room and pulled several loosely-bound manuscripts off of a few of her shelves. Going back to the table, and watching in approval as Peter started to explore and taste the things that she'd laid out, Wendy set the books down. Picking one up to show the both of them the cover, she said, "This, Peter, is the story of a very ordinary girl and her brothers in Neverland. This other one," she said, putting that one down and picking up a much thicker volume, "is the chronicles of the Neverland King, of his adventures and his merry band. Since you want the stories about you, no surprise there, Peter," she said, laughing, "We'll read from this one. I've read it to a lot of children, you know, in the bookstore. It would have been published for the world to see, but I've been waiting for the right place to do that. So, why don't I start with one of your favorites? I'll tell one, and then I'll let Alice tell one, her stories are excellent and I've been meaning to get more of them down on paper, if she doesn't mind."

The kettle had started to whistle, so Wendy poured herself a cup as well as one each for Alice and Peter, in case they wanted something warm while they told stories. Sitting back down with her own cup, she opened the book and started,

"This is the first tale of the King of Neverland. His favorite, too, or so I've been told. The King of Neverland, it is said, wears no crown for everyday, but there was a time when he found a crown and made it his own, to flaunt in front of the Lost Boys and especially the pirates, when the King was feeling particularly fractious.

It all began when the King, known to his friends as Peter Pan, was exploring Neverland for what must have been the millionth time. Not that he'd counted, Neverland was a place without time and mostly, to be quite truthful, without counting, as education wasn't a priority of those who lived in Neverland. Neverland changed constantly, so Peter was forever poking into its nooks and crannies, sometimes with much less welcome than not. But that is another story.

This particular day, Peter had poked himself into a very dark corner of a cave he had never explored before, and without any of the Lost Boys, because most of them were afraid of the dark. Peter would never admit to be afraid of anything, so when they'd refused to go in with them, he'd called them cowards and gone in anyway, with only the light of his fairy, Tinkerbell, to accompany him. Down and down and down they went, getting themselves quite lost in the wet darkness of the cave. So lost that Peter thought he would never get out again, and that Tink would have to fly home and find one of the boys to come and get him, assuming even she could find her way out. She was just as lost as he was, so that option was out, and just when Peter was resigning himself to be the King of Caves, he saw a glitter that wasn't Tinkerbell, just around a corner...

... and so it was that Peter Pan crowned himself as King of Neverland, applauded by the fairies and with a cape as luxurious as any that graced the kings of old. Standing on his throne, which had been placed in the tree house at his behest and too his glee, he crowed his victory, and the Lost Boys cheered and threw their caps in the air. "Hooray for King Peter!" They cried, and as Peter waved grandly to them with his scepter they starting bowing, rather melodramatically, puffing Peter up so big that Tinkerbell considered pinching him just to let some of the air out so he could fit through doors again. For many moons Peter accepted tribute and stayed largely on his throne, lording it over Neverland, and crowing all the day long, until once again the Pirates started mischief... but that is another story. The End."


Closing the book, Wendy looked at Peter, hoping the story had cheered him up. The veracity of the story, especially some parts, she'd always doubted as Peter tended to inflate his adventures to make himself look more impressive, but this was not the time. Peter needed some ego back and his favorite story had always done the trick before. Would it again?

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Alice followed Wendy happily as they made their way over to the table, all the while skipping. Alice couldn't even remember the last time they had a story-time. Last week? The week before? Alice never could be sure. Time was awful like that to her, and she often forgot things she didn't mean to. Alice watched as Wendy pulled two of her manuscripts from their place and set them down. Wendy pointed to one (the bigger one, to be sure, but Alice figured that was only because it chronicled a whole life and the other only told of a few adventures). It wasn't even thirty seconds before the kettle began to whistle, causing Alice to clap her hands delightfully and sing the first verse of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat' as Wendy poured the cups and Alice took her's quickly, not wanting to miss a second of the story. Wendy did have an amazing way with words, after all.

Alice's pale fingers curled around the cup as the story started, and her legs quickly followed until her chin was resting on her knees and the cup was burning her legs-- not that she minded, of course, as the cup couldn't help its temperature. Alice looked over to Peter as Wendy declared him the 'King of Neverland'. Wendy had called him this before, but it wasn't like she had had the opportunity to look at the protagonist of the story in the flesh before. Alice imagined a hand-made crown sitting on his red locks of hair and a smile permanently set on his face. She imagined him smaller and younger-looking, and not so bogged down by life. Of course, all she succeeded in doing was imagining a young Hatter with a crown made of teapots on his head. That in turn caused her to giggle uncontrollably. She knew that was in no way proper story-time manners, but she couldn't help it. It was amazingly funny.

As Wendy told about Peter's trek into the cave, all alone, Alice clutched the cup tighter. How horribly dark and scary! However, at the mention of a fairy Alice immediately perked up. She would have to ask Peter about that later. Fairies were a delightfully fun topic! Soon enough, however, the story came to an end, and Alice smiled. It was her turn, after all.

"Oh, that was a wonderful story! I shall have to hear more of them sometime!" she said brightly as she picked up her tea cup and stood up. Some of the tea sloshed around, almost spilling over, but thankfully none did. "My turn my turn!" she exclaimed as she thought over what story to tell.

"I suppose I should start on my first adventure to Wonderland. My second one was so much more bloody and scary that I've yet to get over it myself yet, so I shan't burden you with that. Yet. Anyway, where to start... right! My sister. I hated my sister. Well... I didn't hate her. I don't hate her. She is a wonderful person. I hated the bi-weekly trips to the bank of the river. She never read any books with pictures! Or even a conversation- how can you have a book without conversation! I shall never know. She said she enjoyed them. Anywho, that is neither here nor there and unimportant. My adventure really started with the White Rabbit. Well, he is the white rabbit. At the time, I didn't know that was his name. I just thought it was horribly strange for a rabbit in a waistcoat to be rushing past muttering 'I'm late! I'm late!'. So, I followed him. There was this horribly large rabbit hole he went to-- at first I really didn't want to go, because I was wearing a dress I didn't want to get dirty, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat. So, I went down.

It went such an awful long way! It went probably all the way down to the center of the earth- and you could never believe how inconsiderate whoever built that rabbit hole was! All the jars of marmalade were empty. Though, I wasn't thinking about that at the time. I was showing off. Though, now that I think about it, that was a silly thing to do. No one was there to see me! My fall had to come to an end eventually, though. I fell fairly softly for such a long fall. I was so horribly scared though. None of the doors opened, even though I found a key. Well, one did, but it was horribly small. I couldn't even fit my shoulder in! Thankfully, I found some shrinking juice and got in- eventually. There was some crying involved and some growing cake, but that is unimportant and frankly not my finest time.

After I finally got into Wonderland- which was kind of a hassle, as I mentioned- I met so many people! There was the duchess, who made me take care of her pig-baby-- that is, a baby that turned into a pig-- and the Cheshire cat. You've seen the replacement one, of course, and even though that Chess is positively stunning, he is still a normal cat. The real Cheshire is so much more fun. He can disappear and riddle with the best of them. His words are sometimes confusing though. Takes a minute to think about and then by that time he is bored of you and gone! There is also the caterpillar, but... I shall not talk of him right now. I'm still sad. He turned into a butterfly and flew away!

Oh, and also the Hatter and the hare. The dormouse was there too, of course, but the first time she was a sleepy little mouse. I hardly noticed her, to be honest. The hare likes to throw things- he always has. Be it a cup or a watch-- which his watch can apparently be fixed with creamy peanut butter-- he will throw it at you. You really have to get into a pattern to deal with it. Then there is the Hatter... well, the hatter is indescribable. The first time I met him he seemed very happy and funny. For a child, he was ridiculously wonderful. When I met him the second time... well, that is for a different day.

I met others too, of course. The Mock Turtle, who wept so much you'd think he'd run dry, and then the Red Queen and The Queen of Hearts..... mean people, both of them. Horrible. Thankfully, gone now. The white queen is in office now. Or she was, last I checked. But I didn't meet the White Queen on my first journey, so I'm getting ahead of myself! Let's see now.... The lizard named Bill. Oh how mean I was to that poor man! I kicked him out of the fireplace when I grew to big to be in the White Rabbit's house, and then I knocked him and the rest of the jury over. I feel terribly sorry.

Of course, all of this had to end at some point- it was horribly sad when it did, but it had to. When I got back everyone but my now-late-father thought I was daft, but I brushed it off at the time. It was such an amazing adventure after all!" Alice exclaimed as she sat back down in her chair and took a deep sip of her tea.

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Wendy nodded and smiled at Peter's thanks. She was glad it had helped her old friend get back to his old self. She could even dig him up a sword if he started to get down in the dumps again, fencing had usually brought his spirits up before, even if his Lost Boys weren't anywhere to be found in this world. Even if she had to let him win, she thought, amusing herself, as she was pretty sure the only time she'd won in Neverland was when Peter had let her, or for a joke. Maybe she could actually win now that she was older? It didn't look like he'd kept up his practicing, although perhaps it was unkind to take advantage of his time outside of Neverland... nah. She could use all the advantage she could get, especially since he'd grown since then.

Her own part in the story had been greatly reduced, Wendy noticed, but she chuckled anyway. It was a very good story, although it was hard to tell if Peter changed his stories because he genuinely couldn't remember them accurately or if he, in experiencing the event, had focused so much on his own actions that others faded from his memory. Either way, it wasn't a malicious omission, and while she considered her books more of an accurate-as-possible chronicle of their adventures, Peter had no such requirements. And why should he? He told stories because he loved to, and because he enjoyed it, so as far as she was concerned as long as she wasn't somewhere in the background swooning like a cliched princess she had no objections.

She was very definitely ignoring Peter's ending phrase of his story. Hadn't they had that conversation before? And really, since Peter was going back, there was every reason they'd have it again later, so there was no need to rehash those memories this particular evening. Alice's story she'd heard before, but it was always funny and odd and different to hear. Wonderland seemed as 'living' a place as Neverland, but in a way that made no sense at any time, including its citizens. Neverland, unlike Wonderland, changed in more predictable ways, unless Peter was involved. Those who lived there lived out their own lives in more or less predictable ways--the Pirates sailed around the island, the Fairies mostly in their Hollow and occasionally elsewhere, the Lost Boys and their leader wandering around, finding adventures and/or trouble. From Alice's stories, Wonderland was a topsy-turvy upside-down full of magic sort of place. Where were the rules? She was sure there was some, you just had to find them. One thing about it, though, it was full of random nooks and crannies and stories that children loved because they made no sense.

That fight with Captain Hook, that brought up memories. Especially with the sword she'd just put away. It had been an exciting time, the most exciting time. The last exciting time, but that was depressing, so she ignored that thought. At least looking for a way back to Neverland would be something more interesting than her life had been lately. The long weekend would help out, but if she had to she could take another day off, or just work around her shifts. Where to start, though? There were some old bookshops downtown that she had only browsed through before, and maybe a deeper perusal would lead them to another way from this world to others. Alice might have some other ideas, as they tended towards different spots when they were wandering in town in their free time.

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Wendy picked up the book and flipped a few pages. "I'm going to have to take a long look at this. Mirrors and potions and rabbit holes got you to Wonderland, it may stand to reason that something in these pages carries the secret of how to use those methods to get to other places. And if not, there's some bookstores I'd like to look through tomorrow."

Paging through the book as they sat and drank their tea, Wendy took a while and then pointed to something on a page, accompanied by a diagram and a few faint scribbles. She could hear Ranvir groaning from the bathroom. "This could be helpful. It's hard to tell, it's not exactly clear or simple and some of it is completely unreadable. However, what I am reading here is that there were stories of someone who found a way to travel to a bunch of places, although the exact method isn't quite detailed enough. It does mention that this traveler used two components to get from one place to the other: a 'mad mirror,' and what the story calls 'a potion of dark moonfire and a queen's crowned jester, colored with melancholy and joy in equal parts.'"

She put the book down gently on the table, although she would have rather thrown it across the room. "The potion I'd have to research, and this might be a complete dead end, it doesn't make much sense to me and potions aren't really my area of expertise. But the mirror... that sounds like a mirror made back when they used mercury in the process, in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Buying an antique like that would be out of the question, but it's possible we could find one that we could borrow for the purpose, as presumably you would drink the potion and stand in front of the mirror. One sure thing is that if we could figure out that potion, according to the story we could get wherever we wanted as long as we have an object that carries a part of the land's soul or, more relevantly, have been there before. So Peter, you should be able to get to Neverland, again, if we can figure out the rest of this spell."

Gazing at the dregs of her tea, Wendy stood up and got some ice cream out of the freezer, serving herself some and offering it to her friends. "A couple of scoops of strawberry ice cream, for dessert, if anyone wants it? Anyway, I can't make heads or tails of that potion description. Moonfire sounds like an alcohol to me, but I've never heard of it. And a crowned jester sounds historical, but fairly unlikely unless it's some kind of euphemism. So I'll leave this up to you, Alice. Does any of this sound familiar, so it's worth looking in to, at least? Or does it sound like a waste of time and I should do some more research to find some other methods? Not that this will necessarily work, we might have to try a couple of things before we get lucky."

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The next week passed both too quickly and too slowly for Wendy's taste. Too slowly because finding Peter clothes that he liked, would stand up to Neverland's demands, and reflected his particular flair wasn't exactly easy. Peter figured that the fairies could whip him up something, no problem, but Wendy didn't want to take any chances. Also getting \all the survival essentials was prepared, with things like a first aid kit, making Peter roll his eyes. Wendy was all about the preparation. Once she was back to her work schedule after the weekend, Peter had fun stopping in to her workplace and had no idea what a regular sleeping schedule was like. On the one hand, it was good to see him getting back to his much better moods, mischievous and arrogant in turns, but on the other hand she needed more sleep!

The time passed far too quickly because even though the items they needed seemed difficult to obtain, when it came down to it they just sort of .... fell into their laps. A mirror from a cobwebbed corner of a thrift store, a potion recipe for dark moonshine from one of Alice's haunts, and the others in one way or another came into their paths. Peter was overjoyed, but it was starting to seem a little too easy to Wendy. Regardless, they pushed forward, assembling all the things together. The potion could only be completed on the night of a new moon, which was several nights ahead, so until then all Wendy could do was go to work and make lists of things Peter might need in Neverland.

Days were also passing too quickly because Wendy, as mawkishly sentimental as it was, was not looking forward to saying goodbye to Peter yet again. And then the question always came to her, usually in the wee hours of the morning when she couldn't sleep, what if she didn't say goodbye? What if she just went with Peter to Neverland, even if it meant staying her current age forever or even going back to the age she had been when she left? But the same problems would still exist. And would about Alice? She was an adult, she could make it on her own, but it wasn't exactly a nice thing to do to her roommate. They'd become really good friends, and abandoning her for Neverland didn't strike her as good form.

In the end Wendy knew the choice had to be hers, and she could only avoid Peter's blunt questions about it for so long. She had put enough in his survival pack, which ended up being a large duffel with enough to help Peter and the Lost Boys for a while, whether or not she left with them. She was pretty sure Alice wouldn't go. It was Wonderland Alice wanted, Wonderland she dreamed of, not Neverland.

The night before the last night Peter would have in the real world was somber, on Wendy's part. Peter was happy, although still nagging about Wendy's decision, but content enough with whatever Neverland would do to him. He didn't like age any more than he used to, and he made that pretty clear. The three of them had gotten along pretty well over the last week or so, and Peter's leaving would change that. But Wendy, after all, was a big girl, and there was enough steel in her spine to do what she had to do, although the nagging voice in the back of her mind kept telling her that when she said goodbye it would be forever this time, and that her regrets might be stronger than her common sense.

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Another week after waiting for two years was nothing for him. You would think they time would have past slowly, but that was not the case. The last two years seemed like centuries compared to now....compared to his week with Wendy and Alice.

If Peter had initially landed in this world and found his Wendy right away, things would have been much different. He could not see that this world was far more interesting and spectacular then her had witnessed by himself. Wendy took him to places that they had never let a street kid in before; places like massive grocery and clothing stores. Aisle and aisle of food just waiting to be eaten, mountains of fruit, and piles of meat waiting on a bed of frozen ice. And the clothes. Peter had never seem such insane, magical, and crazy colors before. While he himself could never imagine wearing anything of the sort, Peter found the attire to be interesting to say the least. At first, Wendy had to drag him into the consignment shop. He hated they idea of changing- especially into some ridiculous outfit picket out by a girl. But after a few begrudging minutes in the dressing room Peter soon realized that he actually quiet enjoyed shopping. At least the trying on bit was fun- he had a few girls from the store gathered round by the end. Of course, most of the clothing would do no good in Neverland, but he let the women have their fun (they reminded him of the mermaids and it only made him more excited for home).

Wendy and Peter settled on a pair of tan cargo shorts, a simple green shirt, and a pair of 'converse' (they were black sneakers, but everyone insisted he call them by their true name). After fussing over it for almost 30 minutes, Wendy also convinced Peter a jacket was a good idea, so they left the store with a light weight water proof black zip-up.

Other then the shopping- which Wendy forced him to do a lot of- Peter spent most of the week at the house. When Alice was home and Wendy wasn't, he would entertain himself by listening to her wild way of speaking and crazy stories. She told him of Cheshire and the Hatter and all her friends in her Wonderland. Peter was very interesting in her upside down world and would love to visit it some day- maybe after a few hundred years in Neverland.

When Wendy was home, Peter spent all his time with her. Though he knew he was probably being annoying and disrupting her- he couldn't help himself. He had longed to go home for two years and now he was finally getting the chance....but he found himself wishing he had more time. Here he was, years older and years later, finally seeing his Wendy again....and soon it would all be over.

Peter knew that if he went to Neverland and Wendy stayed, he would never see her again. He knew it just as he knew that he needed to be home- Wendy and him would never meet in this life. Which is exactly the reason he painstakingly fought for her to come with him. He brought it up every chance he got and insisted on discussing their plans even though he knew she had not answered. But she never said anything on the subject, just 'hummed' in her Wendy way and changed the topic to more practical manners.

The night before they planned to leave for Neverland, Peter lay awake on the couch. Both Alice and Wendy had retreated to their rooms and he had forced himself to lay down- but he knew he would not be sleeping tonight. He stared into the dark room around him, absentmindedly stroking his smooth face (Peter has requested the girls show him how to shave) as he thought over what would happen tomorrow. The Lost Boys would rejoice and Tinkerbell would be pissed out of her mind. Captain Hook would think he had seen a ghost and the Indians would throw a beautiful party for him. The mermaids would sings him sounds and Tiger Lily would dance....Neverland would be waiting for him, he was sure. There was not a single doubt in Peters mind about tomorrow- except for Wendy.

Peter turned on his side and gazed towards the pitch black pit of the hallway across the living room. The house was silent, only the creaking of the wood could be heard and the noises of the night outside. Alice was in her room, sleeping for doing whatever it was that Alice did (Peter stopped trying to figure her out the second day he knew her). Wendy was in her room, probably writing or working or sleeping....

By the time he realized he was up, Peter was halfway down the hallway and tapping lightly on Wendy's door. He was barefoot, bare chested only clad in the stripped blue and white boxers the girls had purchased for him on their shopping trip. He tapped one more time, bouncing on the balls of his feet, before he opened the door with a loud creak and slowly popped his orange head in.

"Wendy, ye' awake?"

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Peter followed Wendy to the living room like a lost puppy, glancing around at everything but her. He slumped into the kitchen table next to her, not even bothering with the small amount of food she offered him. Instead, he stared down at his wringing hands, unclenching and clenching his fists as he tried to work out his words.

"What's keeping you up tonight? The obvious? I assure that if we can't get this method to work, it won't take long before we can find another one. Alice and I have a very unique skill set, and one of them seems to be getting travelers... home."

Peter looked up at Wendy as she spoke her final word, his eye brows lifting in a worried sort of look, "Nae, I trust ye an' Alice. I will make it tae Neverland tomorrow, I am sure ay it", He paused then, his eyes once more casting down to his freckled hands, "I'm jist worried tha'...."

His sentence trailed off and a moment of silence past between the two, a silence that was filled with a hundred million different un said words. Wendy and Peter, the Queen and King of unsaid words. The ticking of the clock could be heard, the simmering of the tea, even the light snoring of Ranvir in the other room. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Peter released a gust of breath he had not realized he was holding, ran a stressed hand through his orange hair, and look up at Wendy.

"I've said it a million times an' Ah will probably say it a million times mair, but ah don't know if ye realize hoo much a reall'y mean it. Come wi' me Wendy, come back tae Neverland. I've thooght abit it since I found ye....and I 'hink th' reason I was sent tae yer warld was tae brin' ye back. The Lost Boys miss ye, Tinkerbell misses ye, heck- I think e'en Hook misses ye. You are supposed tae be in Neverland....ye ur supposed tae be wi' me".

Green eyes bore into blue, pleading with her to understand how important this was to him. As much as Peter hated to admit it, he changed while he was in this world. He wasn't the same boy that lived in Neverland...he might not even be considered a boy anymore. But with Wendy with him....Neverland could go back to be a little more of how it was supposed to be.

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"Ye dorn't know?", Peter repeated, staring at her with a blank face. Of course, he knew she would say this- nothing was ever easy when it came to Wendy. The red head ground his teeth together, staring at her with a harshening expression before he suddenly sprang out of his chair and flung around, his dramatic flair he was always known for resurfacing as his anger grew.

"Ye dorn't know!"

He needed an answer. Peter couldn't do this waiting game any longer, not when it came to Neverland. He had waited two years for tomorrow and he could handle a few more hours, but waiting for Wendy to give him a yes was torturous. He wanted to scream at her, he wanted to rip our his shadow and force her to come. He wanted to kidnap her like he had done all those years ago and show her how amazing her life would be with in Neverland, with the lost boys, with him. He began pacing, his arms crossing and uncrossing before he finally walked around the table and stood inches away from Wendys face. Peter was never taught the concept of personal space in Neverland and though he had learned it here he felt his point would come across better if he could make sure Wendy could hear him. And see him.

"Wendy. Please. Ye know ye want tae be wi' me, ye know ye want tae be in Neverland. How is thes place any better 'en th' most beautiful place e'er created? How can ye stand it haur when you have th' option ay bein' thaur? You waur alive in Neverland, you lived an' saw things ye ne'er woods here... things ye coods ne'er even imagine. I ne'er even showed ye th' whole islain! Thaur are things 'at I coods still dazzle ye wit'... I can still amaze ye".

Peter stared at her, his eyes imploring and searching and wishing. He grabbed her face delicately, holding her checks softly before leaning a touch forward, "Come wi' me, please, come wi' me".

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Peter stared at her, thinking through her words. Two years ago, Peter would not understand why Wendy would force his word like this. Two years ago, Peter Pan would have thrown a fit and flown off; pissed and stubborn because someone wouldn't full heartedly agree to something he wanted right away. The new Peter; this weird, stretched out boy-man that grows hair on his face and gets flustered around pretty girls- understands why Wendy would need his reassurance.

In this world, trust is something that is never a hundred percent. You may think you trust someone, that you know their character...but usually they are only using you to benefit themselves. Sort of like Hook, most of the people of this world have another motive for everything. So when Wendy asks Peter for his word that he will allow her to leave if Neverland turns out to be unhealthy for her, he nods solomenly.

"Aye, Wendy, ye hae mah word 'at Ah will escort ye out of Neverland if ye need or want it", While he spoke his words, he cast his eyes downwards and away from her. It hurt to speak ill of Neverland- no one would ever truly grow tired of it. Peter doubted that he would ever need to take Wendy home and he for sure knew he himself would never be leaving. Just like a fish needs water, Peter needs Neverland- he was sure Wendy understood that.

A small smile spread across his face as it finally dawned on him what she had agreed to. His bright green eyes flicked up to hers, the smile growing wider as it took on his old boyish imp like look, "Neverland, Wendy", Peter whispered, "Tomorrow... you an' me- maybe e'en Alice!". A laugh broke free, one of the first carefree laughs he's had in a while and he rushed forward and enveloped Wendy in a bone crushing hug, "Everythin' will be reit again, yoo'll see".

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---TimeSkip: Next night---

Alice held the potion the group had spent almost all day making over a small tray. She took a deep breath slowly, almost like she was stalling for time. Her hands were shaking as she held the potion above the table and the cups. Though, no amount of layers would have changed the shivering. She wasn't cold, as it was fairly nice out, but even the fact that her outfit of the day didn't need to have a coat with it didn't stop her nerves from making her hands shake madly. She knew what pouring the potion would mean- Change. Alice had always loved change, but this change felt strange, different than the normal change. Normal people would probably pass it off as simple nerves, but Alice had long ago decided to trust her instincts. Though, with one look over to Peter she steeled her resolve, knowing how much this would mean to him. Alice had been to the normal world many times, for very long periods of time-- years, days, and minutes all sliding into one mass. She had learned the ways of normal life and how to provide for herself and take care of life as normal people did, even though she never was normal. Peter- Peter wasn't like that. Wendy had told Alice of how many times Peter had come to the normal, mortal world- more times than Alice. However, he never stayed before... before he fell down to the mortal world and was forced to stay. Even though Alice longed for Wonderland with all her heart, she could survive in the normal world- she had and did, every day. It wasn't something she liked, but she could handle it. Peter, however, wasn't like her. He was born for a world not like the mortal one, and he wasn't fit for life that wasn't in his Neverland. His state when Alice had found him in proved that.

So, with one final look towards the gathered company she poured the pitcher that held the vile looking potion into three smaller cups before wordlessly handing them over to her friends.

"Bottoms up... or top down, depending on which way you wanted to look at it. For the cup it would have to be top down, because from their viewpoint I'd imagine it would seem more like the top was being tipped..... right," she stopped her rambling long enough to give her friends a happy look before she tilted the cup backwards and forced the liquid down her throat. It tasted as vile as it looked, but after a few sputters and coughs she got herself to put the cup back onto the tray and walked up to the mirror they had placed in such a way that they could easily step through it.

"Come on. The trip over can't be as bad as the passport," she said with a bright giggle as she stuck a foot trough the mirror, which was shimmering in her vision slightly. It was an vision she remembered from her second trip to Wonderland, when she had met the white queen. Slowly, with one last nod of her head for them to come on, she ducked into the mirror and let the weightlessness overtake her.

It was dark, wherever she currently was. Very dark. The kind of dark where you can't tell when you are blinking and when you are simply staring. The kind of dark where you can't tell which direction is up, which is down, and which is side to side. Soon, though, it didn't matter, because her body hit a barrier. Her arms snapped up to prevent her head from smashing any more onto the ceiling that had seemingly shown up from nowhere.

"Up! Up!" she hit her hands against the barrier a few times like that would make it crack, but it didn't. A bright light filled her vision for a few seconds, but her hands never moved against the barrier. Though, the barrier seemed to move, and when she opened her eyes again an island was floating above her, sort of upside down, or like the tunnel she was in was floating her above it.

Neverland, her mind screamed at the vision, but she didn't get the chance to confirm it. As soon as she fully understood it was an island, her mind was enclosed in blackness again and she stopped floating upwards. Instead, something seemed to catch her foot and she felt herself being pulled down. Somehow, she knew Wendy and Peter were right behind her, but that they wouldn't see each other either. Traveling through mirror, in her experience (which wasn't much experience at all) was a single-person journey, one at a time. An isolated experience.

Peter, her mind sighed as she recalled the island. That had definitely been Neverland.Alice could only imagine how he would feel if he saw what she just had and then was pulled away from it like that. Sadness pained her heart for a moment, but she told herself to put it off for a later date. Now she was falling, and that needed to be dealt with. Alice didn't feel fear, for some reason, because she trusted the mirror-portal to drop them off somewhere, but she wasn't sure where. Back through the mirror? Maybe they hadn't added the right amount of something to allow the final push into a different realm. Maybe they would fall into Wendy's old home or-

A ground that was not the ground she was used to came rushing up to Alice's feet too soon, far too soon. Maybe she had been falling for days, she didn't know, but she didn't have time to react aside from bending her knees and tucking her head as something that was definitely bright-green grass came rushing up to her. Fear that had been absent throughout all the trip suddenly filled her chest and she screamed just as she felt her body fall onto the surface. She figured, with the speed she had been going, she would have broken everything with the fall. To her surprise, however, she wasn't dead. In fact, she was only mildly jarred. Almost like the ground had cushioned the fall. Though, reason told her that ground didn't ever cushion falls because it thought that people shouldn't be stupid enough to fall onto it. Unless of course the ground liked the person falling onto it.

That thought crossed her mind just before two loud thumps hit the ground, sounding decidedly less cushioned than her body's thump had been. In fact, while no cracking of bones had been heard and no really loud screams of pain had been yelled out from Peter or Wendy, Alice figured they might be in a bit of pain. Though to check on that, Alice knew she would have to unravel from her position and open her eyes, and she wasn't sure she wanted to discover just how bad there predicament was.

I'll count to three and then I'll open my eyes, she told herself before unraveling from her position and, with her eyes shut tight, she started counting. One- Alice curled her fingers into the grass and lifted herself up. Two- Alice blindly brushed dirt off of her hands. Three-

Familiar colors and figures filled Alice's head, and for a moment she figured she must have died. Large, mushrooms filled the ground in patches, towering over her head and large, sculpted shrubs dotted the land, even though no one ever seemed to go out and cut them into their elegant shapes. Wonderland... I must be dead, her flabbergasted mind screamed at her, and she immediately turned to check on Peter and Wendy. Neither were up and active yet, probably still in a daze from the fall (after all, Wonderland soil hardly liked them as much as Alice).

Alice shook away her awe at her current situation and tucked a stand of hair that had fallen out from behind her ear back into place before kneeling onto the balls of her feet and shaking both of them. They didn't look dead, so she figured they were just dazed.

"Guys.... we might not be where we wanted to be, or at least where we needed to be. Well, it's a bit hard to explain... I think it would be better if you would just look and... don't freak out. I know we can fix this... now that we are here at least. Jabberwoky blood can get anyone home and I'm sure the Queen salvaged some... never mind that now. Just... this is Wonderland," Alice said as she let go of the pair on the ground and stood up. The fall couldn't have dazed them that horribly right? Though, if it did, the Queen would be able to fix them right up if they were hurt with bandages and a caring hand. She always did.

The image of the White Queen popped into her head, and that started a series of images that caused her body to shudder, from the Jabberwoky to the dormouse. However, the final image had her eyes popping open and her feet taking an involuntary step forward. The hatter.

She took a step towards the line of trees automatically, toward her home and where she belonged. Still, the knowledge that her friends could and might be hurt made her stop and turn back to them and sit down Indian style next to them before shaking the closest one, who happened to be Wendy, on the shoulder. She knew how horrible the other two must feel after being so close to success, but she also couldn't help the excitement that swirled in her gut and made her smile brighter than she had in years.

"I find it funny your friends managed to hurt themselves on catching-grass," a slow voice said from behind Alice, and the blonde quickly turned to identify the figure. Chess. Or, more accurately, his grin and transparent face, slowly coming into view.

"Cheshire! Oh, it has been ages since I've seen you," Alice exclaimed as she jumped up and grabbed the creature around his only have-transparent body, pulling him down against her. Of course, he simply disappeared and reappeared in the air in front of her.

"Tick Tock goes the clock, but Alice always returns. The caterpillar and I were prepared to wait," The cat said lazily as he floated around Alice's head.

"And the Hatter?" Alice said as quietly, almost hoping he hadn't heard. If he had forgotten her or didn't want her to be in Wonderland at all... or worse, his tea parties were over forever and he at or passed his deathbed (Alice never knew how time worked- a hundred years could have passed in Wonderland.)

"Delighted to know of your return," Chess said before appearing next to Wendy, "You are a very frivolous friend if you don't give them the grand tour. I'm done playing tour guide," with his last remark, the cat dissipated into the nearby air, probably off to gossip about her return or do whatever Chess did.

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When Neverland came into view out of the pitch black darkness, Peters heart had begun to thunk against his chest madly. It felt as if the organ was going to rip right through him at that rate, or it would simple give out from exhaustion. He had never felt something quiet like it before- the shinning brightness of the beautiful island of always and never welcomed him like a parent would a lost child. Peter was ready to once again fly in the blue skies and devastate the pirates ship. The Lost Boys would be waiting for him, Tinkerbell would be pissed, but in moments everything would be back to normal.

Then, like some sort of evil serpent had coiled around his body, Peter was yanked away. He was pulled up and for a moment it seemed like he was actually flying over the island- until it shimmered and melted into the blackness all around and he was once more cast out. Peter screamed, he yanked and writhed and wrenched himself around, but that invisible snake continued its course and he was stuck on its path. No noise escaped his lips, but he was aware of the sounds he would be making if the blackness had not swallowed them up. Pure anguish, anger, and the feeling of being cheated coursed through him....

The rushing feeling came upon him like an unexpected waterfall, but he made no noise as he was unceremoniously deposited on solid grown. Peter crumpled into the grass, unable to hold himself up even to just look around the area. He could feel grass, he could feel a light breeze; all he needed to know was they were outside. Frankly, he didn't care. Neverland has once again been wrenched from his grasp and he felt empty and weak.

Blearily, Peter could hear Alice speaking through a cobweb of noise. He lifted his head to glance at her, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright light of the field. Ah, she was talking to a cat. A smiling cat....a vanishing cat. The creature had disappeared from sight just as Peters eyes came into focus, making him almost think that they hadn't seem him at all. But Peter remembered Alice's story and he knew who that feline was; Cheshire, the real one this time.

The red head pulled himself upwards into a sitting position, casting his eyes around him at the strange trees and colors he had never seen before. Wonderland it must be, Wonderland instead of Neverland. The unfairness of it all sent a raging surge of anger through him, and anger he had not felt since Hook stole Wendy from him and almost killed Tink. He turned his sights on Alice, and completely ignored Wendy's question of how he felt.

"What did ye do?" He growled out as he pulled himself upwards, glaring down at Alice, "Why ur we in Wonderland- I saw it, we passed Neverland on the way 'ere! We waur almost thaur an' now we ur here, was thes yer plan all a long?"

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"Peter, calm down." Wendy said, coming up behind him. "We'll get there. Alice knows this place and its people, and I know her well enough to know that whatever went wrong did not happen because Alice was trying to keep you away from Neverland. She has a good heart, Peter, and she knows it's important to you." She put her left hand on his shoulder. "It will all be ok. You know me, Peter, once I choose a course of action nothing can stop me, we're both that stubborn, and we will find Neverland again.

Sliding her hand down to tug lightly at his upper arm, she started to follow Alice. "Come on, Peter. Let's get this sorted. I don't know about you, but this place is odd and I don't want to be without a guide." Out of curiousity, as she started into the woods, she pulled out a compass from her pack. The needle stayed in one spot, but after a moment it started whirling back and forth, left and right, and then just started spinning quickly.

"Well this was no help," she muttered, putting it back into her backpack. She wondered how anyway found their way in Wonderland, it didn't seem to make any sense, the compass didn't work, and cats could disappear. Going into her pack again, she pulled out a small bag and something else, wrapped in bright paper. The woods tried to grasp at her, so she shook them off and turned towards Peter a little as they walked.

"Here's a snack," she said, pushing the little bag at Peter. "Put it into your pocket if you want, but I know you get cranky when you're hungry. And... here." She said, handing him the wrapped gift. "I was going to wait until your birthday, or whenever we got around to celebrating your return in Neverland and your coronation--yes, I knew you'd have one--but I might as well give it to you now."

Wendy hoped he liked it. While back in the world of her birth, and shopping, she'd been unable to resist the urge to pick up the gift. Saying it had called to her was a bit dramatic, but it had caught her eye and imagination and refused to let go. In the wrapping was a small dagger with a silver hilt, plain in comparison to Wendy's sword, but well-balanced and sharp for all that. The one decoration it did have was a small engraving in the blade, "Audeo." Latin for, 'I dare.' She couldn't help but buy it for Peter, and now that they were in Wonderland instead of Neverland she wanted to make sure that he was armed. She could have let him borrow her own sword, but Peter was also very good with daggers and, frankly, she liked her sword too much to give it back. In Neverland he could get his own sword again, but for now, he would at least have something to defend himself and it would cheer him to be able to slash at things, unless he'd changed very much. Hopefully Wonderland wasn't dangerous any more, like Neverland was on occasion, but it was always better to be prepared, especially because Wendy had no idea what to expect from the place other than what she'd heard of in Alice's stories.

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Peter dragged his feet after Alice, glaring daggers into the back of her head. He understood what she was saying, but the image of Neverland fading out of his grasp as he was dragged into darkness was still fresh in his mind. He needed someone to be at fault, he to pin this on someone.

Wonderland was far different then the world he was used to. It was dark, strange, and filled with creatures that made no sense to him. While Neverland was filled with different sorts of creatures, they all made sense to him. Rocking horse flies and disappearing cats should not exist, but they did here. A past Peter may have been excited at the idea of a strange new world to explore and conquer, but this Peter felt the need to go home, to be somewhere normal and safe and set in place. Peter missed the normalcy that came with a land of infinite summer time. In Neverland, he could spend his days doing the exact same thing but Never grow bored. He had also grown so used to his days of continues Never changing that the past two years felt like the longest days of his life. See, when he came to Wendys world, he realized that the concept of time had always alluded him. He never understood that time passed except for the rise of the sun and the fall of the moon. But when he came to that new world, time seemed to expand before him and stretch and stretch....he needed to rest, and he needed to rest in Neverland. Time needed to stop.

Wendy fell into step next to him and Peter cast a tired glance at her. He was glad she was with him, though he wished it was in a different world. At least Wendy was always in a good mood about things- she seemed to be taking their new destination in well despite the surprise.
"Here's a snack, put it into your pocket if you want, but I know you get cranky when you're hungry." Peter took the offered food and stuffed it in his shorts pocket as he was told, no questions asked. Wendy usually knew what to do in these sorts of situation. While Peter was great with schemes, Wendy was far more practical them him. Peter would have never thought to bring food with.

"And... here."

Peter raised a brow at her and let loose one of his infamous grins, taking the parcel into his hands, "Ye brooght me a present, ah t'anks Wendy".

"I was going to wait until your birthday, or whenever we got around to celebrating your return in Neverland and your coronation--yes, I knew you'd have one--but I might as well give it to you now."

Quickly, Peter ripped apart the paper, not bothering to keep the wrappings together as he dug out Wendys gift. He pulled out the dagger gingerly, running his eyes along the blade and handle, weighing it in his hand....
Peter had not held a blade since the last time he was in Neverland. Wendy of course knew his choice of weapon was always a dagger, though he dabbled in swords as well. Blades were easier to carry, they were effective tools in both fighting and survival, and they were easier to fly with. Peters dagger in Neverland was made of Giant Walrus- shaped from the tusks of a Giant Walrus that he had killed himself. The best was massive, well over ten feet taller then him, and its tusks were pointed and shinned like the creature carried its own two swords. Peters battle with it was one of his favorites- he had recounted the story numerously (always adding in a few extra flares).

Peter raised his gaze to stare at Wendy, a slow crackle of a smile breaking out across his face before he latched his arms around her and gave them both a spin. Of course, in Neverland, this spin probably would have sent them both tumbling into the sky by the sheer happiness Peter was experiencing. Although they did hover above the ground for a moment longer then any normal human should have, Peter still released Wendy back onto solid ground a moment later.

"Ye have no idea- er, or maybe ye do- of how happy thes makes me. Thenk ye Wendy, I mean it. When we gie back tae Neverland, it'll be my new favorite dagger fur sure"

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Time seemed to aid in their journey, cutting down the hour Alice had expected the trip to take to thirty minutes. Alice didn’t know if this was a blessing or a curse, though. Yes, she couldn’t wait to see the hatter, the hare, and all of her friends. Yes, she knew she would be accepted with open arms by almost everyone (she had her doubts about the Hatter though- in her mind he had every right to be mad at her, even after she explained why she had to go the last time. He had looked so hurt by her words, after all). But, she needed time. She never even considered the possibility of seeing all of her friends again, not after all this time. She had given up, really, on it. Her first year back she had searched the area around the rabbit hole and beyond, hoping for it to simply one day open up again. But it never did, and after that she had abandoned all of her hope and put her mind on autopilot until she met Wendy, and even then she only opened her mind up a little, just to let Wendy in. Now, her mind was opening up to the hope she hadn’t let herself feel before. Without her consent, The Champion she had proven herself to be in Wonderland was arising from the box she had left it in, where it could only affect her choices and couldn’t force her to spend all of her hours searching for her lost home.

The Hatter was another story entirely, and one she really need time to work out but, judging by the way the white walls of the palace were towering above them, she wouldn’t get nearly enough. She didn’t know what to say to him—she didn’t even know what he looked like anymore. He had changed between her first trips, something she had hardly paid mind to then, but now it would be something she couldn’t ignore, and she knew it. The Hatter with unruly red hair, skin covered in white makeup almost everywhere, and crazy color-changing definitely mad eyes was The Hatter in her mind, at least now. The first time she had hardly noticed what he looked like, because she was child with many things to see and she needed to travel and see and feel. The second time her adventure as the Champion, and the fact that she had to save the poor hatter on at least one occasion, had made his looks imprint into her mind. This time she knew he would probably be changed again, if only for the fact that her visits seemed to be marked by his ever changing face, and she didn’t know if she would be prepared. And there was the other issue of what she would say. Each time she thought about it ended horribly, with only two outcomes- he would say he hated her and didn’t want her around, or he would do the exact opposite and not blame her for leaving at all. Somehow she needed at least a little blame, to feel like she had done something wrong because for the longest time that was exactly how she felt- like she had wronged Wonderland.

The leaves on the trees slowly quickly turned to a porcelain white as they approached the Castle, like they were covered in a perfect coat of snow even though the temperature got no colder. In fact, it was fairly temperate, and Alice was glad for that. The blonde had been expecting Neverland after all, a place of ‘eternal summer’, if Wendy’s stories were to be believed (and Alice believed in them whole-heartedly). Because of that, Alice had only worn a simple white spaghetti-strap shirt, a short-sleeve denim jacket, and some short jean-shorts. Nothing that would stand up to any sort of wintery weather, at least. Though, maybe Wonderland never even had winters. Alice had never seen it, at least, but she assumed it had to. Now isn’t the time to be assuming anything Alice, it’s not good for concentration, a voice piped up in her head, and she looked up as if to identify it, even though it was in her head. She was glad she did, as the doors to the palace were suddenly right in front of her and she was very, very unprepared.


“Well, here is the palace, guys,” Alice muttered as she turned around with a smile. Peter had been glaring at her the entire trip (she knew because of the tale-tell prickling at the back of her neck), but Alice was determined to make him like her again, regardless of her words. Thankfully, Wendy had done something—at least, Alice assumed Wendy had because there was no one else about and Peter had a new dagger and seemed at least a few times happier than he did before). Hopefully, the White Queen could fix everything and Peter would be safe in his Neverland soon enough.
The door to the Palace was unlocked, something that didn’t surprise Alice. The White Queen wasn’t above hosting all manner of strangers within her walls, anyone that needed her help. Though, the woman in question wasn’t to be found within the area the door opened into. Thankfully, there was a palace guard, one with the white knight chess piece for a head.


“May I ask you to tell the Queen that The Alice, The Champion of Wonderland, has returned? Even if she is busy, I am in dire need of her help,” Alice said quickly, only slightly gloating with the whole ‘Champion of Wonderland’ part. Still, there was still a bit of gloating in her words, even some joking. Alice felt the title of Champion was unnecessary, really, because it wasn’t like there was another, wrong Alice that visited Wonderland. There was just her, Absolutely Alice, the one and only Alice of Wonderland. The White Knight nodded his head and walked off in the direction of either the kitchen or the gardens (Alice couldn’t be sure, as they were both in that general direction).


“Well, only a bit longer now. If we have any luck the White Queen will be able to send you two to Neverland within a day or two, or maybe even less,” Alice was careful not to say ‘send us to Neverland’ because the white walls of the palace and the bright fanciful colors of her home were beginning to entrap her again, and this time felt more final than the other times, and she knew this time there was very little chance of her leaving again.

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The palace was creepy. Wendy had admired it in an aesthetic sense from the stories, but in person it was as if the color had been drawn out of the place. Ethereal, true, but the contrast between the too-bright Wonderland forest and its absence in the castle struck her oddly. Everyone stared at Alice as they walked in, in admiration it seemed to Wendy, and a few of them in awe. Alice was someone important here. Someone they respected. She looked at her roommate again. The stories hadn't done their feelings toward Alice justice, and once again Wendy's respect of her roommate was raised as she learned new things about her. Very unpredictable girl, Alice.

The Champion of Wonderland said,“Well, only a bit longer now. If we have any luck the White Queen will be able to send you two to Neverland within a day or two, or maybe even less,”

A few days in Wonderland seemed far too short a time to explore it. All of a sudden as she realized it would be so easy to get them from one place to the next, Wendy found herself curious about what wandering around Neverland would be like. Besides, they had never met Hatter, or many of the other characters--or, rather, friends--that Alice had met in this world. She wondered, as she thought about Alice's statement, if her roommate had left a note for anyone at their apartment. As usual Wendy had to leave a message on her parents' answering machine, but she had talked to her brothers in person and given notice to her job. It was unfortunate that she'd had to leave so many of her books and things, but she'd brought the few important ones like Peter's stories and her own adventures.

She wanted to ask Peter, in a rather tongue in cheek fashion, how it felt being the unimportant one, because Wendy had plenty of experience at that. In Neverland, she was always Peter's companion, or the mother figure, or 'the girl.' Important in their own ways, but certainly no titles to speak of. Pursing her lips, she decided to pursue that with Peter once they got back to Neverland. If she couldn't be a Pirate Queen, which had never worked out right, maybe she could be a Duchess or something?

Instead, she murmured to Peter, "Do you think Neverland would like a palace? I suppose it wouldn't fit into the scheme as well as the tree house, wonderful as it is, but they are very majestic."

To Alice, she said softly, mindful of the echoing nature of the large room, "The White Queen must be quite impressive. And you, you're the Champion here! I don't think I ever congratulated you for doing the kind of work you did, so I will do so now. You were an excellent Hero, and all on your own. Very inspiring." She gave Alice two thumbs up. "Three cheers for you."