[Inspired by this song x LARII YOU ARE THE WORST FOR SHOWING IT TO ME SO HERE HAVE SOME FEELS]
Every so often, while Peter was on treasure hunts with the Lost Boys, or when he was telling stories to the mermaids while Tink sulked jealously on a rock far away from them, in the back of his mind he'd remember how much more fun it was when Wendy was around. When he and the lost boys would steal treasure from Captain Hook that was rightfully theirs, he'd smile to himself and he'd hear Wendy's voice in his head. He knew exactly what she would say "Now now boys we mustn't act like savages now. Boys no! Don't fight over the treasure, I'm sure there's enough for everyone." Peter didn't know much about mothers but he figured Wendy was a good mother for the Lost Boys. She always knew just what to say to them.
Peter would visit Wendy frequently, as much as he loved Neverland, he couldn't resist stopping by her window to hear her stories, even if she didn't always know he was there. After a while though, Wendy stopped telling stories and Peter visiting her window. When she said she was going home to grow up she really meant it. She never once stopped believing in Peter Pan though. After that, Wendy just became another grown up and memories of her began to fade. As sad as it sounds, they both moved on. Wendy became a real mother to a little girl named Jane who then grew up to be a mother herself!
Wendy was happy with her family, and Peter was happy with having his adventures with Tink, Tiger Lily and the Lost Boys in Neverland. They both got what they wanted. Or so they thought.
"And so I said, I'll get you you codfish! And your little pirate too! And that's when Mr. Crocodile jumped out of the water and ate Mr. Smee's left foot," Peter told his story animatedly, jumping around in the air acting out everything that happened as he said it. The mermaids were floating lazily in the lagoon water listening to his story as they absentmindedly brushed their long wet har. On the land around the lagoon, the Lost Boys sat right at the edge, trailing their fingers back and forth in the water.
"Wow Peter, you're so brave!" A blonde mermaid sat up and leaned against a rock.
"Can you tell it again Peter?" The ginger mermaid asked. Then all at once all the other mermaids swam up to Peter, who was slowly descending onto an empty rock, and asked for another story.
"Yeah! The Wendybird woulda liked that story, doncha think Peter?" Cubby asked, to which Slightly smacked him on the arm.
"Heeeey what was that for?"
Peter would never admit to it, but sometimes he actually felt sad that Wendy couldn't come to Neverland anymore. He never mentioned her to the Lost Boys after he stopped visiting so most of them stopped asking about her, Cubby being the exception of couse.
Tink began to turn bright red, filled with even more jealousy at the mere mention of Wendy's name. The ginger mermaid just rolled her eyes and rested her chin in her hand with a groan," Ugh, why'd you have to bring her up!"
Peter sat on the rock quietly for a moment, his legs criss crossed. Suddenly all the faded memories of Wendy came back. He remembered when he brought her and her brothers to Neverland, and how the mermaids almost drowned her. He laughed to himself at that memory. He remembered when she almost gave him a thimble. To this day he still didn't know what that was.
He stood up from his rock in his signature stance, legs parted, hands on his hips. "Y'know what boys? I'm gonna go visit Wendy! I bet she has a whole lot of stories to tell me! Slightly, you're in charge while I'm gone." And with that he saluted the Lost Boys, bid the mermaids goodbye and flew off to London.
No matter how much time had passed between now and his last visit, he still knew the way to Wendy's house. How could he forget? He was really excited to see her again, even though Peter had no sense of how long it had been, he knew it was a while since he last saw her. His last memory of her though was when she was still a little girl. When Peter reached the window, he peered in, looking for Wendy's familiar face and her brown curls that would be tied up in a blue bow at the back of her head. What he saw when he looked in the window though, was not what he remembered at all. There was a little girl in the room, she didn't look like Wendy at all though, and she was a lot younger than how he remembered Wendy so it couldn't have been her. He nudged the window open just a crack and looked over the window sill only a little bit though so he'd remain hidden. When he was able to get a better look, he noticed more people in the room next to the little girl. They were all standing around a bed in the nursery. Wendy's bed! Peter smiled, finally something familiar about this room, though he still didn't see Wendy.
It was morning and each person in the room was still in their night clothes from the night before. No one looked like Wendy either. They all looked as though they'd been crying, they held each other sympathetically and just stared down at the bed not saying a word. A woman with short brown hair rubbed tears from her eyes, and carried the little girl out of the room. When she walked away from the bed Peter was able to see what they'd been looking at. There was an old woman laying on her back in the bed, her hands folded over her stomach, and her grey curls resting on the pillow. "Why is there an old woman sleeping in Wendy's bed?" Peter waited for everyone to leave the nursery before he flew in.
"Wendy, Wendy are you in here?" He whispered out into the room as he looked around. He scratched his head, thoroughly puzzled that she wasn't here. He searched and searched, he couldn't even find Nana to ask about Wendy. He finally sighed, flew back to Neverland and reported to Lost Boys that Wendy wasn't in the nursery and was no where to be found. That was the last time Peter visited Wendy's window, and what he never found out was that Wendy was in the room when he visited. She was the old woman asleep in her bed dreaming of Neverland just as she had when she was a little girl. The only difference was, that morning she never woke up.
