Please enjoy! I do not own Finding Neverland, but I do own Ruth Elliot, some othe characters, and the following events. Thanks!

Prologue:

EXHAUSTED, THE playwright, James M. Barrie went by the bedroom of the young boys he had been a co-guardian of for nearly two years since their mother died. He and the boys had a long, but exciting day in the park, much to their grandmother's dismay because they came home dirty. Now, night had fallen in London and the Scottish man was saying goodnight to the children he had come to treasure so much.

When the kids were tucked in and hopefully asleep, James decided it was a good time for him to turn in for the day. He was tired himself; he loved playing with George, John, Michael, and Peter, but it was exhausting too.

Yet, when he was just about to go to his bedroom chambers, he found himself passing the one door that hadn't been open or stepped into for so long. It was Sylvia Llewellyn-Davies' bedroom, the boys' mother.

Sighing, James just walked past it and stepped into his room.

Going over to his desk, his dark brown eyes peered to the leather-bound journal on his writer's desk. He frowned knowing there were no new ideas within it. There was writing, but nothing James was proud of. He pulled out the chair and sat himself down it. Resting his chin in his pal, the writer gazed out his window up at the starry sky.

For while, since Sylvia's death actually, James had been unable to write a play or anything. He just wasn't inspired enough. The brunet hadn't even been to Neverland since then. James just didn't have it in him. However, he deeply, deeply wished that something would come along and help him get back to the way he once was because if something didn't, he was afraid that he'd slowly grow into an adult.

'What would you say to me right now if you saw me like this?', he thought, never taking his eyes of the stars.

THE AUDIENCE clapped loudly as they cheered on the actors and actresses on the stage of Broadway. The cast were doing cast calls and giving their bows. Of course, they didn't forget the orchestra before the red velvet curtain came down on them to end that night's showing of the Wizard of Oz. After that, the standing ovation had died down, but the excitement of the cast and crew replaced it.

"Good job tonight, guys!" a young woman, dressed a Dorothy, emerged from the group with a happily flushed and fatigued face, even through her stage make-up.

Her shoulder-blade length hair, which was naturally wavy and chestnut with golden highlights, was separated into two pigtails. A big smile was on her face and her blue gray eyes matched it. Finally, a blue-checkered dress over a white shirt adorned her along with red ruby slippers, giving her a childish look not that her youthful face didn't already give that off.
"Ruth!" called a voice amongst the people. A tall man approached her in a cow outfit. She gazed back at him with a raised brow. "Are you attending the after-party?"

"I'm afraid not, Thomas. I have other activities I must attend to." she gave an apologetic smile.

"But you must come! Everyone is going to want to meet you, especially after your splendid performance tonight!" the redheaded man exclaimed, aghast at his companion's reply.

"Well, thank you, but I can't, I regret. You and the others have a good time, though and thank Mr. Morris for me."

"Ruth, it's your last night. You have to go before you leave for England"

"I told you, I can't, Thomas." Ruth kept her regretful grin on. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Farewell, my dear friend." With that, she made her way to her dressing room. When she pushed open the door, the actress' nose was ensnared by the wonderful aroma of various bouquets of flowers from her fans. A smile graced her red painted lips as she red a few notes from them.

Suddenly, a small weight was flung around her upper legs. Jumping slightly in surprise, Ruth's misty eyes glanced back to see a little girl of seven-years-old hugging her legs. The little girl had light brown curls and her emerald hues twinkled up at the woman to match her smile. She happily returned it.

"Hello, sweetie. Did you enjoy the show?" Ruth turned and knelt at the child's height.

"Yes, Aunty Ruthie! It was so funny!" her niece nodded enthusiastically. The brunette woman laughed and brought the girl up into her arms.

"Well, that's fantastic to hear, Emily. I hope you feel the same when I perform in London." she took the child over to her dressing table and sat her down in the cushioned chair. She gently pulled the girl's jacket onto her small body. Then, proceed to grab her own. 'I hope so as well. I hope it's better there than it is here for Emily and I.', she thought to herself.

"Of course, Aunty! You're the best! London is going to be great!" Emily said, pulling on her tiny hat. Buttoning her coat over her costume, Ruth couldn't help but beam. Even with simple, innocent words, she felt much better.

Emily's aunt came over to her, embraced her and kissed her forehead tenderly. She beamed cutely and then, they left the dressing, out of the theatre, and onto the streets of New York City to head home to their flat holding hands and singing one of the Wizard of Oz's songs.