Hi everyone! I decided to write this story because I am a big fan of Peter Pan. This isn't really based on any of the movies or books...it's my idea of a Peter Pan story, I tried to be as original as possible. Not all the chapters I write will be as long as this but I will try. Um, so yeah. Hope you enjoy! XDxxxXD

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Peter Pan. I am only writing this story for entertainment purposes only!

Forever, In Neverland

Chapter 1: Childish Thoughts

JPOV

The young girl was thrown to the floor, her fragile frame hitting the cold, hard wood. Glistening tears were threatening to erupt from her round, sapphire eyes. Her long, jet black hair hid her pale, porcelain like face from view.

“ We are very disappointed in you.” the man's voice was deep and threatening.

“ Why can't you be more like our dear Abigail?” The woman's voice was shrill and had risen a pitch from her normal, scratchy voice.

“ I'm sorry.” Jeni whispered into the silence.

The man huffed before slamming the door. Her cheek stung where mister Acheson had slapped her. Red liquid oozed from the cut on the bottom of her full, pink lips. She let the tears flow willingly as she heaved her sore body onto her ruff, worn out mattress. She pulled her knees up to her chest, crossed her arms and laid her head on them. Tears now flowed down her cheeks. This was her normal evening routine.

She had been adopted when she was four by mister and misses Acheson. They had been told that there was a very slim chance of the couple having a baby so they decided to adopt Guinevere Riley. Jeni never was called by her full name. The nuns who had set up the orphanage had always called her Jeni and the name had stuck with her all these years. Jeni's mom had died when she was three. Her dad had left when she was born and had died a year later due to untreated cancer. She was now living in a terraced house in the heart of London. However, her happiness was short lived.

Mrs Acheson had become pregnant within a year of her arrival. They had had a baby girl and had called her Abigail. Jeni was delighted to have a new sister only to discover that she would not be playing the role of Abigail's sister but the family maid.

Jeni's room was on the top floor of the house. She had a big bay window in her small, cramped room. The only furniture was a small bed and a set of drawers that were mostly broken . All her clothes in there had been hand downs from Abigail. Unlike Jeni's small frame Abigail was quite a large girl so most of the clothes hung off Jeni. Abigail had unruly brown curls and had a pudgy face. Freckles covered most of her cheeks and arms. She had small, squint blue eyes that gleamed with hate, hate for Jeni.

Jeni herself had never left the house. The only air and sun she got was from sitting by her window. Her “parents” had been nice enough to hire a tutor for Jeni as she wasn't allowed to attend school. Her first tutor was a kind man. He was small and round with thinning gray hair and wore his spectacles near the tip of his nose. She never knew his name but she was always told to respect people so she simply called him sir. Mister Acheson had gotten rid of him about five years ago and her new tutor was a grouchy woman. She always wore plain gray suits and tied her hair into a tight bun. They had lessons once a week and completed them in the dinning room. Jeni had one dress that she wore for her lessons , the only thing that properly fit her as it had been Abigail's when she was ten.

Jeni was now fifteen but she still felt like a child. She was an extremely intelligent person with a brilliant imagination but she never had had the chance to have a proper child hood. She had been forced to grow up.

A cool breeze from her open window filled the room with the fresh night air. It ruffled the sides of her wavy hair. The back of her hair tumbled down her back until it reached the mattress she was sitting on. The tips of it fanned out around her. Her tears continued to flow and they grew deeper. Her body shook as sobs rocked through her. She was so distracted by trying to calm her body that she didn't notice the tinkling of tiny bells that entered through her window.

POPV

A tiny ball of light danced around the room but the girl failed to notice as she kept her face hidden in her arms. The tiny ball of light, which was in fact a tiny beautiful fairy, inspected the room. She flew out of the room and beckoned to a boy who was floating in mid-air. The little fairy flew back into the room followed by the boy. He landed softy on the wooden floor, his boots making no noise as he touched down. He wore brown leggings and an earth green tunic. A dagger hung from his leather belt. He smiled at the little fairy who circled over his head.

The boy's gaze was drawn to the weeping girl on the bed. He raised slowly into the air and hovered over her form. He slowly lowered himself onto the mattress.

“ Girl, why do you cry?”

JPOV

Jeni jumped at the voice. Her sapphire eyes shot up and locked with emerald orbs that were watching her intently. A tiny gasp escaped her lips. The boy also gasped but for a different reason. He shot up from the bed.

“ Surely, not a girl, but a lady.” With that the strange boy bowed to Jeni.

Not wanting to be rude Jeni rose shakily from the bed before courtesying to him, holding out the sides of her large jumper.

“ Dear lady, why do you cry?” the bot continued to stare at Jeni as she sat back on the bed.
She gestured with her hand and he resumed his position at the end of her bed.

“ Maiden, tell me your name.” The boy asked before Jeni could think up of a good story to tell this strange boy as the reason for her crying.

“ Guinevere Riley.” She answered blushing slightly. “ But you can call me Jeni.”

She glanced at the boy. His green eyes shone with excitement and playfulness. His cheek was splattered with mud. He was sallowed skinned with bronze hair that was tossed around his head while little bits at the front fell into his eyes. Windswept was the only word Jeni could think of to describe it. He had a kind smile on his lips with a hint of mischief playing at the corners. He looked around her age. She noticed that the tip of his ears were pointed slightly, not round like her own.

“ What's yours?” She asked, her tone curious.

“ Peter Pan.” The boy said his smile widening.

Jeni gasped. Her old tutor had told her stories about the famous Perter Pan, the boy who never grew up, the boy who could fly. The boy's eyes flashed as shock crossed Jeni's face.

“ The Peter Pan?” She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

“ The one and only.” he winked at her.

“ I must be dreaming..” She murmured to herself.

“ No, your not.” She glanced at Peter.

He seemed so sure of himself. Just to be sure she reached up to touch her lip. Crimson liquid appeared on her fingertips and she could still taste the blood. It still hurt, as did her cheek and all her other pains and bruises. This wasn't a dream. In her dreams she wasn't solid, real. She was always fuzzy or blurry, never really there. Peter reached over to touch her bleeding lips but she flinched away from his hand, a reaction that she had adopted over these past few years. Jeni was never hugged nor congratulated. She was never patted on the back or never shown any forms of love. The only touch she has experienced was the cold touch of either Mr Acheson or Mrs Acheson and it was usually followed by a great deal of pain.

“ I won't hurt you.” Peter whispered, his eyes on the crimson liquid that still oozed from Jeni's lips.

“ It's okay.” she wiped the liquid away with the sleeve of her jumper, keeping it there to stop the flow of liquid.

“ What happened?” Peter asked.

“ I um...fell. Yes, I fell. I hit my face off the corner of the bed. That's why I was crying.” she tried to make her voice sound sure even though she was lying through her teeth. Her sleeve muffled her voice so it was like she was speaking through a pillow.

One of Peter's eyebrows arched slightly but he said nothing. He simply watched as Jeni removed her know blood stained sleeve from the cut. It had stopped bleeding.

She looked back up at Peter who was watching her intently. His brow was slightly furrowed. He simply shook his head before rising from her bed.

“Where are you going?” Jeni asked rising from the bed herself.

Her voice was louder then she intended. She froze as she heard movement from down below. She turned to look at Peter who was watching the door. Footsteps bounded up the stairs. Jeni watched, horrified, as the door to her bedroom flung open. Abigail stood in the doorway, hands on her hips.

“ Dad said if you don't quiet down and go to sleep then he'll come up and put you to sleep.” her voice threatening.

Jeni nodded her head and watched as Abigail searched the room with her beady eyes. Jeni's light was off but their was light coming from the light in the hall and the moon that was high in the sky at this stage. Jeni glanced at the space where Peter was out of the corner of her eye. She was relieved to find that it was empty.

With one last sweep of the room Abigail slammed the door. Jeni waited, not daring to breath, as she listened to Abigail bound down the stairs. Once she heard her footsteps on the floor below she let out her held breath. She looked around the room but couldn't find Peter any where. She sighed before she climbed into her covers, winching slightly. Her collision with the floor was only starting to hurt. It would be worse by the morning. She turned onto her side, resting her head on her only, lumpy pillow.

She was just drifting off when she felt a slight pressure on the end of her bed. She opened her bleary eyes. They widened in shock as she stared at Peter who now sat, grinning, at the end of her bed.

“ I thought you'd gone.” she mumbled as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.

“ No. Well, not yet anyway.”

They spent most of the night talking. Peter told her stories of his adventures, of Neverland, of the lost boys and of the dreaded Captain Hook. He told her how himself and a girl named Wendy had destroyed him, or at least they thought they had. They were wrong. Captain Hook had returned and had captured Wendy's daughter, Jane, hoping to use her against Peter. However Jane had helped Peter to finally defeat Captain Hook once and for all. Now there was a new captain of the Jolly Rodger, Richard James Hook, Captain Hook's son. No one had ever known about Hook's secret life in England. He had a wife and a son. Richard was captain of the Jolly Rodger now. He was a young man and had left on his own adventures leaving the city behind. He soon had he left but he had found Neverland and discovered his life on the sea and as a pirate.

Peter finally had to leave. He promised that he would return the next night.

“ You promise?” Jeni asked.

“ Promise.” his voice was gentle.

Jeni watched as he undid a leather bracelet that was tied around his wrist. The leather was plain with a intricate patter etched into it. He tied the bracelet around Jeni's slim wrist, careful not to touch her delicate, snow white skin. She was still wary of him and flinched away from his hands at first.

PPOV

He said good night to his new friend before leaping into the night air from the window. The air rushed past his ears as he tucked his arms tightly against his body and surged upwards into the darkness of the night. He sighed as he glanced back at the house. The lost boys had been wanting a new mother ever since Jane had left them. Peter felt a well of sympathy in his chest for the girl he had met. She seemed so fragile, so delicate like she would fall apart at any moment.

She looked so pale, like she'd never stepped outside before, never seen the sun, never breathed free air before. She seemed like she hadn't eaten anything in weeks and marks of old bruises decorated her neck and arms. She was still so beautiful though. As soon as he had seen her, with tears like diamonds falling down her face, he had been fascinated by her. As soon as she had began to speak he became intoxicated. Another feeling, unidentifiable to Peter, rushed through him. Wendy had been a girl. But for some reason he never took any notice. Even when Jane came to Neverland he still did not notice her. She was one of the lost boys. He could never put Jeni in that category. He would return home and tell the lost boys about her. He would then return to her tomorrow night like he promised. Excitement rocked through him as he thought of the prospect of seeing her again.

He flew, unwavering, towards the second star to the right. Tinkerbell flew alongside him. A grin had not left his face since he had first talked to Jeni. He continued flying until morning. As he flew he continued to think about the lost boys and how they would be happy with a new mother. They needed someone who would care for them. His thoughts drifted to his secret, a secret that no one could know especially the lost boys. He shook his head to clear it of such thoughts.

He sped up as he approached the star. Wind deafened him as he hurled through the sky. It seemed like he would collide with the star but Peter knew better. He shot straight through the star in a whirlwind of color. Sounds whirled past and he closed his eyes as a bright smile of pure delight decorated his face. He opened his eyes when he could feel the morning sun on his lids.

He breathed in the air of Neverland. He was home. He angled himself downwards towards their under ground house in the tree. He could still not shake the sight of Jeni, blood dripping down her lips, her cheek ablaze. That was from no fall. He would save her, from whatever seemed to be causing her pain. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind as he prepared to greet the lost boys and tell them of the prospect of their new mother.

JPOV

She awoke to the morning sun filtering in through her window. It's rays fell onto her slim form. She arose stiffly from the bed. She change from her baggy jumper and pants into a pair of shorts and long shirt. She looked at her side and all along one side a large bruise decorated her ribs and side.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. As she lowered her hands she caught sight of the leather bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist. Shock ran through her as scenes from the night before ran through her mind. So it hadn't been a dream. The Peter Pan had been in her room, she had talked to him.

She closed the door softly behind her and made her way towards the staircase, her socks padding against the wood. She eased herself down the staircase and into the kitchen. She turned on the stove and began cooking the breakfast. As the grandfather clock in the hall rang eight she knocked on the door of mister and misses Acheson.

“ Breakfast is ready.” She called softly.

All she got in reply was a grunt from mister Acheson. Next she moved onto Abigail's room. She knocked quietly on the door. It was flung open and she was face to face with a very angry looking Abigail. She was already dressed in her tracksuit. She had P.E at school today and the were required to wear tracksuits.

“ What?” She hissed.

“ Miss, breakfast is ready.” Jeni averted her gaze from Abigail.

“ Alright.” she complained “ I'll be down in a minute.”

With that she slammed the door in Jeni's face. She let a sigh escape her lips before making her back to the kitchen. She carried the breakfast into the dining room. Everything was set when she heard three pairs of footsteps on the staircase. She opened the door as they entered.

None of them said anything as they sat around the table. Mister Acheson sat reading the paper. She stood nearby waiting to refill an empty cup and tend to their every need.

“ I need you to clean all the floors on the bottom floor today.” Misses Acheson glanced at Jeni from the corner of her eye.

“ Yes ma'am.”

“ My shoes need polishing and my uniform needs to be washed for tomorrow.” Abigail through a mouth full of eggs.

“ Yes, miss.”

“ Do not neglect your other duties though.” Mister Acheson told her severely not lifting his eyes form the paper.”

“ Yes sir.”

The room fell into silence again as they finished their breakfast, Jeni occasionally filling up any mugs that were drained.

“ You need to find a dress for the cocktail party this weekend.” misses Acheson's voice was slightly strained.

“ Mother, I already have one.” Abigail complained.

“ I wasn't speaking to you, honey.” she glanced at Jeni.

Jeni felt shock run through her. She had never been allowed to any of their cocktail parties before. She had always been ordered to stay in her room. If she even made any noise at all she would pay for it. Just like she did last night when she dropped that plate.

“Darling?” Mister Acheson's head shot up from the newspaper. “ What ever do you mean?”

“Well, she must attend. Imagine what the neighbors would think? Our own niece visiting from boarding school where she's studying to be a doctor? That will show Gladice Wilhite and her perfect lawyer son.” her eyes gleamed as misses Acheson explained her devious plan.

“ Your right.” Mister Acheson agreed.

“ But mother.” Abigail complained shooting Jeni a sour look.

“ Hush now dear.” she then turned to look at Jeni who was still in a state of shock. “ You may wear one of Abigail's dresses. You'll find one in the attic. Make sure it's suitable.”With that Jeni nodded as misses Acheson rose from the table. “ Well now, I must dash. Do not expect me home for dinner. The sisters and I are going out. I shall be home for eleven.” With that she left the room in a swirl of a designer silk suit and glistening pearls.

“ I have a business meeting and then we're going for drinks so I will be returning late as well so there will be no need for dinner.” mister Acheson rose and strode out of the room and out the front door after his wife.

Abigail glared at Jeni.

“ I'm going to a house party with some friends. You will tell my parents that I had practice and was invited over for tea at Renee's house. You will not tell them the truth. Understand?”

Jeni simply nodded and watched as Abigail left the room, and banged the front door on the way out. Jeni sighed and slid slightly down the wall. She rose and went to clear the table.

If only mister and misses Acheson knew what their daughter was up to. They were never around. Misses Acheson was head of the women's union in this part of the city. Mister Acheson was manager of a bank that was near the heart of the city. Abigail was always going out and telling lies to her parents. Jeni shook herself as she carried the plates into the kitchen.

Even though they had lighting and an electric shower and such the Acheson's had never invested in an electric cooker, washing machine, dishwasher or dryer. She had to wash all the clothes and plates by hand. The stove involved lighting a fire underneath a giant metal grill. She also had a clothes horse that she placed in front of the fire that dried the clothes.

She started with the dishes and then moved onto the washing. Next she polished Abigail's shoes. She then started the floors. It was a long and strenuous job that made her hands, her knuckles especially, burn and throb with pain. When she was finally finished she moved onto her other chores which included dusting, polishing and mending some of the torn clothes in the house. When she was finally it was ten o'clock at night, all the laundry folded and resting on the beds. It had taken her all day but the house looked good for the party that was in two days time. She sighed as she made her way to the top floor. Instead of turning into her room she continued on down the hallway. There she lowered the stairs that led into the attic. She knew what she was looking for and she found it way in the back behind a chest of drawers. It was an old chest that held many of Abigail's previous party dresses. She chose a few that had nice material and carried them down from the dusty attic. She left them outside her room and made her way back downstairs to retrieve the sowing kit from the kitchen.

She carried it with her back up stairs but the dresses were gone form the front of her room. Questions filled her mind. She thought she left them outside her room. She rubbed her eyes and blamed the strange disappearance on her tiredness. She opened the door to her room and almost dropped the sowing kit.

There, in the middle of her room, examining the dresses one by one was Peter Pan. He had returned.