Attention. This is not a cry for help. For some reason, my da thought it was, so I'm putting a notice up to say that it isn't. It is non-canonical, since in the book, it clearly says that Hook died before Wendy went home. It doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, but it's angsty and cute, and I like it, so I'm sharing it with you all.

The End of Things: Peter's Version

I had another dream last night. I've been having them every night for— a very long time. Ever since I saw Wendy last, although I'm not quite sure when that was. She's all grown up now, so I took Jane to do spring cleaning, then took her back to her mother after she said it had been a week. I've never been much good at keeping track of time.

There haven't been any lost boys recently. Maybe the nurses have figured out some way of keeping them in their prams. Either way, it looks like I'll be alone for a while.

I don't like being alone.

I always have those dreams when I'm alone, and they're worse because there's no mother around to stroke my hair and say it'll be alright. I know now that it was Wendy who did that, and I'm not quite sure what to think.

For the first time, the future stretches before me— empty. Sure, there will be other lost boys at some point, and there will be Jane. But there will never be another Wendy. It will never be the same. I will never be the same.

I realize now, that what I thought would never happen has happened. Peter Pan has grown up. I want to cry, but I don't know if I know how to anymore.

I hear a shot ring out. It misses, whizzing past. It doesn't even touch me.

But I fall anyway.