A/N: This is my first Peter Pan fanfiction, I'm excited to share it. It's based from the Disney movies along with some of my own ideas and twists. Please read and review. Critiques more than welcome.

Ch.1

I'll Always Believe in You

"I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan."

-Wendy Darling, 1921

"I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan."

-Jane Mccollin, 1941

"I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan."

-Margret Thomas, 1966

"I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan."

-Kimberly Buchanan, 1979

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London, Spring 1979

"One, two, three, four, five, si—"

"Kimberly?"

A little girl with soft red curls peered her eyes from her counting tree's thick brown bark.

"What are you doing, dear?" her mother questioned, stepping out into their lavish home's garden.

"I'm playing hide and seek with my new friend." Kimberly Buchanan replied, pointing into the morning's fresh blue sky.

"Oh?" her mother, Margret Buchanan, was intrigued, "A new imaginary friend?" she looked about the sage toned grass, swaying lightly upon the spring's cool breeze, finding no one.

"He's not imaginary, mother. He's real! He even flies!" the five-year-old flapped her arms like a bird.

"He flies, darling?" she entertained her creative child, crouching down and kissing her soft sweet cheek, "Have you named him yet?"

"His name is Peter."

"Peter?" Margret repeated with surprise, "Why did you choose that name, Kimberly?"

"That's his name, mother."

"It is?" the girl's mother searched her garden more earnestly, "What does he look like, dear?"

Little Kimberly's blue eyes motioned from her parents' bushes, flowers, and tall full trees, "He must be shy." she wanted her mother to see the red headed boy for herself.

"Hmm. I doubt that!" Margret spoke beneath her breath.

"What, Mum?" the child altered her gaze.

"Nothing, Kimberly. Come along." she took her petite hand within her own, marching back toward their patio's brick stairs.

"But mother," Kimberly hesitated, glancing back at the garden, her mother pulling her along, "I have to say goodbye."

"You'll see Peter again after you eat lunch. You want to grow up into a big girl, don't you?" Margret's sky blue orbs encircled Kimberly's.

"Hmmm…" she thought, cupping her small blush lips, "Peter hasn't grown up." She answered as they came into their cozy kitchen, a maid preparing their lunch table.

"Mm-hmm!" Margret lifted Kimberly over her hip and sat her down on a softly pillowed chair, "But Peter is still much older than you." Margret thanked their maid and handed Kimberly a fork, "Now eat."

The child sighed. She'd much rather be outside, playing her game. Peter had found her four times. The red curled daughter took one look at her mother's warning eyes and ate her cooked green peas. Yuck!

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"Goodnight, my angel." A blonde haired man gave a warm kiss upon Kimberly's head.

"Goodnight, Daddy." she yawned wide; her small head nestled deeply into her silk fluff pillows.

Margret smiled as her husband kissed her cheek and left their daughter's room. He knew the child could never sleep without—

"Tell me a Peter Pan story!" Kimberly beamed inside her blankets beside her lamp's glow.

"Very well, Kimberly Anne." Margret's eyes sped shortly toward her daughter's window; she twisted a smirk and looked back upon the child in bed, brushing her braided auburn red strands, "How about…the time you mother helped Peter Pan find buried treasure."

Kimberly shot up with a gasp, "Mummy," a heavy grin curled, "you've been to Neverland?"

"A few times—many years ago." her mother cautiously glanced upon the bedroom's empty doorframe, "Long before I met your father."

Kimberly's second gasp slowly seeped through her lips while her little blue eyes peed above her tucked knees. It would be a secret—just between them.

Margret's gaze grew bright, "You know Captain Hook—"

"The codfish!" Kimberly bellowed, blowing blubbers with her wet tongue.

Margret perched her mouth: a faint laugh carried among the sky, "Yes," the woman gathered her composure, "that Captain Hook." she wiggled upon the bed's mattress, anxious to begin her tale, "For years, since your great-grandmother's childhood—"

"Grannama Wendy!" the great-granddaughter had called the old woman the mistaken name since age two, all finding it too adorable to correct: her small jaw trembled each syllable, her cheeks puffed.

Margret grinned, "Captain Hook and Peter Pan searched for a special treasure chest made of pure gold."

"Why was the treasure special, Mummy?"

"Because of one necklace the treasure had inside: The Key of Time."

Kimberly's eyes shimmered.

"Many in Neverland said the key didn't exist, saying it was only a myth made from old pirates bored with their labors, but Peter believed and was determined to find it. When Captain Hook learned that Peter, his friends, and I—"

"The Lost Boys!" Kimberly giggled, clenching her toy bear.

"Were searching for the key and its treasure, he wanted to look, too, taking his whole ship's crew to Neverland's shore. He searched high and low!" her mother described.

Kimberly gasped, "Did Hook find it mother?"

"No, Kimberly. No matter where Captain Hook and his crew searched, they came up empty." her daughter was relieved, "You see," Margret delicately massaged Kimberly's fine soft hair, soothing her into laying back on her bed's pillows, "the Key of Time was hidden from humans years before—by the mermaids. The treasure wasn't on land but underwater, deep beneath Mermaid Lagoon. A mere human would die before reaching it."

"So how did you and Peter get it?" Kimberly began to yawn.

"The mermaids chose Peter to protect it and had the mermen bring the chest to us on land when Captain Hook started a search across Neverland's seas."

"The codfish!" the tired child groggily muttered, her eyes peacefully closed.

Margret giggled and lifted a sewn quilt over her to keep warm, "Goodnight, Kimberly." she kissed her cheek and shut off her lamp, the room sweeping with a midnight blue.

"Mummy?"

"Yes, dear?"

Kimberly lifted her weighted eyes, "Is the treasure still safe?" she hoped it was.

Margret's dim silhouette nodded by the child's door, "Into this very night, my love."

The mother rolled her eyes, her yawning daughter straining to speak again, "And what does the Key of Time do? Why does Captain Hook want it?"

Margret's eyes fell toward her daughter's window, praying the key never fell into the wrong hands, viewing a bright glowing star and a second star to the right, "It doesn't matter now, Kimberly. The key is safe, and it always will be."

"Why?"

Margret warmly smiled, staring at her daughter's little form within the darkness, "Because Peter Pan will always be in Neverland to protect it." she saw the girl's satisfied nod, "We love you, Kimberly." the woman whispered, leaving her room.

"I love you, Mummy." The red head turned on her side, facing the window's silver stars before sleep finally welcomed her, "And I love you, too, Peter." Kimberly Buchanan closed her twinkling blue orbs. "I'll always believe in you."

A/N: And that's the intro! So we've got a key, an old story, and one cute kid. I'm well into writing this one. I'm busy at times, but know these chapters will get posted. The story is rated M, but it's innocent for now. Thank you for reading and please, please, please, let me know what you think so far and in the chapters to come: love it, hate it, bored with it, doesn't matter—I want to know and see how I can improve my work. I'll post again as soon as I can. Also, if any of you are Princess and the Frog fans, I have a fanfiction in that section as well. It's titled Now We're Human. Check my profile if you're interested. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read.