Author's Note: Well, I thought I'd left fanfiction not too long ago. But, for some reason, I felt the urge to write this one. I've always been fascinated by Peter Pan. I never want to grow up and, if he ever came for me, I'd leave without much thought. Anyway, I hope I finish this. But don't count on my updates being regular. As readers of my other work can tell you – I sometimes leave you hanging for a while. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and I'd love to know what you think. I love reviews :)

This one is quite short but I'll make them longer if you like it!

I stared at my open window for a little while, just watching and...thinking. The night sky was an inky black and seemed to swirl above the rooftops. Stars twinkled, tiny pinpricks in the distance. A round moon shone brightly, white and pure as the snow on the ground. Smoke rose from several chimneys and fairy lights adorned the streets, twirled around lampposts and hung from roof tops. They winked at me cheekily and seemed to ask 'what are you waiting for?' What am I waiting for? I thought, looking down at my shoes. Haven't I waited long enough? Hasn't he...waited long enough? I sighed, not sure whether to go through with it all. Not sure whether I should

But I wanted to.

I did.

Two long years it had been. Two years and two birthdays. I thought back to my twelve year old self, the girl who had stared through this very window. Was she still me? Was I the same girl? Perhaps.

I wanted to go. I deserved to, after waiting so long. Or did I? It was my own fault. Maybe he didn't want me back. Maybe I wasn't welcome. But I looked at the tiny bottle in my hand and smiled. I had to find out. I clambered onto my window sill and teetered dangerously on the edge for a moment, almost falling two stories to the ground below. Well, minus the snow that was four foot deep. I felt guilty, seeing as it was Christmas in about a week but I shook that off and tried hard not to think of the tree downstairs. The one I had put the angel on top of for so many years...

But not this one.

A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek but I brushed it roughly away as I uncorked the bottle and let the golden dust fall into my palm. I closed my eyes and sprinkled it carefully over my head. I paused to look at my room once more, just before I left it for good. Then I was gone. I jumped from my window and felt the cold night air rush past me and whip my long brown hair. I imagined flying amongst the stars then, perhaps stopping by to say hello to the little prince. I opened my eyes and glimpsed the houses below me, the roads and the streets. I was free...at last. Before I'd gained much height my thoughts veered dangerously. The note on my parent's bedside table, two years of time, not being wanted, being afraid. Those cold lonely night and...tears.

Then I was falling. No longer flying. The air rushed past me on my descent and I let out a small scream. My body hit a roof with force and I rolled down it, my hands scrabbling desperately at the tiles. I managed to cling on and I paused for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest, my pulse racing. "Happy thoughts." I muttered "happy thoughts." I let go of the roof with some reluctance and launched into the air again.

"Happy thoughts." I muttered to myself.

My hands were numb from the harsh winter weather and I had to touch my nose just to make sure it was still there. I longed to stop for a while, flying in winter isn't the most pleasant of experiences but I daren't stop. Only enough pixie dust to get me to Neverland. Nowhere else. No detours. No returns. "Second star to the right and straight on till morning." I breathed, my breath flying past me in a cloud. "Till morning." I sighed, it was going to be a lonely night. A long and lonely night.