Finding Peter

Prologue

My name is Wendy Darling. When I was twelve, a boy appeared in my window and told me he lives in a place where he never grows old. He told me of adventures, of mermaids, and of pirates. Tinkerbell, his trusted fairy, helped my brothers and I fly. I wanted to go and have an adventure, but I couldn't leave my mother or my father.

"Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all," Peter whispered in her ear. "Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again."

"Never is an awfully long time."

He only needed to give her a playful smile to convince her to go with him. Neverland became her home away from home.

Chapter 1

The winds changed and Peter Pan was the first to notice.

"There's a storm coming, Tink," Peter told Tinkerbell, his friend and fairy. "And there's something funny about this storm. We should ready ourselves."

Tink agreed whole heartedly and flew off to find the Lost Boys. Peter flew up towards the sky and looked at the scenery. It started to darken quickly. A huge lightning bolt hit a part of the forest and Peter had to cover his eyes from the brightness. On the deck of the Jolly Roger, Captain James Hook saw the skies turn black and the lightning strike. He was thinking to himself that Peter, his nemesis, must have been dead. The skies would only turn that black if something truly horrible happened. Otherwise, the only indication that something was wrong was the sound of ticking from a clock, which is something that he couldn't hear at the moment.

Hook emerged from his cabin, "Pan is DEAD!"

His crew erupted into a flurry of excitement.

"Let us set sail!" Hook declared to everyone.

Captain Hook believed that he finally rid himself of the boy who drove him mad with his cockiness, and also the fact that he cut his right hand off. It was time to move on, but he wasn't too sure of what to do. Hook spent most of his life in search of the boy, so now that he was dead, what was there to do? Just finding Peter was exhausting enough.

"Where to cap'n?" Smee asked the Captain.

He looked out to the land for a moment, "With Peter gone, what will Wendy do?"

Smee chuckled at him and called out to the crew. They were going to find Wendy. In a way, the crew of the Jolly Roger were like older versions of the Lost Boys, only they didn't have a storyteller. On the other side of the island, Wendy and her brothers ducked for cover in their secret hideaway.

"Where's Peter?" she asked frantically.

The Lost Boys didn't know, and her brothers were no help either. Thunder erupted through the sky and it made them all cower in fear. Tink came tumbling in through a secret hole. She was shaking and drenched in water.

"Tink!" Nibs was the first one to spot her.

Tink began explaining the situation to the Lost Boys and the confused Darling siblings. She used the most exaggerated movements and high pitched squeak of a voice and made Wendy giggle to herself.

"What did she say?" Wendy asked.

"Tink said that Peter is out there watching a storm coming in. Except, what was that Tink?" Tink was still speaking quite fast as Tootles tried to explain. "Something about ..."

Tootles eyes went wide.

In the distance, Peter was calling out for Tink. He was screaming her name. That caught the attention of Tink and she burst out of their hide out with Wendy trailing behind.

"Boys, stay here. I'll come back for you," she warned them.

Wendy left the hideout and followed Tink as quickly as she could.

"Something about what?" John asked.

"Something about death," the Twins said in unison.

Tink arrived first, and then Wendy. She didn't notice it when she was running through the forest, but the skies were beginning to clear. The only thing Wendy could do was try to catch her breath. She sprinted to get to Peter, but when she saw that nothing was wrong with him, she felt the utmost relief. She could only see his back, but she didn't know what he was staring at. Wendy walked closer to see.

In front of Wendy and Peter was a blue box.

"Police box?" Peter read out loud. "Pull to Open."

Peter placed his hand on the handle and pulled, but it was locked.

Wendy was both scared and intrigued. She never saw anything like it. The box was bluer than the skies in Neverland and the wood looked new, but smelled old. It was a mystery that she couldn't stay away from, even as Peter was pulling her away from it. Honestly, Peter pulled her away only because he wanted to be the first to find out what it was.

"Well? Aren't you going to knock? You'd be rude if you didn't," Wendy was much too excited.

Peter hesitantly hovered his fist a few inches above the wooden door. Since he didn't knock, Wendy did it for him.

"Wendy!" Peter snapped.

Peter placed his ear by the lock. Once he heard that someone was about to open the door, he grabbed Wendy's hand and they rushed to hide in the bushes.

The red haired girl stood out the door. "Where are we?"

Wendy and Peter watched as another man stepped outside and took out this device and scanned the area, "Seems to be the early 20th century."

"I didn't say when. I said where," the ginger girl said to him as she rolled her eyes.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and checked his screwdriver, "Give me a minute. It's a little slow today. Odd. There's a weird time fluctuation that my sonic is picking up."

Peter wasn't happy that there were more adults coming to Neverland. Wendy accidentally stepped on a dry twig, which to her, made the loudest noise imaginable – especially since they were hiding.

"Hello?" Amy called out. "Is someone there?"

Peter jumped out of the bushes and placed his hands on his hips, "hello! I am Peter Pan!"

Amy looked at the Doctor in the disbelief, who was silently telling her to be cool.

"I am the Doctor," he said without emotion.

Peter's face and happiness just dropped. He was beginning to remember who the man was. The memories that he needed to forget to stay young were starting to flood back into his mind.

"You're the Doctor."

"Yes," the Doctor replied. "And you know who I am."

"Of course I do."

"Doctor," Amy nudged him. "Introduce me?"

"No, Amy. We're leaving," the Doctor grabbed Amy's wrist and pulled her away to the TARDIS.

"What?! No! We just got here!" Amy pulled away and walked up to the boy.

The Doctor sighed and stood there, flustered with the situation, "Amy, meet the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up. And Peter, meet the Girl Who Waited. Alright? Can we leave now?"

"What is the rush, Doctor?" Amy was excited to meet someone who she thought was a fictional character.

"Peter and I," the Doctor began to explain. "We're not friends. We don't even like each other."

"What? Why?" Amy turned swiftly to look at her Doc.

"We're in a place where you never age and is basically run by him. And how old am I? I don't exactly fit in here," the Doctor was walking back to the TARDIS without Amy. "Come on, Pond."

She groaned and followed the Doctor, "it was nice to meet you, Peter."

He nodded. He was glad they were leaving. He had a past with the Doctor that he did not want to bring up. The clouds gave him a perfect signal. Luckily, Peter only had to deal with the Doctor for only a moment.

"Wait!" a voice came from the bushes.

Wendy rushed out and stood in front of Peter. She could tell the Doctor was an adventurer the moment her eyes laid on him. She wanted to hear the stories of his travels, even if Peter objected to him staying. It was time Wendy was told some stories.