In the Light of the Stars What if... (PeterxWendy)

Nightmares On What Would Have Been

John's pov

It's already been, a whole 9 months since Wendy left to stay with Peter. I know she stayed the same since we last saw her, but, I just want to see her again, to, ya know? See how she's doing. After all, she is my sister.

"Michael?" I call Michael sitting from my bed.

"Yes, Johhn?" He asked.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like, if Wendy was here?" I ask him.

"Sometimes, but, I just leave the thought. Although, it would be nice to here some more stories." He said.

I nodded in agreement.

We fell into a deep sleep, after this talk.

~Dream~

I hear sobs, coming out from the room next to me. I get up, and walk next door.

"Wendy? Are you alright?" I ask. Wendy? Wendy is back in Neverland?! Not here?!

"No, John. I'm not alright." She said, hugging her knees, staring at the 'kiss' Peter gave to her.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. This might be what it would've been like, if Wendy was here.

"Peter hasn't visited us, like he promised to. It's been a total of 10 months since we left Neverland. And, he hasn't showed up a single bit." She sobs.

"You could tell Michael and I a story. That always cheers you up, when we imagine things!" I yell, in excitement.

"No thank you. I don't feel like it. Plus, it just hurts too much to tell stories that will remind me of Peter." She says.

"Then why didn't you stay with Peter?" I asked.

"I don't know. But, it's too late now." She said calmly with a cracked voice.

~6 yrs later~ (still in dream)

"Wendy? Wendy? Come on, it's breakfast. Please, come out. We haven't seen your face in a long while now. Please come out." I say knocking. All I hear is silence.

"Please, Wendy talk to us. You haven't talked since we were 13!" I yelled.

I sigh going back down stairs.

~2 yrs later~

"I'm sorry. But, there's nothing we can do anymore. We have tried everything we could do. She's just not responding to any of the treatments we give her." The doctor says. Michael and I start to worry. I sigh.

"Thank you doctor." I say.

"Thanks, I guess." Michael said.

We go into her room. She just stares at the window, helplessly. It's night, so she keeps looking at the 2nd star to the right.

I sigh again.

"Wendy, we brought you some stories you'll like. We know how much stories are important to you." I say trying to smile. She doesn't respond, she just stares at the window.

A few mins after the awkward silence. I saw a tear drop from Wendy's eyes.

She starts to close them. My eyes widen, then I herd banging from the windows. I see Peter, with a worried look in his eyes.

Then Michael and I glance back at Wendy.

Then the monitor went flat.

"No!!!!" Michael, Peter and I yell.

~End of Dream~

I yell 'NO!' When I woke up, and so did Michael.

"John? Did you have a dream where Wendy keeps crying over Peter not visiting and when she was a young grown up. She died, and Peter was there at the window watching worrying about Wendy?" He asked me.

"Yes. And, may I say. That's a Nightmare, I'm not able to forget." I say, laying back down.