Neverland's Angel

Chapter 1

There was an agonizing sting of pain in his side and he faltered mid-flight, his body dropping several feet before he regained himself. Flying had never been so hard. He'd never needed happy thoughts to fly before; it had always come naturally. Now he was fighting to find them. Peter landed clumsily on the rooftop of the Darling household, his feet slipping on the shingles, slick from a recent rain. He sucked in a breath and sat still a moment, his heart rate slowing. His body ached and burned with fever. Sweat dappled his brow and he wiped it away with tired hands. They were shaking as he clenched them. 'Wendy. I have to get Wendy.'A tinkling of bells beside his ear caught his attention and he turned, swatting the little, golden fairy away. "I'm fine, Tink." He said tensely. He knew she was worried, but he didn't like to be petted or fawned over. He wasn't a baby. Tinkerbell crossed her arms and glared at him and he glared back. Peter sighed and crept closer so he was hiding just around the window sill. 'Wendy.' He thought wistfully. He really missed her dearly. But upon looking into the windows, he was shocked to find no sign of life.The house was completely deserted.Something inside him shattered at this realization, because it meant that she couldn't help him.He sunk back against the wall; his breath burned in his chest and he fought the urge to cry. Peter stood like a statute for a moment before burying his head in his arms. He was a strong boy, he didn't cry often but he cried now. Neverland was dying and he thought with childish hope that if he could find Wendy and bring her back maybe, just maybe, she could save his home. But Wendy–along with Jane and Moria–had grown up. He doubted she even remembered him, let alone believed. And when a dream has no dreamer, it cannot last. A thousand plus years of stories and adventures and…he was going to die. Tinkerbell tugged at his hair, and he looked up through watery brown eyes. "It's over Tink." He said and she shook her head. ' No it ain't! Jane or Moria! Surely one of them can help!' She said, her voice ringing around him. Peter sniffed and wiped furiously at his nose and eyes. "No! They're too old now." She looked like she might argue but he took off before she could. With a resigned sigh, she glanced back at the window then at Peter who struggled to fly a steady line. She followed after him, knew how stubborn he could be. But she could be stubborn too, and she was determined to get someone's help one way or another.