This is a sequel of kinds to my other story 'A Window Opens' but it can stand alone as well :) Basically Peter's trying to save Neverland but he needs help and does't know where else to turn but to Jane. This chapter is very short and not much happens but bear with me - I'm planning on this being a very exciting story! Hope you enjoy it and pleeaassseee Review!

Peter was running, his frantic footsteps sending ominous echoes bouncing from the alleyway, chasing him, hounding him. The rain seemed to drum his death toll – he knew nothing about the bleak streets he now navigated and nothing about the gray world he found himself in. All he knew was a name and it was that that he was running towards.

Peter skidded to a halt in front of the house he knew so well and stood at the doorway gasping for breath, the rain got heavier and heavier until it became a curtain of liquid and suddenly lightning flashed across the sky and Peter could see the house properly. It was just the same as always, throwing into sharp focus just how much Neverland had changed in the small space of a year, Jane wouldn't recognize it...Peter himself didn't recognize it anymore.

A clap of thunder made him jump and startled him into action, he raised his fist and knocked three times on the large front door.

There was silence and then Peter heard someone humming and footsteps approaching the door, he straightened and looked swiftly behind at the open gate then he heard the lock click and slowly turned around. A girl stood in the doorway, one slender hand against the frame, the darkness made recognition difficult and for a while they simply stared at each other. Peter could feel his breath becoming even shorter a the silence became more and more charged, they took a step closer to each other and another flash of lightning illuminated her.

It was Jane.

"Peter?" She whispered, stepping closer. She realized he'd grown, he was much taller than her now. He didn't answer her and didn't move but simply stood, looking at her.

"Come out of the rain, Peter." She said a little louder, holding out a hand to him but he didn't take it. Jane let her hand fall limply to her side and stepped closer still, her eyes searching his intently.

"It is you, isn't it?" She asked, getting a little tired of their one-sided conversation. Peter (she was sure it was him) seemed to wake up from a dream, his eyes sharpened and a smile quirked the side of his lips.

"Jane." He said simply but his voice cracked and he squeezed his eyes shut, Jane watched with horror as tears began to trickle from his closed lids and meld with the rain coursing down his cheeks. She didn't stop to think but threw herself into his arms and he gave a shaky laugh, picking her up effortlessly and twirling her round still holding her to him. He set her down and she reached a hand out to wipe the water from his face.

"Boy, why are you crying?" She asked softly and he put his hand over hers and twined their fingers together.

"It's just the rain." He said, his voice barely audible above the noise of the storm. Jane smiled,

"Would you like to come in?" She asked, glancing back at the house. Peter grinned and a fraction of the boy she knew crept back into his face.

"Alright."

They walked towards the front door hand in hand and their eyes never left each others, despite the awful weather neither of them hurried to get to shelter. When they reached the doorstep Jane laughed and pulled him into the house, closing the door firmly to shut out the pouring rain.

She turned slowly to look at him, still not quite able to believe he was really there but there he stood, barefoot on her mothers maroon carpet.

"It feels odd..." He said, his voice husky. Jane tilted her head inquisitively.

"What does?" She asked quietly and Peter grinned.

"Not coming in through the window." He said and they both laughed breathlessly.

"I can't believe you're here." Jane admitted and he nodded his head once.

"I'm sorry -" He started to say but Jane stopped him,

"No! Don't apologize. I...I've -"

"Yes me too." Peter said, shuffling his feet. Jane had changed, she smiled more freely now and her hair was longer, trailing all the way down her back in perfect ringlets, raindrops clung to her eyelashes still – or were they tears?