Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lost Boys or anything in Neverland. All that wonderful creativity belongs to J.M. Barrie.

Genre: Action/Adventure/Drama/Friendship

Rating: PG

Summary: Movieverse.When Peter Pan leaves Neverland to hear a certain storyteller, the Lost Boys encounter pirates, Indians, mermaids, and fairies all while trying to keep peace between them.

Prologue

The children crowded around me, each one begging for a story. I tried to hold them off, glancing over at one of my cousins for assistance. He just snickered at my predicament. I realized I could not have expected any more from him. I did not have the heart to turn down the children, telling them that I had work to attend to, and see their faces fall in severe disappointment.

Therefore I sighed and told Mother that I would not be joining Uncle at his work downtown. The children whooped in delight and led me over to the storytelling chair. It was a large winged-back chair that had been handed down through several generations. Mother got it from her mother, who got it from her mother, all the way up the time of Queen Elizabeth (or so they said).

It was a pretty good looking chair for being so old, although I think they had reupholstered it several times. I came to the conclusion early on that it was just a new chair all together that just looked exactly like the one from Queen Elizabeth's reign. That seemed to make more sense but when I suggested it everyone acted like I had said something scandalous. So I kept my beliefs about the chair to myself and pretended, like everyone else, that it was a couple hundred years old.

I settled down into it, the children gathering at my feet. My cousin leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed, and his light brown hair falling into his face as he watched me. I could feel his eyes on me as I smiled down at the children, wondering why it had to be him of all people to help me take care of the children.

This was usually the Wendy-lady's job. She was the one with the best stories and the children adored her. However today she had forgotten about an important errand and had left me to take care of the children until she got back.

"Just tell them stories, Slightly," she told me as she breezed by, her long dress trailing the ground after her. "And they'll love you."

I had watched her leave with my mouth agape, before being swamped by ten or so young ones. I had pleaded my cousins to help me, but most of them had an excuse to leave me alone to my fate. In the end it was Nibs who had nothing to do. Although I began believe he had stayed simply to watch me suffer because he had not offered any help so far.

"What story do you want to hear?" I asked, placing my hands on my lanky legs. At sixteen I had stretched out to a tall young man of mostly arms and legs and many times I felt awkward. Nibs, now seventeen, did not have that problem, lucky dog. He was shorter than me (barely having passed the Wendy-lady's height), but was wiry and somewhat stocky. Already he had several girls hankering for him. I had yet to experience that kind of attention.

Michael and the Twins were all twelve years of age and as mischievous as ever. The Twins still did not have proper names, just nicknames various people called them. They were still just "The Twins" to us. John was doing well in school. He said he wanted to be a lawyer or a doctor, so he had gone away just this past year. Wendy and Michael wrote to him a lot.

Tootles had not lost any weight, even now at fifteen. He was still chubby but he was as tall as me and as helpful and cheerful as always. Curly still had his head full of wild curls and his freckles, his body lean and tall for his seventeen years of age. Girls did not flock to him like they did Nibs, for he was a quiet fellow, sweet and kind, but not very talkative. However he did receive several Valentines come Valentine's Day, much to our surprise. Nibs and I could not help laughing out loud when his ears turned as pink as Nanna's tongue.

We used to wonder why Tootles never got any girls, he was nice enough. But we soon learned that he could barely speak to any girl besides the Wendy-lady without getting tongue-tied. Nibs loved to tease him mercilessly about it, but I tried my best to be sympathetic. Curly always was a comfort to Tootles and they soon became inseparable. I was happy for them, of course, but sometimes wondered why I had to be the one stuck with Nibs. Heaven knew how many times we butted heads.

John had a lady friend at his college, and the Wendy-lady had many young suitors. That was part of the reason she had to leave the children with me. A dashing young man by the name of Horace had asked to court her and they were going out on the town tomorrow night and she said she must have new gloves. I did not really understand what was wrong with her old ones, but she insisted and so here I was.

"I want to hear about Neverland!" one little boy with missing front teeth exclaimed. I blinked, wondering how they knew about Neverland. I glanced up at Nibs and he shrugged helplessly. I turned to the children who were now all clamoring for a story about Neverland. I wracked my brain, wondering what I could tell them without incriminating myself.

"Have you ever been to Neverland, Mr. Slightly?" asked one little girl with blond pigtails.

I blinked and gulped, wondering how much the Wendy-lady had told them about Neverland. My question was answered for me when a small boy with big spectacles shouted out from the back:

"Miss Wendy says she's been there! And she's mentioned you too!"

"Were you a Lost Boy, Mr. Slightly?" the little girl asked.

I sighed, figuring I might as well play along. Nibs had stepped further into the room which made me remember a certain adventure we Lost Boys had had one day (or was it one week?) when Peter had been off visiting the Wendy-lady and listening to her stories. I started off with a classic beginning line:

"It was a dark and stormy night . . ."

So yeah, starting another multi-chaptered story. Review and tell me what you think of it so far! :-D