AN: I did not mean to take so long in uploading the first chapter of this story wahhhhh...But here it is lol. Should be uploading weekly so definitely check back soon! Also be nice, it's my first time writing a fan fiction so I'm new to this haha (Also I don't own any of the characters)

"He's just a boy, what more could he know?"

"Hey, last time I checked you were one too!"

"Lads let's just take a minute and figure out how this happened yeah?"

"Twins, you saw him last, what happened?"

"We couldn't see anything…" one twin started before the other finished.

"Yeah we were too short!"

"Alright then, who was there that was tall enough to see what happened?"

"Slightly who put you in charge of things?"

"Nibs, I don't think now is the time to discern who's second in command…"

"Thanks Tootles, Nibs I'm just asking questions to get down to business."

"I think I was last to see him!" Curly shouted among the commotion. "He had just turned to leave after we were dismissed and then I heard the sling of a net from somewhere."

"It's got to be Hook, who else could it have been?"

"No Tootles, don't you remember? We all saw him get eaten by the crocodile…" Wendy had awoken to the hushed commotion from the other side of the room and wondered what the Lost Boys were going on about. She was amazed they were still up at this late hour, with it being just two hours since they had arrived for the first time in the Darling household, she thought they'd be passed out by now; she certainly was. Peeking around the nursery she saw that Michael and John were still asleep but the Lost Boys were gathered around her infamous window.

"He doesn't have any enemies in London does he?"

"No, why would he?"

"What kind of question is that?" The twins whined.

"Quiet lads, we needn't wake up our new brothers and sister about this…"

"Needn't wake us up about what Slightly?" Wendy asked as she got out of bed and sauntered over to them. They all quickly turned toward her light voice with shocked expressions. "Boys?" They were all quick to avoid the problem at hand until they gave in to Wendy's glare.

"Something's happened to Peter and we don't know who or what is behind it all," Slightly mumbled slightly fast.

"What, when, how did you all find out?" Wendy was flabbergasted that something could have happened so quickly.

"I saw and heard a net come from somewhere, but when I turned around Peter was nowhere to be seen," Curly explained.

"Well where do we start our search?" Wendy asked. The boys stared at her in question. "What's wrong now?"

"Nothing, we're just…" Slightly started.

"Surprised is all," Nibs finished. Wendy couldn't believe they were questioning her actions.

"Boys, my love for Peter has not faltered. If he's in trouble I want to be able to help him. So, what should we do first? Can anyone contact Tinkerbell?"

"We believe she was captured along with Peter, they were together after all," Nibs explained. Wendy sighed already frustrated with the situation. She wished she could fly so she could go out and travel back to Neverland.

"What if we never see Peter again?" Tootles started. It only took that one question to launch a swarm of protests.

"What in the world," John mumbled as Michael wiped at his eyes, clenching his teddy bear closer to himself. "I say what is going on?" John asked as he fixed his glasses and sat up in bed. The boys explained everything to their new brothers and waited for their input.

"I say, this is quite the predicament…have any of you lads happen to have pixie dust?" Of course John would be the one to mention something they had all forgotten about. All of the Lost Boys were smart to bring a small supply of pixie dust for emergencies, this clearly counted as one.

"We all have enough for one trip, and if we pitch in a pinch from our supply we have just enough for you three to tag along as well," Nibs said.

"How about it boys? John, Michael are you ready for another adventure to be had in Neverland?" Wendy asked with bright eyes.

"Let's get to it then!" John said as he hopped out of bed. They all rushed to get ready but didn't notice Michael who stood on his bed watching everything unravel. Right before they took off through the now open window he decided it was time.

"Wait!" Everyone froze and stared at him. "What about mother and father? We just got back from being away for what felt like so long to them. What if we forget them again?" It came as a surprise to everyone in the room when tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Wendy knew how to handle the situation, she knew Michael was scared to leave behind their parents and forget about them again. So she stepped to up to him as he got down from his bed, head hung low.

"Michael," she started as she knelt to her knees to look at him. "We do need someone to stay here in case Peter returns. Would you like to be that person? You can also explain to mother and father where we have gone, and reassure them that we'll be back soon." She talked in such an easy tone that got the tears to stop and a small smile to form on her little brother's face. He did a quick nod before giving her a hug goodbye. "Thank you Michael."

"Are we ready?" Slightly asked.

"We just need faith, trust, and pixie dust," Wendy smiled as she grabbed John's hand as the yellow sparkling dust covered their heads. Within seconds they were all out of the room waving goodbye to their youngest brother behind and flying high towards the second star to the right.

"Wendy," John asked as he navigated closer to her flank. "What if Peter's in a lot of trouble?" She took a deep breath in and gave him a newly unwavering look.

"Then we'll fight for him to set him free. I was taught how to use a sword by the one and only, and I will fight until I can no longer."

"I shall do the same," he proudly said now being fueled by his sister's determination.

AN: What happened to Peter?!