Summary: What if Neverland could be found on a map? What if Hook wasn't the leader of the pirates but the leader of one of Neverland's gangs? What if Peter was the leader of the rival gang? And what if Wendy's family had just moved into the house that was located on both Hook and Peter's gangs' territory line?

The moving truck pulled out and away from the brick town house and continued to move further down the street leaving the newly moved in Darling family on there own.

The girl stood with her family looking up at their new home. The add in the paper had described it as a "Average looking town house standing proud at 3 stories tall. Complete with spacious rooms and 5 bathrooms in a peaceful neighborhood". Her family had gotten it extremely cheap for a 'proud 3 story town house with spacious rooms'. For that the girl remained suspicious for the true reasons of why the prior owners had wanted to get rid of the house so desperately.

"Wendy? John? Michael? What do you think of your new home dears?" the woman asked. She was tall and slender with auburn hair tied tightly into a bun.

"It looks proud and average to me mother." Wendy answered. 'And by average I mean it looks the same as every other town house on the street' she thought to herself.

Michael had no such problem voicing his opinion, "Mum it looks like all the other homes but the door and windows are all different colors. How come we got the green one I want our home to have the blue door and windows." Michael wined as her tugged on Ms. Darlings shirt to get her full attension. At the age of 8 he had come to the conclusion that this is all he needed to do in order to get what he wanted.

"I think its great mother." John said causing Ms. Darling to beam at her husband in triumph.

"See, I told you they would love our new home!" Ms. Darling said to Mr. Darling as they linked arms and proceeded to enter there new home for the first time. "I have always said that I have a great eye for such things." He began as he launched into the story of how he had found the ad in the paper and the battle that had occurred between him and the prior owners in order to haggle for the cheap price.

"But father father father," Michael said as he tugged on Mr. Darlings's shirt to get his full attention, "I was there alls you did was walk in and sign a piece of paper with lots of words on it! How come I didn't get to see your battle? I'm old enough!" he wined.

Wendy stifled a laugh and hid her grin with her hand as her father's pride deflated. "Come with me Michael well go to the park with Nana just the 3 of us." She leaned down and whispered in his ear as his mouth opened to protest, "I would take John but I don't think old enough to come with us" Standing back up as she saw him think this through she walked down the hall, "Unless of course you don't want to come then i'll just take John and Nana…" she said as she hooked the leash onto her families great St. Bernard.

"Wait! Wendy! Im coming! John doesn't want to go! I'm coming! I wasn't old enough then but im old enough now!" he said as he ran down the hall and vaulted out the door after them as their mother watched form the window with a smile on her face. She waved at them and waving back they continued on their way to the park as she disappeared from the window.

"Wendy tell me another one of your stories." he said as he continued to avoid stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk.

Both of them blissfully unaware of the two heavily tattooed me who had left the shadows of the alley next to their house and continue to follow then as they went under the old gate and entered of Neverland Park.