This is part of a series.

Rated K

I do not own Neverland (SYFY)

I'm on a bit of a Neverland kick which sucks when no one else is. This will have to do for now.

It had been a miracle there was a record of her. Her time of death and the child she left behind. All Jimmy had needed to do was ask the woman who ran the orphanage and she had offered him a small smile.

"He is in the courtyard with the other children. Sister Mildred will show you." She nodded to a younger nun who stepped forward.

"Come along, dear." Jimmy followed her out into the brisk air, his coat doing little against the biting cold. Outside, several children ran about. All orphans. All alone. He gazed around the crowd attempting to spot the child in question out. Perhaps he would have her red hair. Sister Mildred smiled at him and pointed towards the brick wall on the other side of the courtyard. Jimmy followed her gaze and squinted, ignoring the children who raced by in favor of the one who sat against the wall. The boy was impossibly tiny. Dark haired and pale. Jimmy approached him slowly, waiting for the tiny waif to notice him. Finally the boy met his eyes and he was stunned at the loveliness of them. Just like hers…large doe eyed and deep brown, framed by long curling lashes. He stared at the boy, unable to look away for several moments. The boy's gaze had passed over him to peer around the snow covered courtyard in silence.

Jimmy turned to Sister Mildred who stood beside him.

"How long has he been here?" He questioned, nodding towards the child.

"Three years now. Poor dear was just four when his mother passed. He'll be eight in a few months time."

"What is his name?" Jimmy asked, never taking his eyes off the waif.

"His name is Peter." Sister Mildred hummed. Jimmy's fingers traced the bridge of his hat as he gazed at the boy.

"Peter…may I speak with him?" He asked and Sister Mildred nodded. "You may." Jimmy approached Peter whose eyes returned to watching him. Smiling, Jimmy knelt down near the child.

"Hello Peter." Jimmy greeted softly. Peter stared at him, brows furrowing.

"Hello." He replied warily. His eyes shifting to the other children playing. He appeared apprehensive. His little fingers curling around his knees.

"My name is Jimmy." Jimmy continued. Peter offered a faint smile.

"I'm Peter…but I guess you already knew that." He looked down at his dirty shoes while Jimmy chuckled. "Why aren't you playing with the other children?" He asked, glancing up and studying the children in the courtyard. Peter shrugged his shoulders studying his shoes.

"I don't know." He replied sullenly. Jimmy frowned. "Have you any friends here Peter?"

Peter shook his head. He did not look at Jimmy who studied him. Not a friend in the world and all alone? No child of Jenny would face that. Not even if he was the father.

"Peter," The waif looked back up at him. "I was wondering if you would at all be interested in coming home with me?"

Peter's little brow furrowed once again.

"You mean like adopting me?"

"Yes." Jimmy responded, meeting Peter's stare with a little smile. Peter shook his head.

"Are you…are you sure?" His voice coming out much softer and Jimmy's smile softened.

"Of course I am." He replied, His hands itched to cup Peter's dear little face in his hands. Instead he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little bauble. He offers it to Peter who looks at it with great interest. Slowly he takes the offered prize, a smile spreading across his face. His little fingers traced over the bauble and he looked up at Jimmy who was still smiling.

"It's a gift." Jimmy stated and Peter's face heated slightly.

"Thank you." The child's hunched shoulders relaxed, his demeanor shifting as he looked at Jimmy. Jimmy took quick advantage, his hands clasped in his lap as he gazed into the face of the child of his love and his enemy.

"You have been here far too long Peter. I do believe you would enjoy life with me. Much nicer than being here with no friends. I will be your friend." Jimmy urged and Peter blinked, looking horribly confused.

"You will be my friend?"

"I will be anything you need me to be." Jimmy vowed. He watched as the boy's face lit up. "I would like that." Slowly he reached out and took the offered hand. Jimmy curled his fingers around Peter's; marveling at how tiny they were in his own hand. Hand in hand man and child walked across the courtyard to a smiling Sister Mildred. And as they descended the steps of the orphanage that Peter had spent nearly have his life, the boy did not look back once.