Author's Note: Hi. I am not making Peter Pan a stud, for all those who have noticed. I will also put pretentious quotes at the beginning of each chapter for no other reason then I really like putting pretentious quotes at the beginning of chapters. Please Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not know Peter Pan personally. I claim no ownership of Peter Pan. I do not know the whereabouts of Peter Pan. Please do not send me E-mails asking for the whereabouts of Peter Pan, because that would be really embarrassing.

"Imagination is more important then knowledge. Knowledge has its bounds while imagination is limitless."

-Albert Einstein

"She left the window open again!"

Peter Pan crouched on a whitewashed windowsill, talking to himself because he had no one else to talk to. He had forgotten for a moment that Tinkerbell was back in Neverland—

"I didn't forget!"

Never mind.

Peter came into the room, silent now, grabbing an epee that had been thrown carelessly on the flowered armchair. He swung it around, his fingers tightening on the grip that was too small for his hands.

"Ha!" He swung it at his own shadow, who swung an identical sword toward his belly. They parried and retreated, each getting their bearings. Suddenly Peter leapt up on the bed.

"I'll beat you now, Captain Hook!" he whispered, his feet barely touching the coverlet. Taking a wild swing with his sword to parry the thrust of his opponent, he suddenly saw the girl moan and swing her hands, almost as if she was holding a sword herself. Maybe he could fight with the girl one day. She was pretty good, even if she had trouble protecting her arm. Peter would teach her how to do that. They could fight the pirates together, and fly to the lagoon where she would see the mermaids.

Peter wrinkled his nose. Why wouldn't she wake up? He had promised Tink that he wouldn't wake her up, but if she woke up herself, that would be different. Or if he woke her up by accident...

Innocently enough, he walked to the window, replacing the epee on the armchair.

"TI-" He began to shout, only to have the fairy herself fly into the window, tinkling frantically.

"No, I am not a silly ass!" He defended himself. "And I was only trying to call you, because I knew you had something important to say."

Tinkerbell tinkled again.

"I did so!"

Tink laughed, and pointed her tiny finger urgently out the window.

"A new pirate captain? I want to see!"

The fairy shook her head.

"I don't care if he's dangerous. Captain Hook was dangerous. The dangerous ones are the most fun!"

Tink flew out the window, looping and jingling for Peter to hurry up.

Peter looked regretfully at the sleeping girl. "Are you sure?"

Tinkerbell was sure.

"Alright then. Here I come!"

Peter shot out of the window, forgetting how narrow the pane really was. With a loud, painful thump, he hit his head on the window sill, before the rest of his body came shooting through.

"Oww!" He moaned.

In the room, the girl opened her eyes. She immediately muttered something about not wanting to go to a party, saw that it was still dark outside, and sat up.

"Peter Pan?" She whispered.

But there was nothing more on the windowsill, only a cool breeze.