A/N i don't own Peter Pan or any of it's characters. this fanfiction is for pure entertainment and no profit.

Chapter 1.

Peter's P.O.V

Her fingers were knotted in my shirt, and I looked down at her beaming face as she gazed at the rainbow. I took one of her hands and looped her arm around my neck, before taking the other and slicing it through the rainbow. Her eyes lit up as the colour sprayed everywhere, and I swear I heard her laugh.

It was such a small thing, making her laugh, but it stirred something in me that felt as though pixie dust was swirling around in my stomach.

Suddenly Jane was wrenched from my grasp, and she started to plummet towards the ground. Tink hovered near me, laughing in her shimmery bell voice, and I joined in hesitantly. The tiny fairy had done this with loads of people before, and I had always laughed along, made a game out of it, sometimes letting myself fall with the person before swinging them high up into the air and catching them at the very last possible second.

Something seemed wrong about it this time, however. It seemed, bad, and I didn't want to play that game with her. There was a horrible feeling that replaced the glowing pixie dust feeling, something akin to wanting to be sick.

Jane's scream cut off the half-laugh as I dived after her, swinging her up on my back. As soon as I felt her clasped hands around my neck the bad feeling went away, and I laughed it off.

"She did that on purpose." The girl on my back gasped, and I laughed lightly.

"She's just jealous." I assured her. "All girls get like that around me."

"How lucky for you." Jane replied dryly, and I was taken aback. I suddenly and unpleasantly found myself having to rethink that statement. Not all girls got like that around me. This one didn't, anyway. In fact, first time she saw me, she punched me in the face! To her credit, she had just been kidnapped with pirates, I was releasing her from a sack and she had no idea what was going on.

The girl had spunk, I'll give her that.

I was surprised, to say the least.

Jane wasn't anything like her mother, not at all. The lost boys had been so excited, wanting her to play with them, and she had yelled "No!" and stalked off.

I stayed in my throne for a second, shell shocked, before flying after her.

"Jane?" I asked, timidly.

"What?" she snapped waspishly. I backed up.

"What's the matter Jane?"

This simple concerned question landed me with a tirade of insults and long winded explanations. I tried to keep up, but she lost me around her promise to her father.

"I've just got to get home." She muttered wrapping her arms around herself and walking off, leaving me floating there in the forest.

"Ah, who needs her?" Slightly sneered, coming up behind me and tugging at his fox ears. Cubby shrugged and wiggled his bear tail; whist the Twins shrugged their shoulders, pulling each other's possum tails. Nibs said nothing, tugging on a rabbit ear, while Tootles stuck his tongue out, before turning, skunk tail in the air and walking back to the hideout.

It rained that night. I tossed and turned, mind filled with pictures of Jane soaked through and shivering, and eventually I got up and went out looking for her. I found her huddled in a cave, looking as bedraggled as I had imagined her, and I scooped her up in my arms, flying her gently back to the hideout. Sure I was mad at her, but that didn't make me a mean person.

I lay her on my bed, pulling the covers up over her gently. I kissed her temple, feeling older than I had…ever, and settled myself down on the floor.

The next morning, when I woke, Jane was gone.

Her raft had sunk, which isn't a surprise, really. I looked at her clutching the bobbing crate, surrounded by bananas and coconuts, and saw a stray tear slip down her face to join the rest of the saltwater in the Never Ocean. She looked so sad, so pitiful, and I felt so sorry for her, so sad myself, and I had an overwhelming urge to help this boyish girl. I sighed and I flitted up to float near her.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, still feeling overwhelmingly sad for this girl.

I scratched the back of my head, like I always do when I'm at a loss, which always seems to be when there is a girl in Never Land, and gazed at her as she sighed into her arms.

"I just want to go home." She said, and I was sad to hear the tears in her voice.

"Come on." I said gently, picking her up and cradling her tiny trembling form to my chest. Sure, I'm the Boy Who Never Grows Up, but I stopped aging at sixteen, not twelve as everyone seems to think.

I set her down on a tall rock and called for the Lost Boys. They were obedient, even if they did jeer at Jane. I glared at them sternly, and they stopped, but not before they saw another sob go through her. I think that softened their hearts sufficiently.

And so we began teaching Jane to fly.

She didn't take to it very well, and it didn't help that Tinkerbelle was unkind.

I pushed her off the rock, telling her to think happy thoughts and to trust, and she began to fall. Fast. That uncomfortable bad feeling was swirling in the pit of my stomach again, and I called out for the Lost Boys to catch her.

None of them did, and she splatted face first into the ground, digging herself a little Jane-shaped hole.

When I saw her hit the ground the feeling I was beginning to think of as 'dread' grew unbearable, and I swooped down to see her. She lifted herself up, looking dizzy, and there was something on her head. A notebook.

"What's this?" I asked, snatching it and looking through its pages.

"My notebook." She replied, brushing herself off. Well, duh. "It's full of lists, notes, places to go, things to do, you know, important things."

"That doesn't sound very fun." I said, before carrying on cruelly, saying "No wonder you can't fly." I heard her breath catch in hurt, but I was feeling malicious at the moment, because of the dread she had made me feel, so I threw the notebook at Nibs, yelling "Keep away from Jane!"

It went a bit too far though, and Cubby ended up eating it. Jane rounded on me, and I was surprised to see a few tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Then she began to yell at me.

"This is all a game to you, isn't it?" she shouted. "Well, I'm sick of playing. You're just a bunch of silly, ridiculous children!"

I reached out my hand to her, but she smacked at it, picking up a few ripped notebook pages up at the floor and looking down at them morosely, before balling them up and throwing them at me. I was beginning to feel really bad about starting that, and what's more, I had a bad feeling for what was coming.

"Ugh, I don't believe in any of this!" she screeched, and that hurt. I saw all the Lost Boys slump, and I had to work hard not to show the hurt on my face as well. Tink began to pull on her short auburn hair, and Jane rounded on her.

"And I especially don't believe in fairies!" she shouted. The Lost boys gasped, Tink flew backwards and I felt my heart stop. Even Jane seemed to realise what she had done, hands flying to cover her mouth. Then she ran off into the jungle.

"Good riddance!" I cried after her, arms folded, before turning to Tink worriedly.

Jane had to become one of us to save Tink, and possibly save herself. Simple.

Not.

For one thing, we couldn't even find the girl. We were everywhere, looking in even the most unlikely places, calling and shouting for her. Suddenly in all the ruckus, I heard a sweet voice call my name. I flew to the source to find none other than Jane, who smiled like an angel.

"I'm so sorr-" I started, only to find that Jane had started talking at the same time.

"I" I tried again, only for the same thing to happen.

"Jane I-" I started once more, only to hear her "Peter, I-" overlap my own words. I gave up and placed my hands over her mouth. She looked surprised, then furious, and then she listened to what I was saying.

"Jane, I'm so sorry, it was just a game and we let it go too far, and I am so sorry. Me and the Lost Boys, we want to make it up to you." I took my hands from her mouth and chuckled slightly, nervously. "We'd do anything for you. Honest." I was surprised at the sincerity in my own voice, and I saw she was to.

"How about Treasure Hunt?" she suggested, a mischievous smirk adorning her lips and an adventurous sparkle in her eye that Wendy had never had. Wendy was girly, Wendy wanted to be protected, but Jane, Jane was like one of us already.

I grinned at her before crowing and flying off.

We led her through the steps of becoming one of us, and I helped her all I could. When the bees Cubby woke up chased us I swooped her up in my arms and propelled her to safety, when her vine snapped I made sure she fell in mud and not on rocks, before throwing mud at everyone else so she wouldn't be embarrassed, and made sure she was top of the tower on the elephant as she washed off.

The boys split off, all looking for the treasure. They would never find it, I hid it extra good this time.

Jane was on a log following the current of the river. I flew near her, making it go faster. She skipped a rock, and then I dared her to explore the cave.

"I'll make it an overnight trip." She laughed at me. I paused. I had never heard her laugh before. It was a beautiful sound.

As the log approached a waterfall I flew up into the air, watching her to make sure she didn't hurt herself. Far to the contrary, her dive was elegant and graceful and she barely made a ripple as she sliced through the surface of the water. Satisfied she was okay, I went to check on the Lost Boys, who had probably been eaten by the Tick-Tock Croc by now.

Jane found the treasure. I was unbelievably proud of her as I pulled cat ears over her head and 'knighted her'.

"I pronounce you the very first, Lost Girl." I claimed, before lifting the silly crown I was wearing out of my eyes and smiling sheepishly at her. "I mean, you know, if you want."

To my surprise she threw herself at me and enveloped me in a hug. The warm pixie dust feeling was back, and I liked it much better than dread.

"Oh Peter, I would like that, very much." She said, burrowing her face into my neck. I thought I was going to burst with happiness, and I beamed and felt my face heating up as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

Suddenly there was a piercing toot and pirates surrounded us. I suddenly felt very foolish, hiding the treasure in Dead Man's Cave. The Lost Boys were soon caught in a net, and Jane was flung to the floor, cat ears slipping off her head.

"No!" she cried out. I flew in front of her, trying to protect her, but ropes were caught round my wrists and ankles. A deep menacing laugh echoed from the shadows.

"Hook!" I shouted furiously, struggling. He ignored me, except to signal to some pirates to tie me up to an anchor.

"Thank you my dear. I couldn't have done this without you." He said instead, to Jane. I looked at her in disbelief. No, no she couldn't have…could she?

"You promised you wouldn't hurt him!" she accused, and my brain short-circuited. She had. Why? I thought she was starting to like it here, starting to like me. Why?

I cried out in pain as Hook pulled my hair and dropped it at Jane's feet. I missed what he said, focusing solely on Jane. I ignored her please of not guilty, blocking her cries of "I didn't do it Peter, I never agreed to this!" from my ears. I glared at her, and saw her stumble back from the hate in my gaze.

"You're a traitor Jane. You lied to me." I told her. "Now because of you, Tink's light's going out!"

As Smee rowed me away from shore and towards the pirate ship, I heard her cry out a promise of rescue, but again I ignored her, choosing to wallow in betrayal and self-pity instead.