Hey Everyone! So I do not own Peter Pan, Mr. Smee, Captain Hook, Tigerlily, Tinkerbell, Pixie Hollow, or any lost boy characters. I am coming up with my own lost boy names/people but some may be the same and those are mine but the same name. Neverland is not mine just a place I like to go. Please leave comments and suggestions!

Backstory: Wendy never happened, neither did Jane. Willow is the first girl, the first Lost Girl.

Chapter 1

Willow leaned back, bouncing on the toes of her feet, ready to spring. She heard the snap of the rubber band gun and took off running. She pushed the dirt farther and farther behind her. The lost boy's cheers were becoming fainter. She nearly tripped on a small rock that she had failed to notice but she caught herself at the last minute. Running barefoot wasn't easy, but Willow was used to it, Neverland was hardly a place for shoes. She steadied her breath and glanced up; Peter was flying above her, casually chewing on an apple and positioning himself in a stance like he was lying on a couch except there was nothing but air beneath him.

"You can stop if you want to ya know" He said in a cocky voice, and then he took a sassy bite out of his apple. "I wouldn't blame you."

"Never." Willow replied sprinting faster. She was almost to the lost boy hut. She could make it, but she needed to distract Peter.

Willow looked at the sky, searching for the flying boy. When she spotted his fiery red hair she called out "Oh Peter!" In a flirtatious way. "Can't we take a break and go for a swim?" All of the sudden Peter Pan flew out from behind the branches of a tree. He hesitated. Willow persisted "Just for a minute!" He bit his lip "Alright, just for a minute,"

Peter flew down next to Willow and they walked to Havendish stream together. The water was so cool and blue; it almost seemed like a photo-shopped picture. They walked over to the changing area, where they kept their bathing suits for those hot summer days when you don't want to go all the way back home.

I still can't believe I'm here thought Willow. It had been 7 months since Willow first arrived at Neverland. Peter found her running away to London from her wretched foster parents. He took her to Neverland, showed her the Lost Boys and became their 1st Lost Girl, a title she wore with pride.

Peter splashed Willow playfully, snapping her out of her trance. She waded into the water and splashed him back. He climbed on a nearby rock and made a lunge for her. She moved out of the way at the last second, causing Peter to do a cringe-worthy belly flop.

"Uhhhh" Peter said as he hit the surface. When he stood up a huge red mark covered his whole body.

"Are you ok?" Willow asked, half laughing half actually caring. She knew he was ok though, he always bounded back fast.

Peter Pan smiled "Yup I'm great. And I do believe that we have a race to get back to?" Crap! He remembered! Willow thought. She knew she had to act fast or Peter would get the head start. They narrowed their eyes at each other and took of toward the changing area. They flung their clothes over their suits as fast as they could. Willow had barely made it out before Peter was hot on her tail.

Willow had flown many times before but now she felt as if she didn't need magic! She practically glided over the long blades of grass and over all of the insects that watched the race from below. The Lost Boy Hut was in sight, unfortunately so was Peter. Willow counted down the steps, 20 feet…15…12...9…4…2… Willow ran straight into the hut and jumped on her and Peter's bed. Strangely, Peter was already in bed, finishing up his apple. He then threw it into the trash chute that led to the big pile of waste outside where the lost boys liked to play King of the Hill.

"How did you…" Willow began.

"Magic" Peter winked. He pulled his cap down over his eyes, indicating that he was going to take a nap. Willow was just now realizing how hard she was breathing and she decided on settling down for a nap as well. Before she did she glanced around at the room. It wasn't much, just a very large hollowed out tree trunk. Bunk beds lay at the opposing wall for all 12 of the lost boys. Stairs with a slide next to it led to the upper part of the house. The bathroom was up there (A glorified porta potty) and so was the fighting deck, where the lost boys liked to practice fighting off pirates. Various knickknacks were lying around the floor. Fairy dust, shark teeth, human skull, telescope, and Peter's favorite, a stolen Captain James Hook hook. Yes it wasn't much, but it was home.