A/N: Wow, wow, this is my first fanfiction here on this website. Anyway, I'm super excited about this story and where it's going to go, and I just hope that you guys like it.

This story takes place after Peter Pan: Return to Neverland.

As you can guess, I do not own the characters. All I own is this plotline.

What is our purpose? Surely, everyone is born for a reason. Surely, we all have a purpose and unique significance from the moment we were born. Something each human being is capable of. That only they're capable of. Nobody else is. But these aren't questions people inquire, for they cannot receive an answer. So they just keep said thoughts as just that - Thoughts. They might pop up every once in a while, when the brain is at a more vulnerable state and wants answers. What is our purpose?

At this moment, however, these thoughts were far from visible in the brain of the figure standing outside a big gate. With long, honey-coloured hair, her body covered by an elongated brown skirt and white shirt, topped with a dark green coat, the sixteen year old girl awaited. The sound of footsteps passed by her, their owners being met by their mothers and fathers who greeted their children with a smile and a hug. Funny how your day could go from moody and dark to cheerful and bright, with just the receipt of a smile from your family.

The arm of the girl raised at the petite frame approaching her. He ran towards her, and she waved with a grin on her lips.

"Jane!" The boy shouted, wrapping his arms around her waist, the hug filled with a clear and obvious joy.

"How was school today, Danny?" Jane smiled down at him, stroking his recently cut dirty blonde hair. "Hook didn't show up, did he?"

Her brother giggled, shaking his head. "No, no and if he had I would've quickly won against him and sent him back to Neverland."

Jane nodded, as if agreeing with his confident and proud statement, before taking his hand and motioning to make their way back home.

Roughly four years have passed since Jane was taken by Hook to that one place she had wanted to believe in but couldn't. The war, the sights back then wouldn't allow the fog to be cleared from her eyes. It was just such a ridiculous story, that of her mother's. With Peter Pan, Tinkerbell and the Lost Boys. What kid would believe such things when they were fearing for their own lives? And of course, as headstrong as she was, those thoughts were merely rubbish. Until that one blissful day where she was whisked away. Where she flew for the first time; Where she fought pirates. And where she became the very first lost girl. Then the most prominent thing - That's where she met the one who made her believe again. Four years have passed, and not once has Peter visited her. Granted, he never visited her mother either, which should be a wake up call to the fact that she'd never see him again. But that small hope at the back of her heart remained. That he could come back. Even if it was just for one day. Just one day would be enough.

Nevertheless, since she came back quite a few things changed. She began taking fencing classes, mostly in case she was facing a dangerous situation at least she'd know how to protect herself. And besides, she was still the very first lost girl. As such, one has to have a unique talent. Hers was fencing. Of course she was still no professional and has only been doing this for three years, though she was positive that she could beat Hook. Subconsciously, a smirk morphed on her lips at the thought of fighting Hook one more time. Fighting alongside Peter and the Lost Boys...Boy, did she miss them.

The walk back home was fairly quick. A piece of paper had been left on top of the kitchen table, informing her that their mother would be back as soon as possible, that she simply went out grocery shopping. With the new information locked in her mind, Jane walked back to her room as did Danny who most likely went to impersonate Peter. It seemed to be his favourite game, after all.

She opened the door, firstly noting the sunset painted in every wall and engulfing the room in endless warmness. The days were getting shorter, and the weather was getting colder. It was already November, so not a surprising event.

Her backpack was thrown on her bed as soon as the front door opened, signaling her mother was back. Tonight was Jane's turn to help her mother cook their dinner, though surprisingly, her dad was there with her.

"Father? Do you not have work today?" She questioned as she hugged him.

"I was feeling a tad queer, so I came home. They didn't want me to infect them anyway." He laughed, as if what he had said was at all amusing. When it came to someone being ill, Jane always took the case serious, even if it turned out being just a one-day cold. You could never be too cautious, she always says.

"Then let's get you upstairs and-"

"Dear," Her mother put a hand up as she interrupted, though a gentle smile always planted on her expression. "He just needs some rest and he'll be as good as new."

Jane wanted to say something, but her mum shook her head, which resulted in a pout and frown on her behalf. "All right, fine."

Her dad patted her head, tittering. "I'll be all right, do not even worry." He finished, making his way upstairs, her sparkling blue eyes following him until his shadow was gone. You could say she was worried sick, and his weak smile wasn't convincing enough.

"Come, dear, help me with dinner." Her mother requested in that sweet voice of hers, and Jane couldn't help but oblige. She didn't ask any questions, knowing it wasn't her place to and knowing her father was probably suffering from fatigue. Finding a job had turned out to be a nightmare after the war was over and the re-construction had begun. And even now her father had to work more shifts than she could count, all for the sake of his family. It was painful to watch him go through so much trouble, but it definitely encouraged her ambitions. She wanted to be the one to take care of them. So they could rely on her a bit more. At sixteen years of age, would she even be considered a child anymore? No. Getting a job, finishing school, those were her priorities. And she would never give up on them. For anyone.

She scuffed back to her bedroom, though not before glancing at the door which led to her parents' room, where her father would be lying in bed, ill. It took all she had not to barge in and make sure he was all right. If mother said he was fine, she should accept it as easily as that.

Grunting, Jane entered her dark room with the only source of light being the one from the moon outside. It was dark, so much that she almost missed the movement at the corner of her eye. Though, it was already too late. Something, or someone, was already weighting her body down and causing her to lose her balance, resulting in her falling on her bum.

"What the-?" She mumbled.

Familiar giggling voices had her eyes widen at the possibility, and she focused her attention on the figures on top of her.

"Jane Jane Jane Jane!" The lost boys happily shouted her name. You couldn't even fathom her surprise at this precise moment. Was she dreaming? Her eyes moved up, as if in slow motion, as they studied the taller figure dressed in green with the moonlight drawing his features, and a little sparkling light next to him.

"Peter..?" She said in a soft whisper which almost sounded like a question.

There he was. Looking right back at her, with the usual grin on his lips.