Hey, Circe here! This is my first Peter Pan-fic, but I had this idea and just had to write it out. Tell me what you think, and whether I should write more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan - however, I do own Peter's Posse, Penelope Pan and all the Lost Girls.

"I'll get you, Pan! If it's the last thing I do!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Peter flew away through the sky, accompanied by no less than five of his friends (per usual). He was on the run from Captain Hook (per usual) who he had irritated to the point of murder (per usual). Peter and his friends had escaped (per usual) and Hook was left screaming after them in rage (per usual).

Everything was very 'per usual'.

Peter laughed and slapped hands with Sharkey, his second in command. Years ago, the original Lost Boys had gone home with Wendy and her family. Since then, Peter had picked up a posse of six, seven including himself. Tinkerbell was flying along with them, and she shouted out insults at no one in particular. Fortunately, she sounded like a load of bells, so no one understood her.

"Uhh… Peter?"

"Yeah, Sharkey?"

"Why is Hook still alive?" Sharkey asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I thought he was eaten by the crocodile?"

"That, dear Sharkey, is what we call a plot mistake. Obviously the author of this story wanted Hook alive, couldn't think of a reason why he wouldn't be dead, and decided just to carry on with the story and hope that no one would notice."

"… Oh."

With that little dilemma sorted out, Peter's Posse (as he had come to call them) continued on their way back to the little treehouse where they lived. They went in and found that, as always, it was a complete and utter tip. After wondering why the magical cleaning elves who had always hung around Wendy had left with her, they picked their way over the junk to the table.

Since Leafy was a strict vegetarian, the Lost Boys survived mainly on berries, water, and a vegetable garden which Leafy tended to - being a very anti-war kind of person, he sometimes stayed home and gardened instead of going to fight Hook. Sometimes they would catch a rabbit and try to eat it when he wasn't looking, but if he did catch them Leafy would have a nervous breakdown and would have to be cared for, putting their plans for the next day in jeopardy.

So, in all, it was plenty of cabbage for all.

Now, Peter was strangely quiet throughout the meal. This was because, as the leader, he was supposed to know everything, but truth be told, something was bothering him.

He looked around at the rest of the boys. He couldn't ask Leafy, he was still a bit mad with him for becoming a vegetarian, Teddy wouldn't know, Sprig and Kit were a bit too big-mouthed, and he didn't want to ask Nash or Tinkerbell. So that left Sharkey.

"Uh Sharkey? Could I talk to you?" he whispered.

"Sure," Sharkey replied.

"Come over here," Peter said, and they went into the bedroom, out of hearing range of the others.

"Well, the thing is, I'm changing. I'm getting taller, and I'm getting these spotty things on my face and I'm getting more hair - only it's on my chest, my armpits and my -"

"OKAY, I think I know what you're talking about!" Sharkey said hastily, holding up his hands. "Well, Peter, I think that… well… I think that you're hitting puberty."

Peter stared at him. "Huh?"

"You know. Puberty. It's what happens when you start uh…" Sharkey trailed off, not quite sure how to put it.

"When you start what?" Peter asked impatiently.

"Well… when you start growing up," Sharkey said eventually.

"WHAT? But… but I never want to grow up! I'm the Boy Who Never Grew Up, remember?" Peter shouted, outraged.

"Yeah… but puberty is a strong thing, Peter. It has to happen sooner or later," Sharkey explained. "And I mean, look at you."

Peter glanced down at himself, and gasped. Instead of looking about eight, he now looked like a fourteen year old boy. "But… but…" he stuttered.

"Don't worry, Peter. I think that you'll stop getting any older by the time you look about sixteen or seventeen, and as we both know, you age very slowly," Sharkey reassured him.

"But… but…" Peter continued to stutter.

"Don't worry. You'll get through this," Sharkey assured him. "Now, lets go back to the others. How about we go and annoy Hook tomorrow? That always cheers you up, doesn't it?"

Peter nodded meekly and followed his friend back out of the bedroom. He ran a hand through his shaggy, reddish-blonde hair to try and calm his nerves. It was nothing, nothing at all…

"Uhh… Peter?"

"Yeah?" Peter looked up to see Sprig staring at him.

"You've got a big, spotty thing on your chin," Sprig pointed out.

It was all Peter could do not to scream out loud.

The next day, Peter's Posse was flying on their way to Captain Hook's ship, when they saw something flying. On closer inspection there were six things - too big to be birds, Peter thought.

"Hey - what's that?" he asked, nudging Teddy.

"I dunno - birds?" Teddy offered as a guess. "Flying pie?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Anyone else got any ideas?" he asked the others.

They all shook their heads and shrugged. "Let's follow them," Nash suggested.

"I know - let's follow them," Peter suggested. Everyone agreed that this was a great idea, and they set off after the flying things. Five minutes later the bird-like things landed in the forest, and Peter guided the lost boys down to land behind them. They peeked between the trees, and saw that there were six people standing in front of them. But they weren't just people, they were… girls.

"Let's go!" Peter whispered, and he strode forward bravely. The girls turned around and he addressed them firmly. "Who are you, and what are you doing in Neverland?" he asked.

A red-haired girl who seemed to be the leader stepped forward. "You must be Peter Pan," she said. "We've been looking for you."

"Huh?" Peter frowned. "Who are you, and where did you come from?" he asked again.

"Well, we come from the NeverIsle, these are the Lost Girls, and I'm their leader. Funny, I thought you would recognise me," the girl mused.

"What are you talking about? And who are you?" Peter said for the third time, putting his hands on his hips.

The girl stepped forward, so she was looking directly into his eyes and put her hands on her hips in the exact same way as he did. "I'm your twin sister, Peter. My name is Penelope Pan."

So, what do you think? Should I continue? Reviews are loved!