Chapter 1

It was late. Nobody in their right mind should be up at this hour. It was one in the bloody morning after all, so why was a light still on in the living room of 221B Baker Street? Sherlock was dead, he had been so for about a year now, and the only one there was John; who currently was lying on the sofa staring up at the ceiling with his fingertips to his lips, just like Sherlock would have done if he was thinking extremely hard about a case.

It's just a fairy tale…

Those few words kept floating through John's psyche, no matter how much he tried to forget them. They always seemed to be lurking in the dark recesses of his mind and would come out of hiding just when John needed sleep. Sherlock would never let him slow down, even after he was gone.

Sherlock had told Molly everything before he went to the roof, and Molly, in turn, told John about a week after Sherlock died. She couldn't keep it from John, even though she swore to Sherlock that she would. She had to tell John about how Jim had come to the apartment after he was found innocent and had talked with Sherlock about how the final problem was just a fairy tale. She also explained to John about the terrifying cab ride that Sherlock took in which Moriarty told him a story about King Arthur and Sir Boast-a-lot.

Every fairy tale needs a good villain.

No question about who that was. Moriarty was a total evil bastard; he was the one who drove Sherlock to suicide in the first place. But what fairy tale had he been referring to? Sherlock must have thought that it was just the legends of King Arthur and the fairy-tale that he heard in the taxi cab, but John thought that it was more. For the past few months John had been going through all of the Brothers Grimm tales to find one that could relate to the final days of Sherlock's life, and had come up with nothing besides Hansel and Grettle; but that story only pertained to that one case with the kidnapped children. He could almost see the smirk that would be on Sherlock's face at the many fruitless hours he had spent at the library trying to find the story. He would already know the answer and would just sit back and see how long it would take for John to figure it out. Grumbling, John sat up and decided to turn on the TV. Why, he didn't know, he just wanted to do anything but sleep. When he slept he would see Sherlock falling again and again, until he woke up screaming and covered in sweat. No, he thought, I certainly don't need another night of that. Flipping through all of the paid programming he came across an animated show that he recognized from his childhood.

"Second star to the right and straight on till morning! Come on now, follow me!" A boy in green with red hair was saying as he soared out of a window with three laughing and whooping children following him. They flew over the rooftops of London to a chorus of people singing about how you can fly. The children flew through the night and into the morning, where they landed on a cloud and saw the Jolly Rodger, Captain Hook's pirate ship, down below. John, getting bored, was about to change the channel when he realized with a start, that this was it. This was the story he was looking for!

Sherlock was Peter Pan. A boy who rejected all of society, who refused to grow up; who found lost boys and brought them back to his magical world. And he most certainly could fly and crow. John has seen him yell triumphantly at solving a case and fly off a building. After all, falling is just flying, but with a more permanent destination.

The villain: Captain Hook. While Moriarty certainly had both of his hands, he was always setting out to destroy Pan at all costs.

Wendy had to be Molly. Jim had used her just like Hook used Wendy to get close to Pan. Also Molly was the only one to love Sherlock, even though he didn't quite realize it; just like Peter and Wendy.

John was… well what was he? He was a lost boy; a boy who Sherlock brought to Neverland and saved from growing up, saved from the terrors of his post-war, shell shocked mind. They would play games together, trying to solve crimes and Sherlock was always the hero, the main character, the leader.

That was the fairy tale! He had done it! But Peter Pan ends with Pan defeating Hook and sailing off in the Jolly Rodger to return Wendy and her brothers to London. Sherlock's story didn't end like that for Hook had defeated Pan. Was there more to it? Was there a sequel? John vaguely remembered seeing one when he was younger. Switching on the computer he quickly looked it up. Return to Neverland, John read on the screen. Clicking on the summary he read that Hook returned to London to kidnap Wendy, but instead got her daughter Jane, to lour Pan back to him to destroy him once and for all… Hook is going to kidnap Wendy…. That's the next move of the game… so Hook is still alive…

Moriarty isn't dead and he's out to get Molly! John realized with a gasp. But Pan's dead. How could he lour Pan to him if he's dead…. But what if he's not… what if he preformed the miracle I asked of him… what if he's not dead…. John didn't know what to do with this new thought. He switched off the computer and went back to the sofa. Sitting down he continued to watch the children fly around the screen until he drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile Molly was sound asleep in her London flat, when suddenly her bedroom window flew open with a bang. Waking up, Molly was met with a silhouette she thought she would never see again. "Hello dear. Now, now, don't scream. I am very much alive and very much here. Now Sebastian, is that bag ready? … Good. Well, night Molly, see you when you wake up." With that Jim hit Molly over the head with a cricket bat, causing her to collapse unconscious on her bed.