Jack's POV

The images of that day flood my head again. My dad coming back to fight as the Pan. I stood with Hook. I wanted to say something, to leave with my dad. But Hook scared me. He'd just killed someone, and I knew he'd kill me, too, if I went with my dad. Peter Pan was a great sword fighter, but how could I be saved by a guy in tights? In the end, my fear outweighed my courage and I ended up on the losing end of this battle. After Hook died, I was held back by pirates. When I finally managed to escape them, I raced to find my dad and leave with him. Surely he wouldn't leave me behind, right? After all, a few minutes ago, he'd told he I was his happy thought. But by the time I got there, the Lost Boys were waving good-bye and he was flying away. I'd been forgotten.

So here I sat, in Hook's old bedroom, which soon became mine after the pirates figured out how to function without their so-called 'great and powerful leader.' I looked out onto the ocean and wondered if my family got a similar view. Did they move out of our apartment in New York to a beach house with the view of a sparkling ocean? Probably. After all, things are much easier to afford with only one child. Which is another thing I regret about staying here.

I'll never get to see Maggie, old and grown up. I'll never get to see her graduate high school or college or get married or have kids. She'll always be frozen in my mind as the little, seven year old girl, yelling, "Think of a way to run home, Jack, run home!" And my poor mother, probably worried sick about where I am and what I'm doing. She was always like that. And baseball! I'd miss that the most. I couldn't play anymore.

Drusilla burned my ball. She told me that it was a link to the other world. "I can't go back there, and if I'm stuck here, you are, too!" she said as I watched my ball burn. Drusilla, Hook's old girlfriend (if you'd even call her that), kinda took charge of the pirates after Hook died and Smee abandoned us. At first, the pirates thought I should be the leader, but Drusilla said I couldn't because I'm a kid. "We might as well put a dirty Lost Boy in charge, then!" she shouted, and eventually, she became Captain Drusilla.

I had no idea how much time had passed in the Main Land, where my family is, but it had been at least three weeks in Neverland. I felt kinda misplaced here, surrounded by adults. At least I didn't have to go to school anymore.

"Jaaaaaack!" My only friend, Brynn, sing-songed into my room. She paused when she saw me looking out the window. "Oh, no. Are you feeling sad again?" she asked. She was about my age with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"A little," I said.

"You know what happens when you think about your family," she said.

"I know, I know. I just miss them so much," I told her. "Do you miss your family?"

"No," she said firmly. "But that's for a different reason."

"Please take me back!" I said. It felt like I'd been here for months. I just wanted my mom to hug me and Maggie to tell one of her stupid jokes that were only funny to her so that I could pretend to laugh and my dad would be Peter Pan and we'd all be a perfect family. Brynn first came to Neverland as a Lost Girl, but Drusilla, seeing Brynn's intelligence and physical ability to fight, kidnapped her and adopted her. Drusilla said if Brynn went back to the Lost Boys, the whole hideout would be burned down and the boys would be killed. Brynn didn't want to put the boys in danger, so the stayed here. She had connections to the fairies, so she could take me back.

"I can't!" she said. "When Drusilla notices you are gone, she'll kidnap you and your sister again."

"Then my dad will just come back and fight her," I said.

"Jack," she said. I was quiet. I knew it was much harder than that. Before Drusilla could even kidnap us again, Brynn and the lost boys would be killed. My dad would come back with no army to fight with him. He'd be alone. By going back, I'd put my family in danger. I knew I couldn't do it, no matter how much I wanted to.

Maggie's POV

It's been a month since we've came back from Neverland. Mommy and daddy argue every night. I miss Jack. I wish he would come back. I go into his room sometimes, even though he's told me not to. I just like to hold his baseball bats and stuff. He said he'd teach me how to play baseball someday.

"Peter, he's our son! You go get him!" Mommy would say. They'd fight in the living room and I'd sit on the stairs and listen.

"He betrayed me! And what makes you think he'd even want to come back, anyway!?" Daddy would say back. "How can I even go back without fairydust?"

"I don't care if you have to die and come back to life! You are getting our son back!"

One night, after a few weeks of this, as I was falling asleep, I heard a voice calling my name.

"Maggie! Maggie!" I thought it was just the wind at first, so I ignored it, but it kept going. "Maggie!" I sat up.

"What?" I asked, still sleepy. I opened my eyes and saw a tiny fairy. "Tink!"

"Shh! Don't wake your parents. I'm here about Jack," she said. "I have a friend that told me that he wants to come back, but he can't. He doesn't want to cause trouble for the whole family."

"But we need him! We aren't a whole family without him," I said. She smiled.

"I'll figure something out, but I might need your help. This won't be forever. I promise," she said, then quickly flitted out my window as my bedroom door opened.

"Maggie? What's wrong?" Mommy asked, stepping into my room and seeing me awake.

"Nothing, mommy," I said, smiling at my open window.