I get a good look at Peeta in the blazing Neverland sun as our feet touch the ground. The blonde hair I remeber so well has darkened somewhat and is more golden in the sun now, whereas before it was white. His cute innocent baby face is gone, and in its place is that of a young man, one who is not a man, but clearly not a child either. I can't help but wonder how anyone could ever be powerful, or evil, enough to take the immortal childhood from Peeta. How could anyone take even an ounce of the trusting beautiful innocence I had known so well.

"So this Snow Guy He took Hook's place after i left?" I ask Peeta.

"Yes." He replies as he looks away, almost ashamed.

"And he's the reason you look older now?" I again question. I have never been more puzzled in my life. Peeta is supposed to be forever young. The one child who would never grow up and yet here he is looking at least fifteen.

"No he is the reason I AM older, Katniss. I can't beat him. He sucks the youth out of children. I'm like a vast endless pool of power for him." Peeta says.

I can see the defeated look he carries. He really thinks it's his fault the children in Neverland were falling prey to this man, this monster,named Snow. I take hold of his hand and gently squeeze attempting to reassure him.

"We'll defeat him together, Peeta. We'll defeat Snow, and save the Lost Boys. We can win this Peeta. I know we can." I try to sound strong for him. I try to be there for him as only i can as I see the tears in his eyes. I lean forward and gently press my lips to his, feeling that all consumming, wonderful hunger that only he could make me feel. As I pull back the wonderful smile I see on his face swells my heart.

"You're right Katniss, we can do this. We can do anything together." He says to me as his feet lift off the ground.

He launches his self forward, grabbing my hands and pulling me into the air with him. It is impossible to not fly with Peeta, at least for me anyway. The happiness I feel with him is incredible and it just lifts me off the ground, until I, like Peeta, am soaring through the sky. I feel the wind rush around, whipping my hair in every direction, as a childlike laugh escapes me.

Peeta beams at me then and I say to him, "Peeta, you can't imagine how much I missed you. I felt like I left a part of me here when I went home. Don't let me go again, Peeta, please. Stay with me."

"Always," is all he say in return.

Peeta takes me to the edge of a cliff over looking the water. Its a beautiful sight, the water shining in the most wonderous way, the double rainbow visible in the background, the array of colors only Neverland has to offer. I have blink away tears I had not noticed gathering.

"Here Katniss, take this. I want to make sure you're still able to hold your own." I hear Peeta say. I turn around and grab the sword he is holding out for me. I get in the stance he showed me so long ago and we dance. My sword striking his in an almost rhythmic manner. I smile proud of myself for still being able to keep up, even though the sword has never been my weapon of choice.

Peeta drops his sword beaming at me. "You've still got it. I'm impressed. I thought in your old age you would have forgotten how to wield a sword."

"I'm barely sixteen, Peeta. I'm not that old. And I did have the best teacher Neverland has to offer, I coud never forget."

"This is very true, I have never had a student able to unlearn my brilliant lessons. Though I don't doubt you tried your absolute hardest." Peeta laughs, sounding more like his old self than I've heard since he showed up in my room.

"Well unlearning important information is a gift I am highly skilled at, but using a sword was fun. Although I still believe my bow could beat your sword anyday."

"We shall see Miss Everdeen, we shall see." Peeta say.

A cannon sounds in the background, as Peeta pushes me out of the way. I barely have time to look up before he is rocketed back hitting a tree.

"PEETA!" I shout running to him. "Peeta what the hell was that? Who's shooting at us?"

"It's Snow, Katniss, you have to get out of here."

"Peeta, I'm not leaving without you. Come on, fly. We can get out of here before it's too late." I'm crying now, Peeta's hurt. Bad.