Hope you enjoy this one.

(Chap 2: Just my luck)

Peter was sitting right outside of the hollow tree, thinking about how Wendy had grown up so much that she had a daughter, when hardly any time had passed for him. Could Jane have a daughter of her own? Could Wendy have died of old age by now? He didn't know, and that's what worried him.

"Peter?" Cubby asked as he struggled out of a hole in the tree, followed by the other Lost Boys.

"What is it?" Peter asked, worried something had happened to them. "You ok?"

"We're fine, we just wanted to know what you where doin' out here."

"Just thinkin'." Suddenly Peter felt a painful sensation wash over him, making him wince slightly.

"Peter, you ok?" The twins looked at him with worried expressions.

"I don't know… I feel weird."

"You have been ever since Jane left." Slightly pointed out. His face became that of suspicion. "You like her don't you?"

"What? No… we'll what I mean is… I don't know." Peter flew up. "I have to ask Wendy some questions. I need her advice. I'll be right back." Then he flew of, nearly knocking Tinkerbelle out of the air.

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Peter flew over the familiar street and frowned. "Something's not right." he looked at Tink who pointed to a pile of rubble where Wendy's house once stood.

"Oh, no." Peter flew to the ground. From under the rubble Peter could see a soft, pail hand and Wendy's face. "Wendy!… if she's here, then where's-" Peter was cut off by two people talking in the street.

"Yes, very sad. And such a nice family, Jane and Danny where adorable." Mrs. Mill, the shop owner said to Mrs. Holly.

"But what ever happened to the poor little darlings."

"They where supposed to be staying with there carers from the evacuation, but Jane's gone missing."

"Jane? Missing? We have to find her." Peter tried to look as normal as possible. "excuse me." He spoke up to the two women. "I'm Peter, I'm a friend of Jane Darling. Do you happen to know where she was staying."

"She was living on Foster's Farm. And I think you best be heading home. You're parents will worry. You've only just started coming back."

"Thank you miss. And goodnight." politely bowing, Peter left.

"Jane would never run away unless it where serious. We have to find her." He took of, Tinkerbelle following close behind.

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Peter had been flying aimlessly through forest, when he noticed something below him. A clear hill, on top of which was a fading fire and someone was laying beside it. Peter flew down a little to see who it was he was still a good few feet from the ground.. His stomach knotted as he saw the body was covered blood and fresh wounds.

Finally Peter realised who it was. "Jane!" he flew down toward her and hovered just above her. "Jane?" he said softly as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Jane let out a sharp gasp as the warmth of his hand sent a siring pain through her shoulder. Her blue eyes wide with fear.

"Jane, calm down. It's ok." Peter spoke quietly and softly.

"Peter?" Jane calmed down and looked at the boy and pixie before letting her head, weakly and limply fall to the ground. All the wounds and loss of blood was killing her. "You better go before someone sees you."

"I'm not leaving you like this. I'm taking you with me." He said before she fainted, completely blacking out. He gently picked her up bridal style and flew off as fast as he could to Neverland.

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(Jane's POV)

One moment I was falling through the cold and darkness. I was alone and scared. My thoughts went to my family who had died and then to Dannie, then Peter. I was never going to see him again, just that one last time I saw him. I'm never going to get to tell him how I feel. Suddenly I landed hard on a rock and felt a cold, sharp, metal object against my throat. Making me look in front of me. Standing, holding his threatening hook at my throat was none other than Captain James Hook!

Cliff hanger. The next one should be longer and I did keep me promise, but I hope you enjoyed it.