This is actually turning out to be quite the tale here. I actually thought this crossover was going to be a load of crap and was going to delete it. That is, until a certain awesome reviewer made me flail like the fangirl I am and I changed my mind :D

So anyways, I want you to read this chapter and I will stop my rambling, okay? Okay!

DISCLAIMER: I sadly Do not own any Peter Pan/Hunger Games characters, settings, or personalities. If I did, I would be filthy rich. *sigh*

"Well why don't you come with me then?"

Holy shit, did someone just talk? I ask myself. I look around the room and see nobody there. I look back out the window and see no one either. That is, until a boy floats up to my window. And when I say he floated, I mean he FLOATED to my window! I take a good look at him. He seems to be about my age, with sandy blond hair, slight muscles, and faded black eye. Clad in only vines and leaves, his nature clothing cover the most important parts, thank God. He looks oddly familiar. Like, if I put a bakers apron on him and some flour he could be a total Peeta look-alike. Even if he looked innocent, he was still a stranger. A stranger outside my window. I rush to my beside and grab my prized hunting bow, and the boy flies into my room and follows me until I hold a loaded bow in front of his face. He freezes and puts his hands in the air like you would do if a Peacekeeper approached you with a loaded gun.

"Who are you and how did you find me?" I ask cautiously, never slackening my grip on the loaded arrow.

"I'm Peter. Peter Pan." The boy says. He unfroze, realizing that I wouldn't shoot him just yet, and he wanders about the room my loaded bow still tracing his every move. "I came to look for the Wendy lady, but I got punched in the face and my sense of direction got a little goofed up." He seemed innocent enough so I lowered my weapon, but I did not release it from my hand.

"That still doesn't explain why you're here!" I snapped at him.

"Relax, girl. Like I said, I went to go look for the Wendy lady, and I ended up in this area, wherever this is." He replied coolly.

"I heard you talking to the stars about not being a grown-up and wanting to leave. So why not come with me to Neverland?" Peter suggested.

Neverland? Has this guy been stung by a bunch of tracker jackers? I thought disbelieving. Maybe this is some Capitol trick, and they're just trying to capture Prim and I. I picked up my weapon once more and aimed.

"You tell me who you really are and what 'Neverland' is, or I'll shoot!" I shouted.

"Wow. Wendy was never this threatening. Ok, listen girl-"

"Katniss."

"What?"

"My name is Katniss." She said, now annoyed with this boy.

"Okay, Katniss. I was flying by your window when I heard you say you didn't want to be an adult and wanted to go someplace safe. So I thought, what's safer than Neverland? But, if you don't want to go, I'll just be on my-"

"Wait!" Even Katniss was surprised with herself. But Peter wasn't. He just stood…er, floated…facing the window with a smirk growing on his face.

This may be my only shot at getting Prim out of here and being safe. Even if I don't like this boy, I have to give it a try, for Prim's sake.

"Can my little sister Prim come too? I promised I'd keep her safe." Katniss somewhat begged Peter.

Peter turned around and smiled a huge at the girl and she took off running towards Prim's room. A few minutes later she came back with a small girl with long blond hair tied back in the same braid that Katniss wore. She was probably 13 but looked about 9 years old. Prim's eyes went wide with shock and amazement when she saw Peter rise from the ground and land on the railing of Katniss' bed.

"Okay Peter, we're ready. But how do we get to…..Neverland." Katniss said it as if she still doesn't believe it exists. But Peter ignored this and smirked.

"You just think happy thoughts and they lift you in the air!" He laughed as he flew in the air, spinning a little and sitting on the ceiling so he was up-side-down to us.

"Oh, let me try Katniss!" Prim exclaimed. Peter threw some glitter on her from above.

"Prim be careful!" I yelled as she jumped off my bed. I closed my eyes not wanting to see her fall. There was no sound of a child falling, but a child laughing. I opened my eyes and saw her floating up to the ceiling. Her laughter was music to my ears and for the first time in months I was smiling and laughing away. I turned around and came face to face with the flying boy himself. He smiled a mischievous smile and blew some of the glitter on my face. I didn't care that it got in my eyes and up my nose because all I was seeing was the deep blue eyes of Peter Pan and all I could hear were Prim's joyous laughter. It was pure happiness. At least, until I felt my head come into contact with the ceiling. Rubbing my head, I looked over at the still smiling and laughing Prim and the pain was ignored.

Seeing Prim happy makes me happy, I thought. I haven't cracked a smile in months and I haven't laughed in years. But Prim changed that. But then I started to overthink this a bit. If we stay, then Prim will be reaped for the Hunger Games and the sadness will come back. Looking up at Peter, I remembered my goal. Get Prim to safety.

"Well Peter, shouldn't we be off?" I reminded him. He was having far too much fun trying to teach Prim flying tricks, that he almost forgot we have places to be.

"Let's go to Neverland!" Peter started to fly towards to window with Prim closely in tow. I glanced back at my room and thought it be best if I take my bow and stash of arrows, just to be on the safe side. I flew into the moonlight following the laughter of Prim and Peter. Finally catching up I glanced back at District 12.

"Say goodbye to District 12, Prim" I reminded her. We hover there reminiscing our home for a bit before Peter asks,

"Are you sure you want to come after all? You seem so sad to leave." He seemed disappointed by his conclusion.

Again remembering the reason for this I respond, "Absolutely! Come on Prim, follow Peter!" And I tug on Prim's wrist only slightly and she follows closely behind Peter.

Goodbye, Panem. I think to myself. And good riddance. In any other situation, I could get lashed for saying that aloud. A rebellious smirk spreads across my face and fly faster and faster and Peter trying to fly even faster than me and Prim just trying to keep up. Eventually, we end up having a flying race to the second star to the right. Then all of a sudden, we're blinded by a bright light. Peter grabs both Prim and mine's wrists and guides us forward. Our eyes adjust to the light and we can hardly believe what we see. A large island with bright green trees and colorful flowers that is surrounded by a water that is so blue, it can't even be real.

"Welcome to-"

"Neverland." I say, finally believing that it is true.

So how was that? Did you like it? I really hope I did the characters justice. I'll update hopefully soon because I need to figure out where I want to go from here. But in the meantime, click on that magical little button down below called "REVIEW!" and tell me what you thought Until next chapter, farewell my readers!