A/N: Sorry it's been a while! But thank you for the reviews!

I don't own the characters, only the plotline.

The room became silent as she stood up and took a step closer to him. Her eyes analyzed every inch of him, keeping a calm and matter-of-fact composure. She watched as he opened his mouth to say something, though quickly closed it as the palm of her hand met his cheek. The sound echoed the room, and his own hand covered where hers had just landed. The lost boys gasped along with Tinkerbell at her rash action.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He pouted, confused and staring at her. "I come back and this is the greeting I get?"

"Yes," replied Jane, almost instantly. She took another step towards him, and surprisingly, he didn't move back. Of course he didn't, though. It came as no shock or news. No matter what the situation, Peter was to never show fear or any other quivering emotion. His pride would be hurt.

And surprisingly, Jane simply rested her forehead against his chest, weakly swatting his arms a couple of times. "Took you forever, you idiot." She mumbled with furrowed eyebrows.

He'd only been embraced by Jane one time, and it still felt awkward. He wasn't sure where to place his hands or what to do to comfort her, though her words had his shoulders relax and his expression softening. There was a burn at the back of his neck, and instinct made him stroke her hair which his touch seemed to notice had become longer. Fear piled up at the thought and possibility that she had become an adult like Wendy, with children and a husband of her own. And this was the first time he wished his thoughts would be incorrect.

The clearing of a throat was enough to bring both figures back to reality. Jane was glad the room was dark as she had felt her cheeks heat up which could be an incredibly embarrassing sight. It was as if her mind had gone blank the moment she set her eyes upon Peter. Her body moved on its own accord and before she knew it she was in his arms. This was information her brain needed to absorb to make sure it didn't happen again.

"Uh-So," she began, moving towards the candles resting on her table to light them up and give the room some life. "What brings you guys here?" The four walled bedroom was now fairly lit and she turned towards them. Tootles jumped right in her arms, cuddling in and making himself comfortable, which caused a titter on her part. The rest of the lost boys all wrapped themselves around her, a huge grin of satisfaction on each of their petite faces. "I missed you guys, too." She really did, it felt like a decade or more had passed.

Her eyes then moved up and her eyebrows almost raised. She knew she was taller, taller than Peter was last time she had visited. So how was it, that they were at the same eye level? Could Peter be...No, that was literally not possible. Maybe she just didn't grow as tall as she had thought? She'd settle for that, at least for now anyway. The reason for their visit was what she was the most curious to find out about.

It wasn't like she was any better. Peter's hues wandered her frame. Everything was different. Hair, face, body, height. Everything except her eyes. They were still as determined and enchanting as always. How much exactly had she aged, though? She still seemed to be his age, maybe a little older, but definitely wouldn't count as an adult. This calmed the boy who had been a nerve wreck on the journey here, with every possible thought of whether she'd moved on, grown up and forgotten them rushing through his mind.

Subconsciously, he smiled and Jane tilted her head in perplexity at his sudden change in expression. For a few seconds it had looked so rigid, and now it was the complete opposite.

"So? Peter?" This seemed to have gotten his attention as he suddenly found himself looking around the room, in search for something, it seemed.

"Yes. Well, is Wendy here?" He asked, and a hint of sadness poked her at the realization that he was here for her mother and not her.

Her eyes moved towards the door. "Yeah, downstairs," she said, meeting Peter's gaze once more.

He stood tall and firm, placing both hands on his hips. "Lost boys! You have my permission to go and greet Wendy, I know how much you all miss her." For some reason, he was staring at Slightly, the only one of the Lost boys who actually knew what this was all about. It was his cue to convince everyone to leave, so Peter and Jane could have a moment to talk about the reason for their return.

The boy dressed in the fox costume nodded. "Come on, everyone. Let's go say hi to Wendy bird!" He motivated the others, and opening the door, the lost boys ran downstairs, leaving Jane, Peter and Tink alone in the room.

Jane was bewildered. What exactly is happening?, she thought to herself, unsure of whether she should ask or not.

A shiny winged figure suddenly flew in front of her, and a smiled grew on her lips. The sound emitted from the small fairy was cheerful, and Jane understood what she was saying. I missed you. Tink nudged her minuscule nose against Jane's, making the honey haired girl laugh.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? You need to force Peter to come visit more often." She used her finger to pet Tinkerbell's head, who welcomed herself to sit on the girl's shoulder, before gluing her attention on the boy.

He had a somewhat serious look as opposed to his usual childlike, bubbly smile, which told her whatever their reason for visiting had to be of great importance. All the lost boys seemed fine, injury-free, as were Tink and Peter, so that alone relieved her from crazy and stressful thoughts that someone could be hurt.

Peter began floating, sitting, Indian style, in mid air with arms crossed over his chest, and for a moment Jane had forgotten he had the ability to fly. It had been the last thought to enter her mind, her brain filled with the happiness and surprise to see everyone again after so many years. She quickly got used to the sight, though.

His next words were the least she expected to hear.

"You're doing fine, I see," he commented, with a hint of a smile though Jane couldn't quite place the emotion behind it. "I was actually wondering...If it were possible for the lost boys to stay with you for a while?" He asked, and the look of confusion being something he had already expected.

"Why's that? What happened in Neverland?" His words triggered her concern, already expecting to hear the worse. This was extremely infrequent. Peter would never ask something like this unless some terrible curse, or the likes, had bestowed on Neverland. He looked down at the ground and Jane approached him. "Tell me," she persisted, unmoving from her position until Peter cleared the situation.

He sighed, knowing he couldn't request such thing without some explanation behind it. And knowing Jane, she wouldn't let this go. Not that he hadn't already predicted it. So, he began.

"After you left, everything seemed all right in Neverland. Nothing too strange or out of the ordinary. Kind of, at least.." He trailed off, before clearing his throat, and Jane kept quiet, listening carefully. "But lately, weird things have been happening. And appearing. Actually, it started a few years back. We had our very first...What was the word..Like, a huge wave. Not even the mermaids knew why it happened."

"A tsunami?"

"Yes, that's it!" Peter exclaimed, and Jane's eyes widened. A tsunami in Neverland? How was that possible? "Anyway, that was the first really out of place thing that happened. Then, there were more. At first it was only natural disasters, though I didn't even know Neverland was capable of producing them." His index finger tapped his arm as he continued. "But then... Monsters began showing up out of nowhere. At the beginning it was only once in a while and they weren't so bad. We figured it was someone's prank and defeated each as they came. But they became stronger. So much that it'd be a risk if the lost boys faced them. And at the rate things were going, with more monsters appearing more regularly, my only solution to keep the boys safe was...By sending them here. Until I find the source behind them and a way to finish them off."

He finished, and Jane was speechless. Silence engulfed the room as they both stared at each other, the candles flickering making it so their bodies appeared to be moving unsteadily.

Now it made sense. His tense face, the reason why everyone was here. Of course his request for them to stay was not something she would ever refuse. However, if the monsters, as Peter put it, were strong and scary enough to make Peter fear for everyone's lives, then who would fear for his own? Even Jane was well-aware of what she wanted to do, even before he had finished explaining everything. Maybe the answer had been at the back of her brain this whole time, regardless of what the reason for their sudden appearance.

"All right. They can stay. But on one condition."

"Of course," he chuckled. "What's that?"

"I'm coming with you."