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A/N: I got it done faster than I thought it would thank you to all my lovely reviewers and all of you who favorited and followed.

Even though there was a sense of anticipation for the greater part of the evening it just kept getting later and later. I began to worry as some of the boys began to exchange smiles with each-other. Peter had left my side long ago in favor of going off into the woods. I stayed in the same spot not really seeing the point in moving. Most of the boys were very intimidating. They were all much larger than me and held such an aura of mystery that I didn't think that approaching them would necessarily be the right thing to do.

Right when the sun was setting, glowing gently on the horizon, Peter returned. He carried his pan pipes and it looked as if he were going to play. I leaned forward watching him in anticipation I wanted to see what this boy could to. He raised the pipes to his lips and started playing. The thing was I couldn't hear anything. It was almost as if the pipes didn't work.

Even though I didn't hear anything the boys sure did. Many of the lost boys started getting up and dancing though I didn't hear anything it was very clear that they did. I watched Peter as he walked around the dancing boys. He almost had a smirk as he played the pipes. It seemed as if they were all under some spell.

Peter played for a while longer before stopping, so it seemed. The boys didn't even seem to notice that the source of the music they were dancing to had disappeared. They kept dancing and hooting and hollering. It was almost more disconcerting to see them dancing with out any apparent music.

Peter came over sitting next to me. "Why weren't you dancing with the rest of them?" He asked me. His tone almost seemed puzzled as if he thought that I, like all of the boys should have dropped what I was doing and started to dance along with them. I gave him a level stare not ready to give him an answer just yet. He raised a questioning eyebrow at me intensifying his stare slightly.

I sighed and decided that giving him an answer would not be the end of the world. " I didn't hear any music." I said levelly. I saw what seemed to be a hint of surprise in his eyes. " was I supposed to hear something?" I ask " It seemed like the boys heard something."

It looked as if the gears in Peter's head were working overtime trying to come up with an acceptable answer to give me. I knew he didn't want me to know too much. That would give me power, and Peter certainly did not want me to have any power at all, especially on his island, in his camp of lost boys. He sighed running his hand through his hair. "My pipe can only be heard by those who feel alone. It compels them to dance, to drop their inhibitions." I nodded understanding what he meant.

"Is that why you call them the lost ones?" I asked trying to make sense of it all. If they felt alone then they would be more willing to do whatever Peter said. Feeling alone could certainly compel people to do things they wouldn't have done if they hadn't felt alone. Feeling alone makes people want a place to fit. I had gone through a time when I felt alone. I had not been able to make many connections with the young ladies that were my age. None of the girls my age could keep a conversation that kept my attention. I had always liked talking about adventures and pirates and fantastic things. I never related to any of the girls. I had felt alone for a while, I had started to mope ignoring my brothers, but that only really made it worse. I had realized that I wasn't truly alone when my brother Michael had come to me asking me why I never played with him and John anymore. I realized that they needed me and loved me just as much as I needed and loved them.

Peter nodded a smirk coming to his face. "You know you could join us." he smiled and it would have looked sincere had it not been for the horrible glint I saw in his eyes, the glint that told me that he was just trying to get me to make a deal with him, a deal that I would have no way of backing out of. " You wouldn't ever have to be alone. The boys could be your friends, I could be your friend." he said almost in a pleading tone.

" I'm not alone." I said defiantly raising my chin. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing the turmoil inside me. I had only ever had my brothers my blood kin. It would be nice to have friends that weren't my brothers.

Peter gave a dark chuckle a smirk playing on his lips. " And who do you have, your brothers? How do you know that they actually want to be with you. Maybe they pity you because you have no friends of your own age and gender." I looked away sharply not making eye contact. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears sparkling at the edges of my vision. I had never thought of pity as a factor. When we were were little we had been close, but we had begun to grow apart, though it hurt me to think about.

I set my focus on a rock next to my foot not looking at Peter. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the lost ones dancing around the fire still having a merry time, not letting their own lonesomeness show. They had each-other now. Peter grabbed my chin softly almost gently guiding my gaze to him. I locked eyes with him giving him a halfhearted defiant look.

He smirked wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I tried to shrug him off, but his arm stayed firm around my shoulder not budging an inch. We sat in tense silence neither of us speaking. His grip began to slowly tighten around my shoulder his thumb digging into my flesh. I kept my face stony not flinching I didn't want him to see that he was hurting me, that he was getting to me.

We stayed their his tight grip becoming tighter and tighter until I was pulled flush against him. I started to squirm not comfortable with the position I had gotten myself into. "Think about it Wendy." He said his voice barely above a whisper. "I know you want to belong, all you have to do is believe." his breath was hot against my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I had never really been this close to a boy before.

Peter pulled away standing up in front of me. "You can sleep in my place for today, we wouldn't want any of the boys to get any ideas. He smirked before grabbing my hand and dragging me to my feet. Peter pulled me through the forest at a pace that was hard for me to keep up with. I stumbled over my feet, and over my skirt my breath coming in quick puffs very fast.

After about five minutes of walking through the forest we finally reached a tree that had a ladder on it. Peter motioned for me to go first and I started to climb taking slow shaky steps up the ladder. I let out a sigh of relief when I got to the top not daring to look down. I had never really liked heights all that much.

Peter ascended the ladder much quicker than I had reaching the top in under a minute. He lead me into a room that had a large bed and a smaller bed beside it. Peter motioned me over to the smaller bed and I sat down on it gingerly. "You should probably go to bed" Peter suggested though it was more of an order than an suggestion. I nodded crawling under the covers. Peter tucked me in which was something that my father used to do. When a boy scarcely older than I was did it it made me feel very uncomfortable. He kissed my forehead "good night Wendy." He said before leaving my bed side. I let out a shuddering breath closing my eyes and waiting for sleep to come.