Note: There we are, an update with something actually happening. Recently, I've lacked the motivation to write without yelling, "Alright, Peter and Wendy are hit by a meteor!" So. But, something lighter for a while, with promise of the actual story starting next. For my subscribers- What would you rather I do to update? Update sporadically, when I can/want to, or have a certain day to add onto it?

Peter pulled up to his house; a small thing, but it was all he needed. Wendy was still sitting a bit numbly, so he opened her door for her, and led her inside. He couldn't blame her. After all, Peter himself had never thought he'd come back. But Wendy had made him see how empty everything was- the boys would learn it soon enough anyhow. "The boys..." It took Peter a moment to realize he'd spoken aloud, Wendy staring in polite confusion.

"That's what I needed to talk to you about!" he caught himself quickly, letting her inside.

As soon as they walked in, they were standing in the living room, with no wall dividing it from the kitchen. His bedroom, as well as the bath, were the only closed off rooms.

They stepped further into the house together, and Peter lit the fire, poking at it until there was a roaring flame to warm the room. He hung up the poker, and looked up to see Wendy standing stiff, not relaxing, "Let's sit down, this will take a while."

Peter settled onto a stool, leaving Wendy the couch, covered in a pile of blankets. She sat carefully, which quickly prompted a shout to come from the pile. With a start, Wendy jumped up, letting out a scream of her own. Peter, not to be left out, whooped along with them.

After everything had settled down, Wendy was quite enough for Peter to share the news, "Wendy... You remember Nibs, right?" he grinned, wondering how he could take credit for this nice surprise, but looked over to see that Nibs was already being crushed in a joyous hug.

"Wendyyy!" Nibs groaned good-naturedly, embarrassed by the attention.

"Oh, shush," Wendy smiled, holding Nibs out at arms length, "Why, you haven't changed a bit!" she laughed, "Peter, you didn't tell me you brought Nibs with you!"

"I didn't-" Peter started, only to be interrupted by the impatient Lost Boy.

"Wendy, I didn't leave with Peter, I came to find him two weeks ago!"

"Two weeks!" Wendy glared at Peter, accusing, "You hid him from me for two weeks?!?"

"Wendy!" Peter threw his hands up defensively, "It's not my fault! He only found me a few days ago! I-" once again, his sentence was cut short by the child, but this time, it was Nibs' laughter that rang through the room, "What's so funny?"

Nibs gasped for air, and smiled brilliantly at Wendy, "It's you, Wendy! You've got a temper now!"

"I do not!" Wendy started hotly, then flushed, "Well, people change. Obviously," she sighed, calming herself down, "Sorry, let's just- Why'd you come?"

Nibs dropped onto the couch, sinking deep into the worn cushions, eyes fluttering a bit, as if he were tired, "I've already told it, have Peter tell," and closed his eyes.

Peter chuckled as he saw one of Nibs' eyes pop open, waiting for Peter to start the story, "All right, I suppose you'll want me to start from the beginning then."