A/N -Well I'm not dead! Although some days it feels like it. I've had some health problems and so that is why I haven't posted in...well a really long time. BUT good news I am on the upswing! So more writing yay! *does little happy dance* So enjoy this new chapter, reviews are lovely and so are you!

Chapter 4

In a not so very far away land, behind the most wonderful star, sat six very peculiar, very dirty, and very bored boys. Dressed in a variety of interesting animal furs, they lounged about their secret hideout waiting for something exciting to happen. Slightly, the tallest and oldest lost boy –next to Peter, broke the awkward silence.

"I'm bored!" he sighed.

Twin boys in raccoon skins looked up from their checkers and replied "Me too," "Me too."

"Me three," whispered Tootles, the littlest, swinging in a hammock.

Cubby, the chubbiest boy, not wanting to be left out and wanting to make his voice heard shouted, "ME SEVEN!"

All five boys jerked their heads towards Cubby. "Seven?" they laughed.

Cubby looked at the other five boys very confused and asked, "Well isn't that what comes after three?"

Nibs, the smartest lost boy, rolled his eyes and punched Cubby in the arm. "NO blockhead! Five comes after three!" He insisted.

"Nuh uh dumb dumb!" Slightly protested, slugging Nibs in the stomach. "Five comes after seven! Six comes after three!"

Nibs did not like being told he was wrong. So he jumped up and threw a right hook at Slightly. That was the proverbial match that struck the tinderbox of boredom. Soon all of the boys were hitting, biting, punching, pulling, and yelling. After a few minutes the initial fun of the fight wore off and the argument was completely forgotten. The mischievous boys were back to being bored again.

"So boys, what do you wanna do now?" Nibs asked, rubbing his hands together. Five sighs answered back. He rolled his eyes and looked at Slightly. "Well you don't have any brilliant ideas and Pan left you in charge! So be in charge and come up with something."

Slightly stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth in concentration. It was hard being in charge; he wondered how Pan did it all the time. Slightly willed a brilliant idea to come to his head…but he got nothing. Finally he spoke.

"What about a treasure hunt?" a chorus of complains followed that remark. Slightly scrunched his face. "Fine then. What about… we go swimming?"

"We did that yesterday!" groaned Cubby. Slightly became more irritated as each of his suggestions was shot down. He was about to say something else when a familiar three note trill echoed through the trees. The boys jerked their heads up.

"It's Pan! He's back!" yelled Slightly excited, grateful to be relieved of his duties.

"Finally! I think I might have actually died from boredom if he hadn't come!" exaggerated Nibs; and he ran out of the hideout. The rest of the boys followed, eager to escape death by sitting around. As they burst out of the hideout they were greeted by their beloved leader and his trusted pixie.

"Ateeeennntion!" Peter bellowed. They boys lined up shoulder to shoulder. Peter flew and sat Indian style in front of the line. "Hello blockheads! Did ya miss me? Oh course you did! I'm the one who makes the fun!" He grinned confidently. "Slightly, report now."

Slightly bravely took a step out of the line and looked forward. "Nothing to report Pan, all is in order. No pirates or redskins. Noth…"

Nibs interrupted throwing his hands in the air, " NOTHING! We did absolutely nothing! Where were you Pan? You were gone for ages! We were so bored we were going to die!" Nibs ran over and grasped Peter by his collar. "Do you hear me Pan? DIE! As in dead, as in no longer living!"

Peter annoyed by Nibs' dramatics, detached himself from the boys grasp and sighed. "What's with you and Tink today?"

Tink who was watching the interaction with amusement scrunched her noise at Peter's comment. She tinkled something about taking too long and flying slower than a moth and not being her fault. Then bored she flew into the hideout to take a much needed beauty rest.

Cubby turned and as innocently as he could asked where had Pan been the whole time? Peter wasn't startled by the question, but he hadn't thought of how to answer it yet.

"Um…Well… You see I was…Uh…" Peter scratched his head trying to find a clever answer. Six lost boys and a pixie looked at Peter expectantly. He didn't want to tell them about the girl, because… she was a girl… and that was embarrassing. But how did he explain where he had been? Suddenly as if a light went off Peter snapped his fingers.

"I was looking for a story!"

"A story?" The boys asked. They looked at their leader in disbelief.

"Yep! I thought you noodle brains might want to hear a story so I went and looked for one."

"No offence Peter," Slightly grimaced, "But your stories are… terrible."

Nibs put his hand to his mouth and whispered to the other boys, "That's because he's only got one." They sniggered at his remark but were silenced quickly by Peter's glare.

"My stories are the greatest in the world!" claimed Peter. The boys looked at him pointedly. "Well…maybe not. But, this new story is fantastic!"

"Oh ya?" mocked Nibs folding his arms. "If it's so good what's it about?"

"It's about the time I cut off Hook's hand!" Peter exclaimed pulling out his dagger and swinging it around.

"But Peter!" Cubby moaned. "We were there. We already know what happened."

"So? That doesn't mean that it isn't a good story!" Peter snapped.

Slightly threw his hands up in the air. "Fine! Fine! If we let you tell the story will you drop it already?"

Peter grinned and swept off his hat in a mock bow. "I would be delighted too gentlemen."

So the lost boys took a seat in a semicircle around Pan as they watched him retell the story. He acted out each part with great fervor. They boys were enthralled. Their eyes followed Peter's every move with silent admiration.

Of course Peter had decided to add a bit more of the guts and glory. Halfway through, four of the lost boys were dead and Pan was mortally wounded and about to be finished when...

Cubby concerned that the story was wrong spoke up. "But Peter that's not what really happ…" Instantly he was "shhhhhed" buy five other hands.

"Quiet Cubby! This is actually really good! Let him finish," whispered Nibs his eyes never leaving Pan.

Peter continued from the brief interruption and cried that he would never yield to such a cowardly codfish.

"My brave men were all dead. They had given their lives for the cause of good. It was now just down to me and the monster." Peter glanced up, Cubby was wiping away a tear at the fallen heroes and the other boys were hanging on his every word. He laughed to himself. Oh the cleverness of me!"

"I was trapped between the cliff and my doom. I only had my trusty dagger left to defend myself with. And with blood seeping from the ten inch long slash in my left leg I hefted my dagger and," Peter paused for dramatic effect. "Sliced off the dirty rotten pirate's left hand!"

The boys gasped.

"The old pirate decided he was too cowardly to face the great Pan and knew that he had lost. So he left in shame to lick his wounds. Eventually he found a hook and fashioned it into a hand. But from that memorable day forward the old pirate was known as Captain Hook and I was known as the greatest boy who ever lived! The End."

The boys cheered, whooped, and clapped. Peter basked in the glory and praise.

"Pan that was brilliant! Can you tell us another one?" Nibs questioned eagerly.

"Ya Pan" "Ya Pan" the twins added.

Peter, although he loved the attention, didn't have anything else to tell. "Well boys not tonight. I'll have to go find another one…but" He said trying to goad them into begging him "If you want another one I'll have to leave again. And last time I left, you almost died out of boredom" Peter mused putting his hands behind his back. He shrugged innocently, "So I better not leave again."

"NO!" the lost boys shouted at once.

"Please Peter!" cried Tootles

"Please! We'll be fine! I promise. We promise. Isn't that right Nibs?" Slightly said elbowing Nibs in the ribs.

"Oh! Of course we will. We'll be just dandy! No need to worry about us. Just go and get another story," he piped.

"Alright you've convinced me." Peter not so grudgingly admitted. "I'll leave tonight after dinner and have a story by morning." They boys whooped in celebration. Then Peter suggested that they go swimming until dinner. The lost boys raced to the water while Peter smiled to himself. Now he had no choice but to go back to the window tonight. And he couldn't wait, for more than one reason.

Okay so I have to give a MASSIVE shout out real quick.

1. to all who have followed or faved- you guys are my heroes and it is my duty to take my heroes out to lunch, but since I can't I am sending happy thoughts to you.

2. To Sutal for all the incredible help and support and encouragement given to me in some of the most difficult of times. You are incredible and I can't thank you enough. Plus you should all go read sutal's stuff it is FANTABULISTIC!

Love and hugs and imaginary Hershey's kisses.