Angela and Wendy waited for Peter to zoom up the stairs before turning to each other and discussing the day so far. Wendy leaned over the counter and spoke first.

"Well, our moms loved him. Dads weren't pleased. But Moi-"

"Did you see how calm he would get after she touched him? Which she did frequently. She's going to fall hard for him."

"And he'll fall for her, if he'll let himself. He won't like what she wants though."

"He'll hate it."

The girls looked at each other sadly and silently for a moment before taking out the ingredients and quietly made the sandwiches. They knew Moira dreamed of marriage, being a housewife and a mother. One reason she had loved Peter Pan's story so much is that she was able to live her childhood out forever through him, moving on with life in every aspect except in his adventures. If she opened her heart and allowed herself to fall in love with Peter, who didn't want to grow old with her, she would probably never love again after he left.

Moira looked at the large bedroom, clothes and accessories strewn everywhere. She sighed heavily and set to work gathering the fabric pieces that lay in piles on every surface before sorting them out between the owners. She turned to get hangers from the closet and saw Peter standing in front of her, a gasp leaving her throat. "Oh, Peter. You startled me." A light lilting laugh showed she was fine and she set to work again.

Peter looked around for an empty seat in vain, deciding instead to hover in the air in a sitting position. He watched her move around the room in decisive lines, a content smile on her face as the room began to look more organized. "Why do you clean so much?" He hated the chore and the treehouse in Neverland was proof of it.

She looked up and chuckled lightly. "I'm really not sure. I've never been a big fan of mess. I feel like things are much happier when all is in the proper place." She finished putting away the mounds of clothes and started on the miscellaneous debris lying around. Soon, the room was clean again and she began straightening her own things.

Peter now stepped back on the ground and began looking around at the now neat surroundings. He walked to the bookshelf and saw labels marking which shelf belonged to whom. Wendy had books on subjects ranging from dance to clothing. Angela preferred books on improving her writing or teen romance novels, much like the stories she liked to write. He sat down to look at Moira's choices, and saw multiple copies of books with his name. Some were worn and falling apart, while one was fanciful but used. He turned to her with a confused expression and pointed at it. "What's this one for?"

Moira hardly heard him as she was focusing on her organizing. After he repeated his question, she broke from her trance and looked back at him. "What?" Walking over to him, she saw what he was pointing at and smiled before sitting down next to him and taking it from the shelf. "This is the copy our mothers grew up with. They passed it on to me when I showed their love for the story, and one day I'll give it to my children." She put it back in its place and pulled out the second most worn copy with a grin. "This is my favorite one. It's the one I write in." She handed it to him and showed him the dog-eared pages, highlighted passages, and notes in the margins. "But I suppose you already know about everything in these books." She stood up and returned to her desk, sitting down to write letters to her pen pals, not wanting them to worry about her absence. A few tears filled her eyes as she wrote that she would be gone for a while, and might not be able to return. She didn't want to say where she was going, but was careful to stress that she wasn't in danger of any sort, although the lie hurt.

Peter heard a sniffle and put the book back in the empty space of the shelf and walked to her. "What's wrong?" He sat on her desk top and looked down at her.

"Oh, nothing. Just tying up a few loose ends, dear." She wiped her eyes and gave him a weak smile. She finished her letters and reached for the drawer holding her envelopes and stamps only to see that Peter's legs held it closed. She gave him a playfully frustrated look and pushed his knees to the side so she had access to her things.

He smiled sheepishly as he realized he was in the way and observed her folding the pages and sticking them into envelopes with carefully written addresses. She licked an envelope's edge and he tilted his head. Opening the drawer and taking one out, he watched her lick another and mimicked her. "Ugh! That tastes awful!" He threw it on the ground and grimaced before frowning at her. "Why do you do that?"

She laughed again and picked up the envelope to see if it was salvageable. "There's something called adhesive on the back that, when moistened, sticks to the edge and holds the envelope closed." She put her last letter in the envelope and put the necessary amount of postage on each finished set of mail. "Come with me to the mailbox to send these?" He nodded and hopped off the desk, walking behind her.

AN: Hey guys! I know that not much happened in this chapter, but I'm just getting back into the swing of writing again and I need to get to know these characters again. Also, please review so I can get feedback and see what you guys want to see more of. Thanks!