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Chapter 8

"Jane. Jane" As I called, I heard the Lost Boys shouting from below me. We were looking for Jane with no success. The boys had scattered throughout Never Land while I flew above in the hope that I'd see her from above; so far, nothing.

I looked around. I was floating above the center of Never Land; in the distance I saw the Indian camp, the mountains, the Mermaid Lagoon, and the Jolly Rodger. Where is she? Jane can't have left. "Jane, come on back!" As I turned around, my eyes fell on the Jolly Rodger. Hook can't have captured her.

I tried again wondering if I should search the old codfish's ship. "Jane!"

I'd almost given up hope when I heard it: "Peter?" It was distant, but that was Jane's voice.

I dove toward Jane's voice. I was half way to the tree cover when I saw a blur of orange-brown and purple. Jane! Relief filled me. We'd found her!

I slid through the tree tops as Jane called again, "Peter Pan!" I flipped upside down and floated behind Jane, waiting for her to turn around. She did so half a second later and let out a startled noise.

"There you are!" we both chuckled when we spoke at the same time. In sync, like the twins. I'm not sure where that thought came from or why it made me want to smile.

"I've been looking all over for –" We both paused as once again we spoke in sync. Jane put her hands over her mouth.

"-I"

"Uh-"

"-I"

"Uh – no, no, no"

"You" I'm not sure who said what, but I know that we both said that last thing together. Jane had to hear me out, though, and I wasn't going to let her keep interrupting me.

I covered her mouth with my hands stopping her from talking. I spoke quickly so I could finish talking before Jane bit or slapped or punched me. To my surprise, she let me talk. "I'm awful sorry for wrecking your book. Me and the Lost Boys, we want to do something to make it up to you. We want you to feel like – well, like you're one of us." Great, can I say that so that it sounds and stupider? At least she heard me out, well, sort of.

That's when I realized that I still had my hands over her mouth. I pulled back and laughed nervously. I really had no idea how Jane would react. "We'll do anything for you. Honest."

I watched Jane. She was looking down at the ground and biting her bottom lip in concentration. "Anything?" she asked doubtfully.

Relief flooded me; maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as I thought. "Anything at all! You just name it." I confirmed as I spread my arms wide.

"Well, um… why don't we play a game like maybe… treasure hunt?" Jane said it more like a statement, not a question.

"Treasure hunt? That's a great idea!" Jane was so surprising, she'd nearly exploded with anger – well, okay, she had exploded in anger – when I'd mentioned it yesterday. Here's the catcher, though. Without skipping a beat, I flew forward saying, "But you'll have to think like a Lost Boy –"

"Uhh…"

"– and have fun like a Lost Boy!" And believe like a Lost Boy. I thought, ignoring it when Jane tried to interrupt me. I didn't say the last part out loud, Somehow I knew that Jane would've hit me for that one. Well, here it goes, either Jane will except and save Tink or she'll say no and Tink's light will go out. Just that thought seemed to burden me down.

Jane laughed softly and my heart sunk. Maybe if I beg, but no! I'm Peter Pan he nev–

"Tell me what to do." Jane's soft words broke into my thoughts. I stared at her in shock as their meaning sunk in. Yes!

Filled with relief, I flew up in to the air and let out my crow's call. Well, here goes nothing. The boys'll show up sooner or later. I barely noticed the glower Jane had turned to me with.

It took only a few moments for someone to show up. "Well to be one of us …" said a Twin as he popped out of the bushes. Surprise filled me when I saw that only one had spoken, they always spoke in sync.

"Yes?" asked Jane uncertainly as the Twins took her by the hands and started to lead her away.

"There are some things to know." the other one said.

"What's that?" now I heard curiosity in Jane's voice. The twins led her to a small clearing where the other four Lost Boys were waiting.

And we began to teach Jane how to be a Lost Boy – sorry, Lost Girl. I'll have to get use to thinking and saying that.

Why does that thought make me smile?


I'm so sorry about the shortness - it's only 1,039 words - but that seemed like a good place to stop. I'm also sorry I vanished again. I hope you liked it. No clue when the next chapter will be up, finals are coming up so my teachers have doubled the work load.

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