AAAAnd I'm back! Sorry for the really long wait (I know you were all dying), but junior year has been really tough so far, and I've only been able to write because we're winding down for winter break. Thanks for being so patient, and now that the school play's almost over, I'll be able to write a bit more often.

By the way, did anyone see Neverland? I'm going to be referencing it a bit, like in Peter's flashbacks and such. If you haven't seen it, there'll be bits you won't get.

Thanks to Lila, MydniteShadow1996, dreamingleaf7, and Heyaaa for your reviews.

I totally forgot to thank LuckyNumbers for helping me, specifically with the "Peter isn't real" bit in the last chapter. Thank you so much for helping me with this whole story, I really enjoy bouncing ideas off of you (especially because throwing stuff at you is fun )

Here it goes (finally!). I don't own Peter Pan (Except for a copy of the movie...):

Hannah runs off to bed, and I finally get a minute to myself. Mr. and Mrs. Marshall leave the house to go out to some fancy dinner. The house is quiet for a while, as Hailey and Heath get ready for bed. At around midnight, I hear a shriek. I bolt out of bed and into the room where the scream came from. I am attacked by a small body.

"Peter! I thought you said you weren't Peter Pan!" Hannah demanded as she hugged me.

"I did. I'm not," I repeated, completely confused. I scan the room for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing's out of the ordinary, except that the nightlight is surprisingly bright.

"Hannah, why is the nightlight on so strong?" I asked her carefully. I didn't want to freak her out if she hadn't realized something had been different. She giggles, trying in vain to hide it from me.

"That's where the faerie's hiding!" she squeals after a moment. I stare at her incredulously, but she doesn't look like she's lying. I tiptoe over to the nightlight, positioning myself so that I will be able to catch any faerie that may try to escape without my noticing. That is exactly what happens. A ball of light darts out from the moon-shaped nightlight and attempts to pass me. I reach out with my good arm and grab it without even thinking. I wonder for a second when my reflexes had become that quick, and why that movement felt so natural and familiar to me. I brushed it off as the ball of light struggled in vain to escape my grip.

I transfer the ball to my other hand, this time leaving its head out so that I could see its face, if it had one. I came face to face with a glowing creature, pale with yellow hair. She seems angry, though that's an understatement, and she continues to wrestle with my hand.

"Tink," I scold, her name coming to me as naturally as my own, "What are you doing here? I told you not to look for me?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wonder about them. I don't know a faerie, and I think I'd remember if I did. Why would she be looking for me, anyway? Am I someone important to her? These questions swim around in my head, but I figure that I'll get the best answers if I just pretend I know what's going on.

She makes a jingling noise, but I understand her perfectly, "Peter! I've missed you! So have the boys, and the land. Neverland is dying, Pete, ever since you left. You have to come back and help us." She's pleading with me desperately, and I wish I knew what to do.

"I don't remember..." I admitted, "I've been to Neverland?" She stares at me in astonishment.

"Peter, you need to come back, and you need a girl. I hated the girl, but Wendy started this, and we need a Wendy to fix this," she says authoritatively, "The girl in the next room will do just fine. Go wake her, and we'll leave immediately."

That's all I've got for you now (at least it's something, right?). I'll definitely update at least once during the break, hopefully more. Happy Holidays (but mostly Hanukkah) to all, and Happy New Year!