YAAAY new chapter! *Applause* I apologize for the sucky and short previous chap. and (hopefully) this will make up for it. I was going to upload this on Christmas but I had to spend some time with the family so...Late Christmas present! And um, any other news... *remembers* Oh yeah! I added a bonus chapter to this story towards the beginning around chapter 3 or 4. Okay so I'm gonna try this thing that I see other authors do in their fanfics which is responding to reviews! Ok here it goes.

FirePearl97: Thanks and I so glad you thought so.

kittyhawk09: Glad you liked it. I don't really know why i chose the name Rufio, yeah i know hes a Lost Boy in Hook but basically I was low on names and his was the only Peter Pan related lost boy name i could think of.

GwenuitHolland: Thanks and its really cool that you think that this is fun to read.

Girl-With-Wings-And-Anaklusmos: You're right about him not liking Wendy and we will kinda explore why in this chappie.

PurplePearlVoice35: Glad you like this story :)

This chapter is like one of those chapters that answer questions mostly but I promise that it won't be boring(Hopefully)! Enjoy :)

Bookworm: For this disclaimer I've got some help!

Bookworm: I said I've got some help *Gestures to the side*

Bookworm: PETER!

Peter: Oh...was that my cue?

Bookworm: *sighs* yes _

Peter: bookworm23821 does not own me or Neverland. Can I get my cookie now?

Bookworm: Yess here's your cookie

"Come on." Peter said, taking Wendy's hand "I want to show you something." She looked at John, who gave her a go on nod. Sighing, she let Peter lead her to a small alcove like hallway in the kitchen that ended in a door. Holding it open for her, Wendy stepped into the late evening light. She was standing in a small meadow, very much like the one she entered through. The only differences were that it wasn't over crowded with trees and dead plants to hide the entrance from the pirates. There was also a small water- well and a small garden. "In case you were wondering, this wasn't what I was going to show you but...I can see you like it." A small shadow of a smile crossed his lips as he led her to where the clearing's edge met the wood.

Well, wherever they were going it involved flying, and a blindfold. Once they reached the edge, Peter produced a thin strip of blue cloth. He looked at Wendy sheepishly. "Um, do you...do you mind if-if I...you know?" Wendy gave him a reassuring smile and stood still in readiness. He secured the soft fabric over her eyes, making sure to ask if it was too tight at least ten times before he was satisfied. He then proceeded to pick her up bridal style which slightly shocked Wendy at its suddenness, but she eventually wrapped her arms around his neck and settled into the secure cradle of his arms. "Are you ready?" he asked in a soft tone. "Yes" And with that, he took off.

All too soon, Peter gently put Wendy down but placed his hands on her shoulders. Leaning down he whispered into her ear. "This is my favorite place to come in Neverland. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do." With those last words, his nimble fingers untied the blindfold and Wendy laid eyes on something she had only seen in her dreams. They were standing at the top of a large tree. The floor was made of the branches weaved together with vines and it was actually very sturdy according to Peter. The leaves were a shimmery sort of pink that seemed to glow in the setting sun. The tree's large trunk was a grayish silver color and smooth. Looking around, Wendy noticed a hammock swaying in the breeze, a small table with a few journals and inkwells, and an old fashioned telescope. "Its beautiful." she breathed.

"Its called the Nevertree. Been here almost a thousand years and still standing. Legend has it that the faeries of old used to call this tree home." his face suddenly became sad "But there hasn't been any fae here in a very long time."

Wendy stepped toward him "Peter, I've been wondering about something." she then added under her breath "Been wondering about a lot of things lately. But" taking a deep breath she continued "where are all of the faeries? Where is Tinkerbell?" She had so many more questions bubbling under the surface. Peter noticed this and he walked over to the hammock and indicated that she should sit down. She did as she was told, he remained standing, leaning against the smooth trunk. Taking a deep breath he began.

"The fae have been in Neverland for ages. They were the ones that brought me here, and...I thought they would still be here when it was my time." In a quiet voice he added "But I guess not."

"The faeries were nature spirits, they watched over Neverland and the Earth. Made sure both were healthy and liveable. But they realized that the Earth was getting harder and harder to take care of, and the fae concluded that it had been poisoned by the humans. Now, you're probably wondering why they're gone. Since they were nature spirits their life depended on how well each world did. Well, the Earth kept getting worse and the fae were getting weaker. Basically, it was what you would call "Global Warming" and pollution that finally wiped them out." he finished with a small sigh.

Wendy couldn't find her voice for a moment, but when she did, she quietly said "That's horrible."

He lifted his blue eyes and looked at her face. "Yes, it was. But their presence isn't entirely gone." he slowly walked over to one of the floating lights hovering above them. "This is called faerie fire. Its the only thing thats left of the fae. They run on pixie dust so they never burn out. But, these lights and this tree are the only things left."

When she met his eyes, she noticed a faraway look in them. And even though she was ready the burst with all her questions, she let Peter have his moment.

The minute felt like an eternity, but eventually Peter's eyes cleared. Seeing that he was composed, Wendy ventured another question. "How did you meet the Lost Boys?"

He pushed off of the trunk and sat down next to Wendy on the hammock, causing it to swing slightly. "After the faeries were gone, I used to come here to think a lot. Then, I eventually started living here hence the hammock. It took me a couple of centuries but I finally figured out that...I needed somebody. To play games with, fight pirates and...to just keep me company. So, I flew to the mainland and ended up in some park in London. That was where I met Fox and Rufio. They were homeless and looked just about as miserable as I did. So I flew straight up to them and asked them the question. They said yes of course and we took off. Eventually, I started going to other places, picking up more orphans...Even help some find good homes. Then I met your great-great grandmother...and the rest is history I guess." he finished in a soft voice.

Wendy smiled slightly, proud that Peter knew that he needed someone. A small frown creased her forehead as she thought about earlier that day. This didn't go unnoticed by Peter. He playfully nudged her shoulder and asked in a curious voice "Wendy, what's that matter?"

Glancing up she quickly shook her head. "Oh, i-it was nothing." Peter gave her a smirk that basically said Wendy, I know that you're lying. A slight blush burned up her cheeks Wow he looks really cute when he smirks like that. Wendy then proceeded to mentally slap herself for thinking like that. She sighed and gave in. "Well, you saw how Rufio was looking at me today right?"

Peter nodded his head and she continued. "So, does he like...hate me or something? 'Cause I barely met the kid for like not even a minute and he's giving me the freaking death stare! I mean, if I did something in that short amount of time I want to at least know what I did to make him ha-" She stopped in mid sentence as Peter had clamped his hand gently over her mouth.

Amusement sparkled in his eyes. "Are you done with your rant?" he asked quietly. She nodded and Peter removed his hand. He chuckled slightly before answering. "Rufio does not hate you. He just has trust issues."

"Hah, that doesn't exactly explain why it looked like he was trying to burn me on the spot."

"Rufio was orphaned at a very young age, the first few years of his life he had to learn how to survive the orphanages and avoid the workhouses. At twelve he ran away from his abusive foster parents. Thirteen, he was the most infamous pickpocket in all of Northern London. When he was fifteen, the law caught up with him and he was sent to the most dangerous workhouse in England. That was where he met Fox or James as he was called in those days. The labor was intense and all the children were malnourished and abused daily. I'm thankful that he had Fox there for him, other wise I don't think he would have lasted in that workhouse. It was Christmas Eve when they finally ran away. But ever since his time in the workhouse Fox was the only human being Rufio fully trusted."

Wendy was flabbergasted at this revelation. "Wow, that must have been horrible. But...I can see why Fox is the only one he trusts since they went through so much together."

"So, you see? Rufio doesn't hate you. You just have to let him see that he can trust you." Peter said laying an arm around her shoulders, giving her a slight squeeze. Despite herself, Wendy melted into his embrace, lost in the moment. Everything was perfect, the sunset was absolutely beautiful from her vantage point and (even though she won't fully admit it) she was being held by the most gorgeous boy she has ever known. She sneaked a glance at him and lost her breath.

His hair sparkled with glints of red and blonde and his eyes were full of life. Yes, Wendy thought, everything is just perfect. Wendy had just started to drift off to sleep, when the scream rang out over the trees.

Another chapter in the bag! Please don't hate me for the cliffhanger I absolutely hate them but I had to end it somewhere. Also please dont hate me for the fairy thing but they just didn't fit in with the way the story is going to go. So we heard a few back stories in this chappie. Let me know what you guys think. PLEASE PLEASE review/follow/favorite! Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Holidays and whatever else you guys celebrate! Until next time ~bookworm