Hey guys, DemonHeart here with my eleventh chapter please R&R and i'll see you at the bottom of the page.

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Chapter 11 - London, and a long forgotten memory of the past

It's been my third day staying at the Darling home and the boys have shown me a fair amount of London that I've only ever seen when flying overhead at night. The city is mostly covered in a constant grey cloud, but today the weather seems to be suitable to walk under with a light coat.

A nice breeze blows threatening to blow away our caps as we run down the long narrow streets chasing each other as we go along. At one point I end up having to carry Duke on my back after he fell a few feet away scratching his knee a bit along with his hands.

He sniffles behind me with his brother clutching onto the hem of my shirt as I walk toward a nearby bench and set him down while checking his injuries. I pull out a piece of napkin from my pocket and hand it to Binks so he can soak it in water so I can clean Duke's bleeding knee.

I watch the small boy rush over to a nearby water fountain as I turn back to Duke as he clutches the edge of the bench with small fists as he looks down at his bloody knee. He doesn't cry, just sniffles, and eventually starts to observe it closer as Binks returns with the wet napkin.

"Don't touch it," I scold Duke as he's about to put his dirty fingers on his wound, "You don't want to get it dirty now do you?" I ask and he shakes his head vigorously as he watches me work.

"Peter," I look up at Duke as I finish tying some cloth around his knee, "You haven't changed much," he says smiling and I smile at him a bit taken aback.

"What do you mean," I ask as I stand up straight and look around for the boys who have now disappeared from my sight.

"You still look after us like you used to, like when we would get hurt you'd always be there to help us," he says as he stands and then slowly makes his way to his brother, "You're an awesome big brother," both boys say before running off deep into the park. I understood nothing of what they just said.

Shrugging, I walk behind them while stuffing my hands in my pockets as I pass through a gate that reads 'Kensington Garden' over head and I stop finding that name familiar. I walk on through the gate as I find the boys wrestling a few meters away as I make my way toward a fountain as I sit at its ledge dipping my hand into the icy water.

The sound of a crying baby makes me look up as I stare at a nearby bench that holds a small basket with a baby in it. As I stare at the baby I notice a bright light hovering over the baby's head and what sounds like the tinkling of small bells. I can distinctly hear a small voice talking and soon it's no longer morning if not a cold crisp night with small flutters of snow drifting down onto the ground.

A bright dull yellow light illuminates a small portion of the dark world as the cold bites at my face threatening to freeze me. I look around but nothing is really different, except that the park is dark and there are no people around me.

Ignoring the fact that I'm freezing, I continue to stare at the basket as the small light moves closer to the baby and then as if by magic, the baby begins to fly upward with the small light close to its ear. They both soar upward heading straight for the second star to the right and disappearing into the night away from the cold.

"Peter," I turn around to find Tootles waving a hand in front of my face as I shake my head in confusion.

"WH-what," I stutter as I look around. It's morning, and the park is filled with people walking along the stone path and children playing off in the distance running after each other.

"You were staring into space," Nibs says and scratches his head looking at me questioningly, "Are you alright?"

I smile, "I'm fine," I assure them as I rub my hands over my face and stretching while standing up, "I was just thinking about something I had forgotten," I say as I walk away from the fountain toward a wrestling Michael and Binks as Duke claps cheering his brother on and I smile ready to join in.

"What did you forget," Curly asks as he, Nibs, and Tootles walk next to me and I look over my shoulder at the empty bench the baby had been on moments ago and I smile a knowing smile.

"A long forgotten memory," I say and then rush over to the fighting boys throwing myself between both boys as everyone begins to attack me as I do everything to fight them off.

Yes, I remembered the night I had met Tinkerbelle; The night I was taken to Neverland and named Peter Pan by the fairies that raised me. The night I became both a lost boy and the boy that could never grow up.

So hey everybody, still out away from my home with no real internet to log onto except my cousins laptop, so if any of you have left reviews or PM's, I have not read them, but anyway I still want to thank you brave souls who have or haven't reviewed, I don't know, but as long as you continue to read my story I don't really care. It stills feels nice to get them. Hopefully I'll be home by the next chapter and then I'll thank the people who have reviewed or favorited me or something.

Any who, to keep up an update of my story this story is going to end around chapter 19 so eight more chapters to go. Then it will continue on towards the next story and hopefully you guys read that one as well, there should be more action in there...hopefully.

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Also, chapter 12 - Never beaten, not once, will be out on June 10 so look out for that. Heads up, it might or might not be late so pray that it isn't.

Until next time my lovelies.