After hours of Would-You-Rather, Truth-or-Dare, and other Neverland games, the boys' eyes began to droop and the room filled with yawns. Peter was reminded of the conversation he knew he had to have with Jackie, so he ushered all of the boys to bed so he could talk to her alone.

"Hey Jackie?" he began as he approached her from behind. Jackie was sitting on the couch, her back turned on him, scribbling in her notebook.

"Yes, Peter?" she answered, not looking up from her book. Peter sat down next to her, staring into her liquid-aqua eyes. For a minute, he was transfixed by her glossy orbs, swiveling as she watched herself writing.

Finally, words found him. "Are you happy here?"

Jackie stopped her pen and looked up, confusion etched across her face. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to make sure." Peter nodded, turning to stare at the fire.

Jackie stopped and stared at the flames dancing in his forest green eyes. What was he getting at? Did he think she was unhappy? "Okay..." she said simply before writing again.

Silence. Neither of them spoke, just sitting awkwardly, Peter watching the fire squiggle and squirm in the fireplace while Jackie continued writing her novel beside him.

And then, without warning, "I saw the way he looked at you."

Jackie halted again and looked up. Peter was staring at her, sadness painting his eyes with stars. Jackie knew exactly who he was talking about, but she asked anyway, "Who?"

"Ryan." Peter answered. "When he saw you, I could see his eyes. He was happy." Peter licked his lips and gulped down a lump in his throat.

Jackie huffed and looked away. "I don't want to talk about him." she said simply before continuing her task.

"Why not?" Peter asked her lightly. He scooted closer to her and placed his arm behind her on the couch.

"I just don't want to think about him." Jackie spat before putting her pen down and glaring at him. Peter was taken aback.

"But--" Then he stopped. He was about to say, "If you don't love him anymore, it won't matter," but he thought better of it. Instead, he sighed and pulled his arm away.

Jackie looked down, then at Peter. "Sorry." she said softly. "I shouldn't have gotten snippy."

Peter chuckled lightly and smirked at her. Then, it faded. "Jackie," he asked, the seriousness in his voice sending chills down her spine. "Do you want to stay in Neverland?"

Jackie's heart stopped. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. Peter nodded his head and turned away.

"No, Peter!" Jackie said suddenly. "I do want to stay, I really do!" Peter smiled, just a little bit, and wrapped his arm around her. Jackie let out a breath she had been subconsciously holding and nuzzled next to him.

Peter snaked his other arm around her and held her close, blinking back tears. He kissed her forehead sadly and closed his eyes, both of them drifting into a peaceful slumber.

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Jackie's eyes cracked open, but immediately squeezed shut. It was very bright! She moaned and clamped her hand into whatever had the unfortunate circumstance of lying under there. It must have been Peter.

Confusion filled Jackie as she opened her eyes. Peter felt rather…soft. She turned her head and looked at her hand. Oh, she wasn't holding Peter. They were bed sheets.

She nodded and closed her eyes. Peter must have taken her to bed. That meant he was sleeping on the couch. How sweet of him.

She smiled in her sleep, then her eyes flew open again. Why were her bed sheets purple!?

Jackie sat up quickly and stared down. Sure enough, the sheets she were sleeping on were a soft lavender color.

Jackie's eyes wandered around the room, and she gasped loudly. She was in her bedroom! Her room, in her home in France!

Jackie felt tears spring to her eyes as she looked around her pink walls. Peter had taken her home. Why hadn't he said goodbye?

Or…maybe…she never went to Neverland. She had gotten her wish and never met Peter Pan. No, he was real! Wasn't he?

Jackie threw her covers off and ran to her mirror. No, it wasn't a dream. There was the cut on her cheek from Amy, as well as the slices to her neck and shoulder. Indeed, upon inspection, she was certain that she had gotten shot in her stomach.

A tear fell down Jackie's face as she looked towards the window. She gulped as another tear fell. It was daylight.

"Shackie?" Jackie whipped around to see Lysette standing in the doorway, much as Ryan had done earlier.

"Shackie, are you really 'ere?" she asked, obviously bewildered as she walked into the room and up to her stepsister.

Jackie nodded and beat her eyelashes, ceasing her tears for the time being. Lysette smiled and threw her arms around her. "Shackie! Oh, 'ow evereeone was meessing you! Eespeceeally Ryanne, 'e was so worried!"

Lysette and Jackie ran downstairs to see everyone who had been missing her. Jackie forgot about Peter right then, for she was so excited to see her father again. Even if he was bland.

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Peter sat in his room, all of the boys still sleeping. It was very early, but he couldn't sleep. He played with his sword, twirling it in the bed delicately. Why he had brought Jackie home, he did not know, but it felt like the right thing to do.

He sighed and threw his sword angrily, the sword clanking against the door and crashing onto the ground. This awoke Tootles, who slept right next to the door. "Peter?" he asked timidly.

Peter stared at him, then shook his head violently, wrapping his arms around his knees and burying his face in his legs.

Peter cried.

Dun dun dun!!!!!!! So, Peter takes Jackie home while she is asleep and leaves. How sad... Why did he do it? We may never know... Excpet for me. I know why he did it. But that is for me to know, and for you to find out!

-- Risea Moone