A/N: Hello! I've made more progress on the story! I probably won't be updating the story the rest of the week as I have finals. However, after that, I'll be on break, so I should have time to work on the story more. Until then, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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The following morning, Margaret woke up early and began to prepare breakfast for the Lost Boys and Peter from the leftover food. Margaret and Peter hadn't spoken much the night before, but to Margaret it was important nonetheless. She believed the ice had finally been broken between the two. It would be nice to finally see him as a friend rather than an arrogant nuisance.

"Morning, Margaret," Peter greeted.

"Good morning, Peter," Margaret replied. She looked over and smiled at him as she worked on putting food on each of the shell dishes for the boys. Peter took some of them and began to set the table. The Lost Boys remained snoring in their hammocks peacefully as Margaret and Peter sat at the table to eat once they finished setting out the plates.

"So," Peter began in the middle of chewing his food, "how are you feeling?"

Margaret put up a finger as a sign to wait as she finished chewing and swallowing the food in her mouth. "I'm doing much better; thank you for inquiring," Margaret replied. Peter nodded with a lighthearted expression as he continued to dig in through his food. Margaret glanced out one of the holes in the tree as the sunlight began to flood in. "Peter, were you the one that wrote me the message in those leaves?" She asked him curiously.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Peter replied.

"That would explain why you used the leaves and the atrocious spelling."

"Hey, I tried my best!" Peter exclaimed in fake hurt. Margaret giggled and rolled her eyes.

"I know, and the message did come across though it only furthered my suspicions of his malicious intentions," Margaret said with a shake of the head. "He had…quite the way of making an impression."

"It was scary seeing him near you," Peter recalled. "You see, Hook appeared to have disappeared for a while. I was concerned about his absence since he was probably recruiting more pirates, or so I thought. I decided to return to London to make sure that he wasn't going to try and kidnap Wendy, Jane, or anybody else. I flew over that place that you would always go to, and I spotted you. I remembered being so astonished at seeing you 'cause I thought you were Wendy, and as far as I knew she was old now. Even weirder was the way that everything looked so strange in London. Anyway, when I saw you with Hook, it made me write that message. It looked like you didn't recognize him."

"That explains a lot. I was about to inquire about why you chose to watch me in London."

"Well, now you have your reason," Peter said, leaning back in amusement. Margaret smirked. Peter paused as a thought occurred to him. "Margaret, I was thinking, since you'll probably be here a while longer, it might be a good idea for you to learn a bit about living in Neverland. I know that you've taken care of everything here at the hideout, but in case you want to expand your horizons, I could teach you how to fight and how to fly."

Margaret prepared to answer with a "no", but paused to think for a moment. Sure, she felt most at home at Hangman's Tree doing the housework; it was what was most natural to her in this foreign place. She did get satisfaction, too, from cleaning up the place and inventing new ways of keeping everything orderly. But, wouldn't she want to do a bit of exploring? While she had never in her life done anything remotely adventurous, except for the few times that she stayed up past her bedtime when she was young to read more education books, it excited her to explore the unknown. Besides, Neverland was a fantastical place that had fascinated Margaret since she was young. Shouldn't she take advantage of this opportunity to explore a place near and dear to her heart?

"I believe that I would like that. It never hurts to expand one's horizons, as you stated previously," Margaret finally answered. Peter gave her a wide smile.

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"Alright, first lesson in flying," Peter said, carrying a bag of pixie dust. Margaret trailed a distance behind him as she tried to find her way through the rough overgrowth of the Neverland jungle. She was surprised that he had insisted to venture to a more secluded area of Neverland, considering the strength of the pirates, but Peter assured her that he knew a perfect spot.

"Um, Peter, where are we going exactly?" Margaret asked him as he stopped in the middle of some trees.

"Right here," he told her matter-of-factly as he gestured by widening his arms. Margaret stared at the area they were in uncertainly. It was infested with ferns, brush, and vegetation of any and all types that she could think of. She felt that the clearing would have been better, but then again, she wasn't an expert.

"He knows what he's doing," Margaret whispered to herself as comfort. Unfortunately, it wasn't very affective in that purpose.

"So, what do you know so far?"

"What?" Margaret asked in confusion.

"I want to know how far along you are in your training," Peter said encouragingly.

"Well…theoretically with a bit of pixie dust on your…person and some happy thoughts you should be able to fly quite fine," Margaret said to him slowly. She felt her hand twitch, a habit from her nerves when she answered questions at school.

"Yep, you're right! So, as you can see here, I've got the pixie dust," Peter said, opening the bag for Margaret to see. Margaret raised her eyebrows as she stared at him.

"Yes…I've seen pixie dust before," Margaret said slowly.

"Just wanted to refresh your memory."

"I don't think I could have mistaken it for anything else, Peter," Margaret told him with an amused, but nervous giggle.

"Well, now that we've got that covered, I'm gonna sprinkle some on you," Peter said. Margaret nodded uncertainly as she felt herself grow tense. Peter raised his eyebrows at her reaction. "You know, I'm not gonna stab you with a knife or anything."

"I know, I'm just…too worried about being perfect, I guess. I'm a perfectionist," Margaret explained as she tried to relax.

"You're supposed to be happy. I don't think you're happy when you're tense," he laughed. Margaret blushed slightly as he sprinkled some of the dust on top of her head.

"So, now I think of a happy memory?" Margaret asked, biting her lip.

"Yep! So, have at it!" Peter said with a clap of the hands. Margaret looked over at him anxiously.

"Peter, I…I don't think I have a happy memory," Margaret stated. Peter froze as his face fell; his mouth fell agape.

"That's impossible," Peter said with a wave of the hand. Margaret shook her head.

"I mean, I do have happy memories, but…nothing has seemed to work. I tried the time that I learned about my acceptance to Grim Prep, and then I tried to think of my first day—"

"I see what your problem is," Peter interrupted, cutting her off. "Those memories are too grown up. You need a happy memory that makes you feel like a kid again."

"Makes me feel like a kid again?" Margaret repeated. She furrowed her eyebrows as she racked her brain for anything…everything that could work. Her heart sunk as her mind went blank. She shook her head sadly.

Peter stood there completely aghast. How was it possible that she didn't have a happy memory?

"Wait!" Margaret said, a thrill gracing her features. Her eyes sparkled as she looked over at Peter with an anxious smile. "I think I have a memory."

"Let me hear it!" Peter said, hope in his eyes.

Margaret grew sheepish as a fire spread across her cheeks. She grabbed a hold of herself; she'd done much more embarrassing things for her presentations at Grim Prep, this was no different.

"It was the first time Nana told me the story," she said, looking over at him as her expression grew distant. "I'd always insisted on growing up so quickly. I think I'm just realizing now how much Nana fought to try to convince me to be a child for once. The only time she was able to was when she told me about her adventure in Neverland."

Peter grew silent as he looked at Margaret. Margaret could have sworn that she even saw a shine in Peter's eyes. He took a deep breath, spurring Margaret to continue speaking.

"I always wished, deep down, to go on a daring adventure. There was something so enticing about seeing mermaids, fighting pirates. A magical land was even more wonderful to imagine. There were times that I would imagine my own adventure in Neverland when I would attempt to study advanced schoolwork when I was young. I always would try to shed away those childish musings, but somehow, they always stuck," Margaret finished looking down.

Silence passed between the two as Margaret looked away from Peter in embarrassment. An unfamiliar mix of emotions stirred within Peter, emotions he couldn't name.

"Peter?" Margaret asked, breaking into his thoughts. "Should I try it?"

Peter managed to give Margaret a stiff nod. She blinked, taking a few deep breaths before she closed her eyes. A small smile graced her lips as she became lost in her own world. Peter couldn't help but think that she looked so…beautiful, when she smiled, when she looked carefree.

Margaret began to slowly life off of the ground. Her toes lingered on the ground for a few seconds before they too, removed themselves from the ground. Margaret's eyes snapped open as she looked down. A giant smile split across her face as her head shot up to meet Peter's shocked and joyous expression.

"Margaret, you're flying!"

"I'm flying!" Margaret exclaimed as she lifted higher into the air slowly.

"Try to move!"

"How do I do that?" Margaret asked in complete awe of what was happening.

"Just move around like you're in water!" Peter called up to her. Margaret nodded as she began to move around little by little. She managed to stop herself from lifting up higher as she began to fly in a circle above Peter. Margaret began to giggle as she flew around. Peter watched her in complete contentment.

"I'm flying!" Margaret cried out again. The excitement in her grew as she continued to fly in a circle, and soon, she began to experiment with different maneuvers in the air. Peter at this point lifted himself in the air to shadow her as she flew around the trees. The two began to gracefully fly through the jungle as Margaret grew increasingly confident in her flying ability.

Peter looked over at Margaret as she flew about the air, her hair flowing along with her movements. Happiness twinkled in her eyes as her arms remained spread throughout her flight. Her dress flailed along with the wind that rushed past Margaret. The brush underneath waved as the gust of wind from their flight washed over them.

Peter became so lost in the flight that he nearly forgot to stop Margaret when they approached the part of the jungle dominated by the pirates. "Margaret, we should turn around," Peter said as he floated in the air. Margaret looked back at him briefly before she clumsily worked to maneuver herself so she would simply float like Peter. However, she moved too far, causing herself to begin flipping in the air slowly before she managed to face Peter.

Peter doubled over laughing, leaving Margaret bewildered as she blushed in embarrassment. "Ok," she replied quietly, quickly pushing off of a tree back toward Hangman's Tree. Peter cocked his head over to the side, confused as to why she suddenly turned despondent. Margaret found herself struggling to stay above the ground.

Then suddenly, Margaret found herself falling through the air as she lost her grip on her happy memories. Peter shot toward her, catching her in his arms before she hit the brush. He landed on the ground gently as Margaret looked at him wide eyed, adrenaline having slammed through her system. Their faces hovered inches apart from one another as she remained frozen before she quickly wrestled out of his grip. Peter and Margaret both turned pink as they quickly walked back to Hangman's Tree.