A/N: Hello! Sorry that it's been a few days since I last updated. I meant to get this chapter out sooner, but I've had a hard time working out some of the kinks in the story in my head. However, the next chapter should be coming out shortly, though my birthday is on Saturday. Due to that and a get together I'm having on Friday it might hinder my future progress.

I'm also sorry that this chapter is a bit on the shorter side for what I've been writing recently, but I still hope that you enjoy it!

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Margaret saw Peter as he stole out of the hideout. She quietly slipped out of the bed and looked out the window to see him looking at the sky as he held Wendy's shell necklace. She took a deep breath of courage as she went outside and joined him by his side.

"Are you doing well? I want you to be honest with me," she said, looking over at Peter with a gentle expression. He prepared to deny any troubles hanging on his mind, but at seeing Margaret's concern he sighed and relented.

"That song you sang, it was…it was a song that I had made up for Wendy," Peter explained to her slowly. Margaret parted her lips slightly as she attempted to look surprised, but she soon realized how much sense it made. "It was a surprise when you sang it. I'd thought that Wendy would have long forgotten it by now."

"Nana sang that lullaby to me nearly every night as a child. Even now she occasionally sings it. I'd always found the song to be endearing, but there was an element of intimacy to it that I'd always found…out of place. Knowing as little as I do about the relationship between the two of you, I can only guess what the song meant," Margaret said. Peter nodded absently.

"She still remembers it," he said in slight shock as he shook his head. "I never thought I'd hear that song again."

Margaret was unaccustomed to how emotional Peter felt about the subject. "Well, now you've heard it," Margaret told him as she patted his shoulder. She looked down to see that his hands were by his sides. She bit her bottom lip as she pondered for a moment before she reached down and intertwined her hand with his. Peter's head snapped to look over at Margaret as she her eyes flicked towards his shyly. His expression softened as he looked back up at the sky once again.

"How old were you when your parents…when they…?" Peter hesitated to finish the question. I knew he didn't want to trigger a meltdown like he had earlier.

"Four," Margaret replied. She felt Peter squeeze her hand at her response. "It's strange. I remember the day that they died so clearly. Yet, I hardly remember what they look like, or even what their voices sound like. It's difficult knowing that your memory of your parents is fading."

Peter looked over at her sympathetically. She managed a tired smile at him. "I never considered how much of my life was changed by their deaths. I did my best not to think of it. But, on occasion, I desperately wish that I could see them, even for just a brief while."

A thoughtful expression crossed Peter's face. His eyes glazed over as he retreated into his thoughts. Margaret prepared to question him, but decided against it. If she were deep in thought she wouldn't like to be disturbed. It was likely the same with Peter.

"You know, your mother was pretty difficult when she first came to Neverland, too," Peter said, looking up at her. Margaret blinked, surprised that he had spoken so suddenly. "She'd been kidnapped by Captain Hook under the misunderstanding that she was Wendy. Jane was particularly adamant that she didn't believe in fairies, which caused Tinkerbell to become sick. She also had a lot of trouble flying," he said with a chuckle. "Jane was very strong minded, but she also was the one who saved us. She was truly the best Lost Girl we ever had."

"Lost Girl?" Margaret asked in disbelief. "Nana never spoke about my mother's time in Neverland, though she did mention it once or twice. I didn't know my mother was the first Lost Girl."

"She was deserving of the title. If she had stayed, she would have easily climbed our ranks," Peter said with a shrug. Margaret nodded as she studied Peter's expression. Despite the carefree mask he wore, she could sense melancholy that rested deep within him.

"Peter, has anyone that you've ever met in London chosen to stay in Neverland," Margaret asked him gently. "I mean, has anyone besides those recruited as Lost Boys chosen to stay?"

Peter hesitated a moment as he shifted his jaw. Margaret saw his cheerful demeanor dissolve before her as he made eye contact with her. Pain and abandonment rested there in his eyes for only those that were willing to take the time to see it. Margaret felt her lips part as she squeezed his hand. "It's ok if you aren't ready to talk about it."

"No, no, it's fine," Peter replied as he took a deep breath. "No, no one has ever stayed."

Margaret grew thoughtful as she pondered. Where there many people that hadn't chosen to stay? Had he even met any other people besides, herself, her mother, and Nana? Margaret bit her bottom lip. "How many have there been?"

"Wendy was the first. It hadn't really been planned or anything. But my shadow, being the pesky thing that it is decided to lead me on a chase away from Neverland. My shadow decided to invade the Darling nursery and it was there that I met her."

"That must have been a shock," Margaret giggled. Peter laughed lightly.

"Yeah, she somehow knew about me. It wasn't the first time that my shadow left me, actually. I'd gone into a few homes to retrieve it. I guess I must have unknowingly been going to the Darling house each time. Now that I think about it, my shadow must've been trying to give me some hints," he said.

"So, in total, that makes three: Wendy, Jane, and now you," Peter finally answered. Margaret looked down, breaking eye contact with him briefly. Margaret looked back up at him to see his eyes looking into hers softly. She looked up at the moon to avoid the crimson that threatened to burn her cheeks.

"I'm glad that I met you, Peter," Margaret said, chancing a glance at him, "even if I didn't make that very apparent at first."

"I'm glad that I met you, too, Margaret," Peter said quietly.

The two of them stood under the kiss of the moon's light as they relished in the silent company of each other. And somehow, each of them quietly wished that they could remain like that forever.

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"Wow, you are learning fast," Peter remarked as he bent forward to catch his breath. It was Margaret's second fighting lesson and indeed, she was already proving to be a formidable opponent. Now he would actually have to have some concern for his own safety if he ever chose to practice fighting with the knives with her.

"Thank you, I pride myself on doing so," Margaret said with giggle. She sheathed her knife as she sat on the ground. Margaret was also fatigued from their session, but she was content and confident at the fact that it had been a productive lesson. Maybe it wouldn't be too long before she'd be able to really fight against the pirates. That provided a degree of thrill that she'd never felt before. "Are the Lost Boys trained in fighting with knives?"

"No. They don't really have an affinity for fighting with knives, except for Nibs. The Lost Boys know the basics, but generally they will avoid using them if they can. They have their own weapons of choice; they used them in our skirmish recently," Peter explained as he wiped the sweat off of his brow.

"I was too busy plotting a way that I could help to really notice. I did see Tootles helping to supply materials to be launched, however," Margaret recalled.

"We're still working to find a weapon that he could use. Cubby likes to use clubs. Slightly is good at using a bow. The Twins like using slingshots, and Nibs likes to use a knife."

"I wonder if I could spar him. At some point the only way I could improve would be to fight against someone else, and I'd prefer that I do it against a friend, not a foe," Margaret told Peter.

"You still have some ground to cover before we do that. You're still pretty inexperienced and I don't want you to get hurt."

Margaret rolled her eyes as she smiled at him. "I know. Trust me, I'm not the sort to partake in anything rash or foolish."

"I'm surprised you don't consider flying into battle and nearly getting yourself caught by pirates to divert their attention foolish," Peter chuckled.

"Most of the time," Margaret added with another fond roll of the eyes.

"Yeah, sure," Peter replied with another chuckle. Margaret scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

The cool breeze of Neverland brought a welcome change to the uncomfortable humidity. The leaves rustled together peacefully as the sun began its descent in the sky. Margaret allowed herself to be enchanted by the sunset, as the sky began to streak beautiful purples, pinks, and oranges. Peter sat next to her as he too partook in observing the sunset.

"Margaret, I was wondering if you would like to go to a special spot in Neverland with me tonight? I…well there's a surprise that I have for you," Peter said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Margaret glanced over at him as he lips curved upwards gently.

"Are you certain we won't have a nasty run in with any pirates?" She asked softly.

"No, they don't like to go to this area. It's…well it's kind of special," Peter replied. Margaret shrugged.

"It is not as if we have had anything else planned. I'd be more than happy to partake in this surprise," Margaret answered with a quiet giggle. Peter gave her a wide smile, hiding the fact that he thought she looked absolutely ravishing when she smiled.