A/N Oh my goodness, I am sooo sorry! I completely forgot this fic, I guess. It just got lost with all of this stuff I had to do. I had performances and trips (Germany, Austria, NYC, ect.) and I was just soo busy with school, oh, and mom got married, and two months later he moved out (son of a b*tch) then she lost her job and were crazy over that and Im on enough medicine to kill a horse but its not enough to make me sleep at four thirty in the morning which is what it is now *big breath* and tomorrow we have our first full dress rehersal for my musical which starts running a week from Tuesday and ends a week from Thursday and I have to miss some of my SATs to go to practice and my social studies test and then the week after my class is going to DC and I need to buy clothes for Mrs. Grady's evil dress code and tehn its my birthday and then its graduation and then its summer, which is bound to be as hectic as school and then I start high school. So as you can see, ive been very busy with no sign of stoppage any time soon. That mixed up w/ lots of boy problems (Sean, you are both the joy and curse of my life) is just making for a very busy picture. But to make it up to you, I wrote a long chapter (nearly as long as this IM) and its pretty good, I think. Tells more about Peter and he and Mary spend time together. So, anyway, on with the show. CURTAIN!

Chapter8

"You sure this is safe?"

"Yes."

"You're absolutely positive that nothing could go wrong."

"Well, if you put it that way..."

Mary panicked. "What way? What way did I put it that makes it not safe!?"

Peter sighed. Usually people he brought here were excited about flying, risks or no. Anna sure was. She had run ahead to climb a tree so she could scout out the best spot to try it. Peter always let his "students" do that, to test them. If they say "Hey! Look, there's a nice field, right over there" as opposed to "Ooh! Look at that cliff! Its right over Mermaid Lagoon! Let's go there!" he could tell what sort of person they were. "Field" liked to stay safe and wasnt very confident or an adrenaline drunkie. "Cliff" liked to take risks and was very confident. This sort of thing told Peter if a person was better as a scout or to gather food, ect. He always thought that if he met someone who could spot the area that had a rather tall cliff over a small field (and it was very hard to spot. Almost on the complete opposite side of the island) and chose there, that they and he were soul mates, in one way or another. That person, he felt, would be willing to take risks, but wasn't an idiot and needed some form of safety. Also, they had keen eyes and didnt mind physical activities, since the hike was so long you had to make camp along the way. So far, no one had chosen it.

"It's safe, I swear. Its just that if your not careful, things go wrong." He replied.

"What sort of things?" Mary asked suspiciously. She had a tendency to change moods like that to fit her comment. She was a drama queen. Peter was about to answer her, when Anna shouted from above.

"HEY!! I found the perfect spot! Its up ahead some ways! Probably a half hour walk, if your dragging."

Anna climbed down, falling from the fourth branch up. She quickly pulled herself up and said "Come on, this way" and arced her arm a little to the right of where they had been walking and began to lead the way. Peter was about to go take her place as leader, but Mary grabbed his arm gently.

"Peter, I gotta ask you something." She said with something that bordered on a puppy-dog face. Peter fell back, feeling exasperated.

"Yes, Mary, what is it?"

"You'll keep me safe, wont you? Like if I fall or something, you'll try to catch me wont you? Or if Anna tries to play a horrid joke on me, please dont let her! Im nervous about this."

'Well.' Peter thought. 'At least she's honest.' The problem was, he couldnt promise those things. If someone was in trouble, but he was having fun, it was a fifty fifty toss whether he would help or not. And as for jokes, if he wasnt in on it, something was wrong. He couldn't lie either. 'Or maybe...' he thought. 'Yes! She did only say "try" to help her, I can do that. I can try to do it.'

"Yes. Mary, I can promise you I will try to save you if you were in trouble. Now, can I please go lead?"

Mary scowled. "Look at Anna up there, having so much fun. Dont spoil it for her. Stay back here with me. Just talk with me, alright? Do the whole "getting to know you" thing. If I'm going to be mother, I'll need to know my family. Besides, you don't always have to be the leader. You'll get really egotistical."

Peter sighed. "Fine, fine. What do you want to talk about?" he asked, fully expecting the whole "well, I dunno. You think of something" deal.

"Well, for starters, we need to talk about my duties as mother. What are they, how often will they be, when do they need to be done by, ect." Mary replied in a very business like manner, standing up straighter and dusting nothings off of her skirt.

Peter was slightly surprised, but hid it well. "Well, you'll cook, clean, sew when necessary, tell stories or sing or whatever, occasionally dance. Give medicine and take care of injuries. I think thats pretty much all. Maybe gather food or such as needed."

"Okay then. Lets start from the top. Cooking. I'll be cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I suppose?"

"Normally yes. And you'd be providing snacks too. But after the Slightly incident, I've limited what the Lost Boys consume, so you only need to worry about breakfast and dinner."

"You mean they dont get lunch or snacks!" Mary exclaimed, horrified.

"Maybe. It all depends. They have to provide their own lunch and snacks, so if they catch a fish, then yes, they have lunch. If all they get is berries, then they have snacks. Like that."

"Oh, alright then. When will breakfast need to be ready by?"

"For the next week or so, since the Lost Boys are off camping, I'm taking the time to rest a little more, so about ten or so, but make it hardy. When the Boys are here, then as soon as they're all up, which is usually between eight-thirty and ten-thirty, depending on the night before."

"Oh dear! That's quite a big time difference. How shall I know?" Mary asked, being the stereotypical motherly figure. It reminded Peter of Wendy, and Mary was let a little further into his heart.

"I'll tell you. The night before I promise I'll tell you so you dont end up getting up at seven to slave away at a breakfast that wont be eaten until eleven." He said, changing his answer from "just guess".

"Thank you, Peter, you're a life saver! What about dinner?"

They continued on in this manner for some time until they reached the point for their first flying lesson. It was a cliff that hung out over the water. In some places it was clear the bottom of the cliff had broken off and fallen into the water, creating jagged rocks in the shallow water below. The cliff itself looked to be about 100 feet from the sea and ready to cross the distance at any moment.

Mary fainted.

Peter caught her.

A/N yeah, that was it. good? Bad? Review! Forget the system, its broken. For this fic anyway. for my other two pp fics it still stands, thanks all the same.