A/N: Sorry if there are a lot of mess-up near the end, I was falling asleep while writing it. Not that it was boring, least I hope not, I was just tired. And I graduated high school last week!

Meeting the New Lost Boys

Wendy ducked down and stepped into the tree house. It would have been just as she had remembered it, if it not been so untidy.

"Oh, dear . . ." she said to herself, "I fear that there will be quite a good amount of spring cleaning to do around here."

Suddenly she heard the sound of rushing air behind her and turned to see Peter duck down and walk through the doorway.

"I see you've grown out of it, too," Wendy commented with a smile. Peter flushed

"I was always a bit too tall for it."

"Whatever you say, Peter," Wendy sighed.

"Come on!" Peter shouted, taking Wendy's hand and leading her out of the little house.

"Where are we going?"

"To the Underground Hideout, so you can meet the new lost boys!"

Tinker Bell swooped down after them. She had been hovering 'round the chimney for the entire course of the short conversation, since the door hand been closed on her. She stomped her tiny feet in frustration.

"You silly ass!" she cried in the fairy tongue.

Peter ignored her and told Wendy, as they walked, to do the same. "I understand why she doesn't like me," Wendy said, in a sad tone.

"She's always jealous of anyone and anything that takes my attention away from her," replied Peter with a shrug. He then stopped before the giant Never Tree and pulled the vine that opened the door to the hideout.

"After you, Wendy," he said with his mannerly, fairy court bow.

"Thank you, Peter," Wendy giggled with a curtsy. She felt Peter's eyes follow her as she entered the tree and a thrilling tingle went up her spine. Then with a cry, Wendy went sliding down into the heart of Peter's Secret Hideout.

"Hello, mother!" a lost boy cried when she stumbled to her feet. "We've been expecting you."

"You have, have you?"

The boy looked at her a moment then announced with a great smile, "and you're all we expected you to be: completely lovely."

"Why thank-you!" Wendy exclaimed, feeling quite flattered

"I'm Hatch," said the first boy who talked to her. He had a dreadfully dirt smeared face and unruly, straight, dark blond hair which fell into his eyes.

Another boy, who was quite little, came up to Wendy and tugged on her nightdress. "I'm Bubbles."

"Bubbles? How did you get that name?"

"I'll show you. Watch!" He blew a spit bubble.

Wendy grimaced. "Oh . . . how . . . charming."

"And," said an usually tall boy, though not as tall as Peter had now become, "my name is Ignacious Nathaniel Forsythe," he beamed with pride at his usually long name.

"He's the only one us who actually remembers his name in full." Wendy jumped at the sudden appearance of the low voice by her ear. She turned to find Peter standing very close to her. She looked him up and down for a moment. Peter then noticed their close proximity and took a quick step back. Disappointment filled Wendy and the absence of his nearness made her feel cold.

"We just call him Iggy," whispered Hatch.

Suddenly, a crow was heard coming from inside one of the tunnels. Peter answered with his own crow.

A boy, of Peter's age when he first took Wendy to Neverland, popped out of the tunnel. His hair was black as night, and the locks tumbled into his eyes.

"This, Wendy, is my the one who takes after me, Will Wood."

"Hello, mother," said Will bowing, then taking Wendy's hand and briefly kissing it.

"I sent him to the fairy court for a little while until he picked up enough of the gallantry of the fairy-court to please you."

"Oh, well thank-you very much, both of you," Wendy blushed and a soft smile spread across Peter's now more chiseled features.

"Speaking of fairies," Peter said, rising into the air and getting in a cross-legged position, "there's going to be a fairy ball tonight, if you would like to see one again."

"I would love to, Peter!"

The Lost Boys groaned. Their captain had been getting really sentimental lately, ever since he started changing. He kept staring off into space or wandering quietly among the fairies. Although, he was still the same old Peter Pan when it came to a battle. Just as bright and as energetic as before, laughing from the pure joy of youth.

"Count us out!" said Will.

"Yeah!" heartily agreed the rest.

"That's fine," said Peter with a shrug. The Lost Boys were surprised at how easily he took them not going with him. It seemed that he would rather spend more time and have more fun with this Wendy-girl.

"Do you think . . .?" Bubbles asked Will quietly a few minutes later.

"I'm not sure," answered Will truthfully, "I think we'll just have to wait and see what happens."

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That evening, the group's attention was caught by a ball of white light, which flew out from the tunnel and into the room.

"Hello, Nik!" yelled Hatch.

The male fairy waved in warm response but didn't slow his progress until he came to Tink's boudoir.

I knocked on the door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

Nothing.

He finally tried shouting. Tink shouted back. Of course, it sounded to all of them except Peter and a few of the more studious of Lost Boys who actually bothered to learn the fairy speech, like nothing more then a bunch of little bells tingling at once.

Will put a hand to his mouth in mild surprise and looked at Peter. "I didn't teach her that," he said. "She probably heard it from the one of the boys who still remember the existence of that word. Hopefully you will not hear it again."

Tink finally opened the door. She squealed with delight and threw her arms about the handsome fairy's neck.

"Hmm . . ." Maybe we can get her over that jelousy thing. I have an idea . . ."

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