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"So this is Neverland," Jane said quietly as she stared down in awe at the amazing view below her. "My mother tried to describe it to me, but I never imagined it to be so beautiful."

Peter flashed a smile at her. "That is because there is no place like it." He said. "Look over there." Peter pointed at a grand pirates ship floating on the open water below them. "That's Hook's ship."

"But mother said that Hook was eaten by the crock, and didn't you capture his ship?" Jane asked looking at him questioningly.

Peter looked grim. "Yes Hook was swallowed by the crock, but after it went back under water Hook ripped it¹s stomach open and swam out. We found the crock washed up on shore a few days later. It¹s clock had stopped ticking."

"Oh that's dreadful! But the ship...how did he get it back?"

"He didn't...That's a new one. He rounded his pirates up again and they built a whole new ship. Now Hook has the idea that he¹s invincible. The crock was the only thing he was ever afraid of, and now that it¹s dead..." Peter broke off.

"He's worse than ever now isn't he?" Jane asked.

"Yes, he found out where my hide-out is, and so I had to make a whole new one, not that I minded though that was certainly an adventure," Peter said with a grin. Anyway, the other hideout was getting old. The lost boys and I needed a new place."

"The lost boys? But they're all back in London. I should know they're my uncles."

"No, your uncles are the old lost boys, the ones that grew up. These are the new lost boys. Boys still do fall out of their cribs when the nurses aren¹t looking. They had no place to go of course so they came here where we play all day."

"What sort of things do you play Peter?" Asked Jane.

"Well, we shoot things with our bows and arrows, and we practice sword fighting, then we have all sorts of scavenger hunts!"

"What about the stories? Don't you tell stories?" Jane asked. Peter looked down.

"No, the stories don't seem right anymore. I guess maybe I've heard them all too much but...I don't know...they just seem so..."

"Childish?" Jane asked. Peter looked at her slightly.

"Of course not! Why would I think anything is childish?" He said, yet he looked slightly worried.

"Peter, how old are you?" Jane asked him.

"I don't know, why?"

"Well it's just that my mother was much younger than I was when she came here and you were both about the same age, but you look to be about my age and I'm thirteen. It just seems like you've..."

"Well I haven't," Peter said quickly as if to even mention it would cause the whole of Neverland to come crashing down.

"Are you sure? It just seems so..." Peter looked at her indignantly.

"Don't you remember who I am? I'm Peter Pan the boy who won't grow up. To even suggest that something like that could ever happen is absolutely...WRONG!"

"All right, all right calm down Peter," said Jane hastily. "I didn't mea to cause you distress I was just curious."

"Well curiosity killed the cat," Peter said coldly. Then his face seemed to soften. "Jane, I was just remembering some of the adventures that Wendy and I had together. We had great fun together you know. I should very much like to show you something."

"All right Peter, what is it?" Jane asked excitedly.

"Follow me," said Peter and he jumped off of the cloud they were laying on and flew over towards the jungle with Jane following close behind. They reached an area where the trees seemed taller and much older than the others and they slowly descended. "Quiet now, we don't want to disturb them."

Jane looked down from the tree branch they were sitting on and silently searched for whatever was in the brush below. It wasn't long before she saw some grass shudder slightly as a small ball of fur flew out. The ball rolled to a stop and slowly a little creature unwrapped itself. It had large pointed ears and large brown spots all over it's sleek white fur. It stood up on its hind legs, put its fingers to it's mouth, and gave a long high pitched whistle. Then it opened its tiny mouth and let out a high musical note that seemed to reverberate within the trees. It was joined with another note that matched in perfect harmony and another little creature, this one with black spots, came out of the tall grass.

"What are they?" Jane whispered to Peter her eyes completely transfixed on the growing number of creatures below her.

"Gremlins," Peter said staring at Jane as if she were daft. "Have you never seen one before?"

"No...Gremlins? I've always thought them to be make-believe," Jane replied.

"Make believe? Haven't you ever wondered why your stockings disappear after your mother sends them to the cleaners?" Jane nodded. "Well look," Peter said.

Jane looked back at the Gremlins and watched incredulously as they pulled a small basket of stockings out of the grass and started passing them around. Then to her surprise the gremlins bit into the socks like they were crackers and proceeded to eat the whole basket.

"They really are quite adorable," Jane said smiling at them. "Couldn't I just go down and pet one of them" Peter's eyes widened.

"No that would be very bad," he said firmly.

"But why?" Jane asked, and without waiting for a reply from him she glided quietly off of the tree branch and landed behind the group of singing gremlins.

"Jane!" Peter whispered as loudly as he dared. "Get back here!" Jane ignored him and walked carefully up to a gremlin outside the group.

"Hello there!" She said bending down to the little creature. The gremlin whipped around in shock. Then it's expression changed from shock to glee. It's wide brown eyes narrowed slightly and suddenly changed to bright red. Jane fell back in shock. Then she looked up and noticed the other gremlins had seen her as well. There cute faces were narrowed into devilish sneers and their big eyes were shining red. One of the gremlins cackled softly and she heard a high voice say, "GET IT!"

The gremlins let off high squeals and all dived at Jane at once. Jane screamed and waited for the impact of their little hands to close in on her, but suddenly she felt herself flying through the air. She opened her eyes and found herself being held in Peter's arms. He quickly flew here away from the forest and the outraged cries of the gremlins and deposited her on a rock near the sea.

"Just what do you think you were doing?" He asked his face not quite as carefree as it once was.

"I just wanted to pet one, they looked so cute I..."

"Gremlins feed off of humans life sources. Even Wendy knew that!" Peter shouted.

"Well excuse me!" Jane said irritably. "She failed to mention it to me. I'm not my mother you know."

"No you're not!" Peter said angrily. He turned away from her and stared out at the sea. A ball of glittering light flew over and landed on his shoulder. It was Tinkerbell. She whispered something into his ear and flew off. "Tink says the lost boys are eager to meet you. We should go." He looked back at her and smiled slightly. Jane took a deep breath and answered.

"All right, let's go then." They flew in silence to a large tree that looked as if it had been killed, brought back to life, killed, then brought back to life again. It was about thirty feet wide and ten feet in diameter. The branches stuck out like spider's legs and it had large bumps all over it. Peter flew over to a bump that was slightly larger than the others and pushed it. A small opening formed in the base of the tree. "Come on," Peter said, and he jumped head first into the opening. Jane followed shortly behind and she found herself speeding down a slide that spun in circles.

When she finally came out she flew three feet through the air and landed on a pile of pillows. Immediately after she landed boys of all sorts and sizes pounced on her.

"Hullo," a small boy said. "You must be Wendy."

"No, I'm not Wendy, I'm her daughter Jane," she replied struggling to untangle herself from the mass of bodies. The boys all looked at her in wonder then they turned to Peter.

"Her daughter? You mean 'ol Wendy that you always talk about went and got herself a daughter?"

"'Fraid so," Peter replied.

"Awfully beu'iful in't she?" One of the boys said.

"Is she to be our mother then Peter?"

"If she wants to," Peter replied seating himself on a large chair and pulling out a reed pipe. He pretended to play the pipe as if he didn't care much about what Jane's decision was, but Jane could see him looking at her apprehensively.

"Well, I suppose if you really want I could...but only if Peter promises to be the father!" The lost boys broke out in a chorus of "Please Peter please."

"You'll make a wonderful da' Peter."

"Aye, there's no da' like a Peter kind o' da'." Peter looked at them and a small smile slowly formed on his lips.

"All right then, I'll be your father. After all it's only pretend." The lost boys broke out in a loud chorus of cheers. Peter started to play his reed pipe and the boys danced in a circle around Jane. Jane smiled brightly. What fun Neverland was going to be!

Above the boys a dark shadow turned and ran from the tree. The master must know.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get the next chapter done, I've got a ton of stuff going on right now what with school finishing up and I've got all my final exams to do. Also my computer is being a git, but I shall be getting another one shortly and when I do I promise updates will be more frequent. Now, I like to respond to my reviewers so here goes.....

TigerLilly130: Ask and ye shall receive. Here is the next chapter. Thanks for the review.

Camille: Yes Jeremy Sumpter is cute, but his looking older is part of the plot.

Audrey: Thanks, I like it when people like my writing.

Baby Goo Goo2: ::bows:: thank you

Patiens-liberi: yeah it is kinda fast but I wanted to get all that wrapped up in the first chapter.

Cavca: Yes I did it on the movie, actually the movie is what inspired me to start this. Thanks for reading.

All right, those were the reviews, now I'll try to update again, but I also have another fic that comes before this one. It's an LOTR one. Go read it!!

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