Disclaimer: Not mine, some of the characters are though.

Author's Note:

I got a few very nice reviews from you people. Reviews are great. I know that the last chapter was not as good as it could have been, but I wanted to get it out and done with and I might re-write it at some point in the future.

Secondly, English is not my mother-tongue. I am not a native speaker and I desperately need a beta-reader. So far anybody who has tried to beta-read for me gave up after 2 or 3 chapters, simply because I want more than just grammar and spelling corrections. I ask them for their opinion on the plot and I think I can be rather annoying, so if anybody is really interested in beta-reading for me…let me know.

Besides, from now on there really will be a new chapter every Friday.

Thanks for the reviews go to: alleluia, superstar4eva88, Lostgurl920, Captain Oblivious, angel-dolphin1, Trickster-Jaina-Fel, LoL 14012, Terriah, bamaslamma29, grlEgrl, babybluestarangel, Kikiki, Chayter and Wendy.

DarkAngelB: Uhm, Peter in the books (and the movie) is a very cocky, conceited, self-centred boy. So is Jaz. The Lost Boys in the books as well as in the movie aren't very nice either. They tried to kill Wendy, they would have let her die before she was one of them. They only don't let her, because Peter intervenes and Peter only intervenes because he loves Wendy. Jaz doesn't love her, so there is no need for him to remember her or anything about her. In the real Barrie books, Peter even forgets Wendy on their way to Neverland and only remembers her later on. I don't know why but there is something about Neverland that makes you rather forgetful. However, the relationship between Wendy and the lost Boys in this story will change as soon as she gets to know them better.

SHOW ME HEAVEN

CHAPTER 6

The Home Over Ground

Three days had passed since Wendy had been allowed to stay with the Lost Boys. However, she was not happy. Things had changed too much since she had last been to Neverland and she just couldn't get used to them.

All the boys had left her on her own as soon as Jaz had told them she could stay and it was up to Wendy to get to know her knew home. The Lost Boys no longer lived under ground, instead, they had moved to one of the treetops of the high Nevertrees. The house was all made of leaves and vines, twigs and branches and the sunlight that streamed in through the thick, green walls always seemed to be a bit dim. Also, there weren't many rooms. In fact, the house only had one room and only when the sun went down, the children came back to their hide out and went to sleep on the moss covered floor. They didn't have any beds and only the mushrooms served as seats and tables.

Wendy found this outrageous. How could one live without decent furniture? And what made things even worse was that she hadn't yet discovered how to get down from the tree.

Her search for a ladder had been in vain and every time she tried to climb down using some of the tree's vines, she found herself moved upwards again. At times, it even seemed to her that the tree itself enjoyed teasing her, letting her climb down until she could actually see the ground and then pulling her up again with a violent jerk. Once, she had even tried to jump down and to float down to the ground clinging to happy thoughts as she had done to soften her fall when she jumped from the Jolly Roger. However, a thick, lush green vine had sneaked around her waist and pulled her back up, dropping her gently in front of the house again.

Sometimes, she even thought that the tree house changed its position, because when she looked out of the windows she never recognized the view.

The tree itself was huge, gigantic even, as Nevertrees usually tend to be. Every time she stepped out of the house, there always was a strong, broad branch on which she could easily walk without risking to fall of it. Compared to Peter's former home under ground, it was at least more airy, even though not as comfortable or homely.

At first, she had tried to talk to the boys, but every time that she came near Fozzy and Brownie, they only looked at her with wide, scared eyes, ran from her and climbed the tree to hide in the branches above the house. Jenko, on the other hand, simply seemed to forget about her constantly. Now and then, he would look at her in a confused way, then shake his head, yawn and walk off. She hadn't even tried to talk to Wiggy yet, because every time she saw him, he sent her murderous glares and sometimes she even thought to hear him growl at her when she happened to pass him by. Wendy decided it would be better to stay away from Wiggy just to be safe. And Nooves? Well, Nooves would sometimes look at her and she would give him a tentative smile after which he would jump and hastily scramble out of sight, his cheeks coloured with a tinge of pink. It seemed as if all of a sudden they had made it their code of honour to avoid her. They hadn't even asked her to tell them stories.

Finally, Wendy had enough of it. Jaz had so far been the only one to talk to her in a civilized manner and he had left two nights ago and not returned since. Wendy was not the type of person to be ignored. In fact, she was quite used to being the centre of attention…or if not in the centre, then at least she wanted to be part of the group.

Determined that this time she would not let him run off, she approached Nooves.

"Hello, Nooves," she said trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Oh, hi," the boy answered and backed away a little to get to the door, but Wendy took a quick step to his side and thus blocked his way to the door, trapping him with her in the room. Realizing that she would not let him get away from her this time, Nooves nervously took of his glasses and started to clean them with his dirty shirt.

"Nooves, I'd really like to know why none of you boys is talking to me."

"Well, I am talking to you right now, don't I?" he answered and glanced around, still trying to escape from her.

"Only because you can't get away from me at the moment," she said with a frown.

"Uhm, you see, it is not that we don't like you-"

"Like me? How can you like someone you haven't ever really talked to?"

"Uhm, no, well…"

"Nooves, please," Wendy said with a pleading look in her eyes. She simply had to know why they didn't like her. Why they didn't want her to tell them stories and to let her be their mother. And she hadn't forgotten about Peter, either. She would need the Lost Boys if she ever wanted to get him away from the Pirates to revive his memories.

"You…you are just…so…girly," he stuttered not being able to look at her while he said it.

"Girly?" Wendy exclaimed. "I am not GIRLY!"

"What are you then, Girly?" came Wiggy's voice from the door behind them. "Just look at you. You're all clean and spotless wearing a silly dress."

Wendy didn't know what to say. True, she had tried to clean her dress after all she had been through, but it was far from being clean and spotless. Girly. How could he call her girly? From the start, she had known that Wiggy didn't like her in particular, but she had never thought of him being such a rude boy.

"Have you ever even brandished a sword? Or even gotten down from the tree to go out and hunt or fight the Indians since you've been here? You're more a grown-up than one of us. I don't know why Jaz let you stay at all. A story teller," he snarled. "We don't need your stories, we have our own adventures."

"If I had known how to get down from this stupid tree I would have done it! And who are you to call me Girly? You don't now a thing about me! And yes, I can brandish a sword…I have fought more Pirates and Indians than you and all the others put together!"

"Oh, really?"

"YES, REALLY!"

"Listen, Wendy,…" Nooves tried to interfere and calm the two fighters, but they wouldn't listen.

"Then, why don't you prove it?" Wiggy spat.

In the meantime, Jenko, Fozzy and even Brownie had appeared in the doorway. Obviously the loud argument between the two had made them curious as to what was going on in the tree house. Now they were watching the scene in silence.

"Fine, I will. Give me your knife." Wendy demanded, her eyes sparkling with fury, and she briskly walked over to him.

Smirking, he handed her the knife.

"But, Wendy, you can't…" Nooves said.

"Oh, believe me, I can. Now, how do I get down?" Determination filled her voice and there was a stern look on her face.

"This way," Wiggy said and pointed out of the door. "I'll show you."

Hastily, the three boys outside made way for Wendy and Wiggy who strolled casually out of the room, followed by Wendy whose step was as determined as her voice had been and Nooves, who heaved a sigh and gloomily trotted behind them.