"Meg!" cried Tootles as he tossed his sword towards her. She caught it easily by the hilt, just in time to block an attack by Wendy. She had stolen Pan's knife and the boy's stared in amazement.

There was an actual fight between the two girls of Neverland, which is never good. The girls were going back and forth, Wendy was quick and agile, but Meg was more skillful and had more strength.

"You fight like a pirate!" Wendy said to Meg as their swords formed an "X" and their faces were an inch apart, the vertex of the blades the only thing separating them.

"Just because I have skill and you don't doesn't mean I fight like a pirate. Peter has skill and he most certainly is not a pirate." Meg responded with a smile just before pushing back.

Meg struck while Wendy was trying to regain her balance, and she backed into a tree in order to avoid a slash to the belly. Now Meg had her sword against the girl's neck. The boys were silent.

"You obviously don't know what happened between me and Hook, and because of that, I'm going to let you live. But talk out of line again little girl, and you'll pay for it." Meg said as she pressed the blade closer to Wendy's windpipe.

Meg pushed off the bark of the tree, never losing eye contact with the Lost Boy's Mother and then turned and started walking off the beach and into the forest dropping the sword a few feet from Wendy. The entire time, the Lost Boys, Indians, Pan and Tink were all silent.

Meg walked a few yards into the forest and realized, she didn't know the way to the clubhouse this way. So she shot up into the air and saw the end of the sunset, and noticed the light in Neverland change dramatically in only a few seconds. She loved Neverland so much, and cursed herself for leaving in the first place.

Why did I leave in the first place anyway? She thought to herself. Mom... Dad... my sisters... I can't remember them. She thought with a scare.

She saw a bright light from on top of the trees and followed it. Quietly she slunk beneath the canopy and saw the fairies dancing. She flew down to a branch and quietly lay there watching the dancers drift gracefully through the air. This had been her favorite past time, watching the fairies dance. She snuck out after lights out just to see the gracefulness of it all. Then she noticed two larger figures gliding gracefully through the air.

It was Peter and Wendy, Wendy was in his arms and they were dancing like a lady and a gentleman. Meg smiled as she watched the two children. She didn't like Wendy, but she was good to Peter, that's what mattered. She watched Wendy's nightgown flow with the wind and Peter's smile never leaving his face as they stared into each other's eyes. Meg blushed as she saw Peter lean in for a kiss and figured they'd want some time alone. So she started off towards the way she thought the clubhouse was at.

Eventually she found it. All the young Lost Boys, Micheal, Erik, and Erin, asleep in their beds and John, Tootles, Nibbs, Curly and Slightly sat around a table playing a card game. Meg looked over at the boys, everyone except John asked her to come and join them. She sat down, and John got up and moved to his bed.

"Hold on a sec boys." She said. She got up and she went over to John who had picked up his silk top hat and was rubbing his fingers around the rim. "John, I'd like to talk to you."

"You nearly killed my sister today, I have nothing to say to you."

"John, she attacked me. Just hear me out, if you want you can never speak to me again after I'm through talking, just listen to what I have to say." Meg pleaded. John looked at her expectantly. "Whatever's between me and Wendy, is between me and Wendy. I honestly came back with the hopes that her and I could be friends, but she doesn't seem to want that. I am in no way trying to take her place; I just wanted to have fun. She was the one that drew the first sword not me. I don't like being called a pirate... I have a personal thing against them and the fact that she called me that cut me deeper than anyone could imagine. I'm sure she's a wonderful person when she's not being mindless, this I know because Peter loves her so much, but the thing is, I'm not that bad either. I never did anything to Wendy to make her hate me, I just showed up. Just trust me when I say that I don't want any trouble. Me and Wendy have our own problems, but I'm going to try and look past them, I'm not saying we're going to be friends, but I'm going to be civil to her, but I'd like to be friends with you; If you can't, because you're her brother I understand, but I'd just like for you to give me a chance. Now, in the morning I'd like you to pass that on to Michael and for now, I'd like to play some cards. You up for it?"

John looked at her, then to the table and then returned his gaze to her again. "I guess so." He said as he stood. Meg smiled at her accomplishment and headed back to the table behind John.

They all played a game of poker and then when the boys started to fall asleep they went to bed. Meg stayed up a little longer. She drew in her sketchpad for a while, trying to remember what her family looked like. Then when she was digging through her bag for another pencil, she pulled out a picture instead. Her mother, father, and two sisters stared back at her. She stroked their faces with her fingers gently and then put the picture in between to pieces of wood that hung above her ledge bed. She stared at them for a little while then went to sleep.