Disclaimer: This is my short and simple way that I am telling you that I am aware that I do not own Peter Pan, and am not trying to say I do. I on the other hand do own the plot.

Author's Note: This story is PG for romance. This story continues from the movie Peter Pan, released in 2003, but twists it so that Peter stayed with the Darlings and that September Peter and Wendy go to third form (that is the same thing as 8th grade in America). If you have read the book or seen the traditional movie, I will tell you now that if you have not seen the 2003 movie of Peter Pan, then you will understand this story but it will not have the same effect on you that I have designed it to.

Chapter One:

"Quiet down please children," Mrs. Hawthorn said, her voice shrill and high. "We have a new student this year who has never attended this school before." Mrs. Hawthorn motioned Peter to the front of the room, where he smiled broadly. "Now young man, tell us your name please," Mrs. Hawthorn sang.

"Peter," said Peter.

"Your full name young man," said Mrs. Hawthorn, her face expressionless.

 "Peter Pan," replied Peter knowingly.

"Now," said Mrs. Hawthorn, "I think we would all like to know where you live, your birthday, and your favorite activity."

 "I am without remembrance of my birthday," said Peter surprised at the class' shocked looks.

 Mrs. Hawthorn looked strangely at Peter, but then turned to the class and said in her

falsely calm tone, "Now, now class, everyone is different. Mrs. Hawthorn turned to Peter and said "Where do you live Mr. Peter?"

 "I live with the Darlings, and the lost boys," said Peter. Then Peter looked over at Wendy and she gave him an "I can't believe you said that" type of look.

 "Are you, Mr. Peter, a brother of Ms. Wendy then?" Asked Mrs. Hawthorn curiously.

"No," replied Peter.

"Cousin then?" said Mrs. Hawthorn as more of a statement then a question. Peter shook his head. "Relative?" Mrs. Hawthorn said determined to find the answer.

"No," said Peter. "I am related to the lost boys though. I am their father."

 Mrs. Hawthorn and the class looked horrified at Peter's last two remarks. "Please see me after class Mr. Peter," her tone showed shock and slight fear. Wendy gave Peter a harsh look, so Peter moved on. "My favorite activity is sword fights," Peter said jumping in to position. "Peter walked over to his book bag and pulled out Captain Hook's old sword.

Wendy was horrified but decided to

make the best of it and said, "Using Hook's old sword now Peter?"

 "Yup," said Peter. "Here's yours Wendy," he said chucking a heavy sword toward her. "En garde, Wendy," Peter said holding his sword toward her.

"Oh no Peter, not here," said Wendy.

"Codfish," said Peter holding the point of the sword at her Wendy's neck. Wendy could not resist.

"Don't fly," she mouthed to him. Then stood up and took a swing. Around and around the room they went taking playful, yet professional swings.

 "Children," Ms. Hawthorn squealed, "Head Master's office immediately."