Peter, Jasmine, The Lost Boys, and Tink all flew back to the hide out in a cheery mood. Jasmine was still getting over the drama of Captain Hook's ship. She would never, never join that crew in her life.
"Peter. While I was on that ship, Captain Hook made me almost become a pirate! And worse, my induction would have been to cut you! Isn't that horrible?" Peter looked at her plainly.
"I'm used to it. Every time a new pirate was inducted into Captain Hook's crew, I got cut somewhere." She then noticed all the scars Peter had. One on his chest, three on his right arm, two on his left, 4 on his right leg, and several on his left. Poor Peter.
"Peter, I'm dreadfully sorry. I had no idea the pain you went through." Jasmine said sympathetically.
"It's OK Jasmine." As they entered the hideout, the first thing they noticed...it was a wreck.
"Oh my God, Peter. Somebody has broken in!" Peter just shook his head and walked over to the table with a knocked over crocodile clock, a couple of wilted flowers, and water all over.
"Well boys, don't just stand there, clean this up!" The Lost Boys rushed over and began picking up trash, cleaning the water, and putting things in their rightful spots. Jasmine floated into the bedroom, and picked up her suitcase.
"Need more aspirin?" Peter asked. Jasmine looked at him bluntly.
"Peter, I think it's time for me to return home. I can't take being captured by pirates. Once in a lifetime is good enough for me. Maybe I should return home to my good old bed, fall asleep..." Peter looked stunned. She had had such a good time, hadn't she?
"WHAT? Jasmine, you can't! We don't want you to leave!"
"But Peter, I almost got killed! I can't take that risk every day! Just take my things and let me at least see my family again." Peter walked out of the room, stopping at the door. He turned his head towards her.
"You know what. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Jasmine Daught isn't a risk taker. You are more unlike Wendy than I thought." Jasmine sat on the bed. She put her hands in her knees. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want to leave here. She got up and flew outside. She found a small house that was built of leaves, twigs, tree bark, vines, and many other substances. She remembered now...it was the house the Lost Boys built for Wendy when she had first came to Neverland. Jasmine flew inside, and cried herself to sleep.
IN THE TREEHOUSE:
Peter walked back in the room to find that Jasmine had gone. Her suitcase lay at the foot of the bed. He frantically searched for her. 'Oh Lord. Did Hook take her again? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...' "TINK!" Peter shouted with worry in his voice. Tink zoomed in.
"Tink, Jasmine's missing! Get the Lost Boys. I want an all front search of Neverland. Hurry!" Tink flew out with a worried look on her tiny face. Peter heard the Lost Boys scurry outside. Peter held the kiss that dangled from his neck.
"Don't worry Jasmine, we'll find you..." he looked down at his feet, "that is...if you want to be found." He sighed and flew out of sight to find the new one who kiss belonged to.
A/N: I know its short, but I didn't have many ideas the time! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! I only have 1 reviewer.
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