Authors Note- Well here it is! My very first Peter Pan fanfic! I hope you guys all like it. The first chapter here might not seem very entertaining, but I assure you that its going to have a lot more action and a lot more Peter angst, and definitely some Peter/Wendy at some point also. This fic is different. I wanted to feature the lost boys more, but at the same time, still have just as much of Peter and Wendy and the regular characters. Hope you enjoy. Be prepared, I haven't seen torture like this in any Peter Pan fic yet!

P.S. Everyone needs to go see the movie if they haven't already! Jeremy is amazing! (not to mention gorgeous!) Oh yea! This fic is loosely based off the 2003 movie, so think of the characters that way. Jeremy Sumpter, Jason Isaacs, Rachel Hurd-Wood and *drum roll* Harry Eden as Nibbs! Ok now go read. I have talked enough! MLA!


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He walked cautiously though the trees. They seemed so different at night. The forest was eerie, and deathly still. The trees were thick. During the day they made for great hiding places while playing hide and seek with the lost boys. But at night, he realized, his own fun and games turned on him. They proved great places for all manner of beastly things to hide in the night. His arms shook, trembling. All senses had betrayed him, and his imagination had taken over. Shadows loomed and lurked in the corners of his vision. The trees seemed to jump at him, reaching for him.

A snap. What was that!? His head turned sharply to the left. More shadows moved. Another snap. His head turned towards his right. The shadows danced almost tauntingly. Something made a noise behind him, and his courage failed. He ran, his weapon falling from nerveless fingers. The tree branches whipped at his face, and scratched ceaselessly at his skin, in an effort to hinder his escape, but he continued to run. The noises followed, echoing his every footstep.

The trees all seemed the same. He had only one direction to run, and he hoped that soon the golden warmth of his tree, his home, would peak through the darkness.

More noises, they were gaining on him. The trees rustled behind him, and his heart leapt into his throat. Something grabbed at his arm. He managed a quick cry.

Pain blossomed through his skull.

The darkness reached towards him unhindered.

And he knew no more.


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"Oh Peter, shouldn't Nibbs have returned by now?" Wendy asked, turning worriedly to Peter from her place of vigil at the window. The lost boys, John, and Michael all turned to Peter sitting in his chair. Peter fingered his knife idlely.

"Wendy it hasn't been that long. Plus, it's dark out, which makes it harder to see where you are going." He answered in a nonchalant manner. Wendy's eyes widened.

"Are you telling me that he might be lost!? Out there!?" she gasped. Peter sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes, placing his knife back in its sheath.

"What I am saying is that he will come back. Stop worrying yourself to death and asking every few minutes. Its late, why don't you all get some sleep. Nibbs will be here in the morning when you wake up."

Wendy turned back to the window.

"It was wrong for you to send him out there Peter." She whispered darkly.

"He needs to face this fear Wendy. I am rather tired of it all. None of the rest of us are afraid of the dark. He needs to see that there is nothing to worry about. It needed to be done."

Wendy did not turn. She sighed quietly and solemnly laid down in bed. She did not acknowledge the others, just pulled the blanket up to her chin, and turned her back to them. Peter stared at her back for a few moments, before ushering the other to bed. They obeyed quietly. Curly glanced at the door, silently wishing for it to open, and see his best friend, his brother step in with that trademark smirk upon his face. But such was not so. His sigh echoed Wendy's, before he too drifted off to sleep.

Peter never went to bed before the lost boys. He remained motionless in his chair, silently waiting for Nibbs to return. The candles flickered, and soon the shadows of reality blurred with the illusions of his dreams.


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They were all flying over Mermaid Lagoon. Once a week Peter allowed the lost boys to fly with him and Tink. They all enjoyed it immensely. What followed was a tour of Neverland from the air. He turned his head. Nibbs, as always, was by his side. He looked at Curly, a sad smile upon his face. Curly opened his mouth to speak. Nibbs glanced down below them, then back to Curly. The smile, the sad smile returned. Curly watched in shock as Nibbs closed his eyes and fell silently from the air. He screamed, reaching out but was unable to grasp him in time. He tried, but all he could do was watch his friend fall. He saw Hook's ship come into view underneath them. He saw Nibbs falling in slow motion, towards that fateful deck.

"Nibbs!" Curly screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed, and narrowly missing the low ceiling. The others were jerked awake by his cry. Wendy was the first to reach Curly, taking him in her arms, soothing him. Curly clutched desperately to her, whispering Nibbs' name repeatedly. Slightly looked around for Nibbs, but he was not there. He turned back.

"Peter, where is Nibbs?" he asked cautiously.

"He...fell!" Curly gasped out before Peter could answer. They all looked at him incredulously, but Curly had his eyes shut and his face half buried in Wendy's arm. When his shaking had ceased Peter cautiously asked him what happened. Worry already etched into his heart quickly changed to anziety as Curly related his dream.

There was a shocked silence followed by a frenzy to gather weapons when Curly finished. Peter refused to believe that what he had heard was true. Nibbs had just gotten lost that's all. They would search and find him sleeping under some tree. Yes that's it, sleeping.

Each went in groups of two, quickly scouring the forest. Curly paired with the twins, John and Michael, Slightly and Tootles, Peter and Wendy. Silence reigned as they searched desperately for the literally "lost" boy. Peter felt the heaviness of guilt descend upon his heart. Only good graces allowed him to fly and scour from the treetops. A choked cry interrupted their searching, and they ran to Curly and the twins. Curly knelt on the forest floor, staring shocked at something in his hands, while the twins watched.

It was Nibbs' bow. Slightly and Tootles entered the scene from a little further down, each carrying a couple of arrows. The twins glanced up at Peter.

"What have you done?" They whispered quietly in unison. Everyone glanced at Peter with different emotions upon their faces. Expectations, and anger, some sad, others just horrified. His eyes wide, Peter fought to respond, but was interrupted suddenly and painfully.


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Well there it is! The first chapter! I hope you all liked it! I will be back soon with the next chapter I promise! These next ones are where it gets better! Please review, I don't usually get many. So even if you want to flame you can I don't mind. MLA everyone!

Shauna