Chapter Two : Peter's Return

As Jane slept cozily back in her own bed of her own room in london, peter was now halfway back to his home in Neverland with tinkerbell flying wildly in loops around his legs and through his arms, excitement running through her tiny body. As peter flew, heattempted catching her with one of his hands but it appeared to be too difficult as she was faster then a fire fly. "hold on tink!" he yelled over the thrashing of waves underneath them. "we're almost there!" finally, after an hour of never ending travel, the shoreline to neverland unfurled infront of them, welcoming them with opening waves instead of arms.

"it feels great to be back home,"

Peter thought to himself happily as he plotted his landing spot somewhere on the shoreline. When he was ready, he lost altitude in the air, and dropped down back to solid ground, now standing on warm sand with high waves of the ocean crashing over rocks behind him. Tinkerbell fluttered around his head with unremitting excitement. Peter felt too worn to fly through the forest to discover where the lost boys were hiding, so he decided to trekk through the under brush this time to find them all. He withdrew his miniature knife from his pocket as he entered the forest, a look of seriousness and protection sweeping over his face. He was on alert now. Because he, was peter pan. His job was not only to have fun and never grow up, but to keep everything out of harm's way. The underbrush crunched lightly under his tan feet as he made his way through all the thick shrubbery swiveling his head for any signs of small children playing or shouting somewhere. Nothing. Peter pushed on, hacking away at the rest of the plants hitting his forhead with his knife with tink trailing behind him, now tired from acting energized. All she wanted was a nice nap and a sip of water. He began to feel a hint of frustration edging up his spine as he called out over and over again all of the names of the lost boys.

"tootles! Nibs! Slightly where are you?"

he cried out into the trees, but still heard not a single peep from any. What where they all up to? Suddenly, as he stepped an inch forward with both his hands hoisted up at shoulder level for protection, he felt a thick rope jab at his feet and wrapping them tightly into a bundle. Then, before he even knew what was going on, he found himself looking down at the ground, his twomuscular arms now dangling in thin air. A knot of voices nearby were laughing hysterically at him, hooting

"we got em boys! We got em!"

peter rolled his eyes. The lost boys caught him in a trap!

Then, from each and every direction came the whole lot; first slightly, then tootles, followed by nibs, curly, and the twins.

"great job boys.. Now would you mind getting me out of this little trap of yours before ill have to cut myself out with my knife!" nibs already got on it.

"sure thing mate!"

he said through fits of laughter, watching peterfor a hint of a smile on his face.All peter could do was roll his eyes, annoyed.

The two twins already began asking floods of questions about Jane; if she was allright, if she missed them, if she wanted to come back to Neverland to be their mother again.

Peter flinched slightly hearing Jane's name. They were all missing her allready,wanting her to return for more adventures. "I'm sure she's fine back where she belongs," peter told them all, as he eased out of the rope on the ground,brushing himself off.The lost boys all stared at him with melancholy flashing in their eyes. They missed their mother. They wanted her to come back. Sometimes they even wished if they too, could go to wherever Jane and Wendy lived, so they could grow up and have a mother of their own. Maybe even get a hidden kiss too.But peter would not hear of it. He knew why he was there, in Neverland. He wished to always be a boy, and to have fun. Not to grow up and become a grotesque, richety oldman. Old men were scrawny, ugly, and fat, he thought. He wished to look youthful forever. He could never imagine growing to loose his wave of blonde slightly spiked hair one day.