Disclaimer: I do not own Peter, Molly or any other characters…they belong to Sir James Matthew Barrie, Dave Barry, and Ridley Pearson.

Peter and the Starcatchers

Chapter 1: Finding Molly

Peter was flying over houses and flats in London. He was searching for Molly's house. He didn't know how, but he knew where he was going.

At last he came to a brick house with a window just large enough for him to fly through, He hovered nest to it and peered inside. His lips broke into a grin as he saw Molly Sleeping soundly in her bed. Carefully he opened the window and stepped inside. Cautious not to wake her, he walked over to her bed.

He stood there for several minutes, admiring her beauty. He soon noticed she had grown slightly, but not much. Her face turned slowly toward him almost as if she knew he was there. He smiles and leaned down. Just barely brushing his lips to hers, he kissed her. Her eyes immediately popped open.

"Peter!" she gasped, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him. "I knew you would come."

"Yes," said Peter, "I have come."

"Oh I knew you would!" she cried, hugging him still. "Father said you wouldn't but I know you would! I knew it!"

Finally she let him go to reveal her beaming face. He laughed, but kept his arms around her back.

"Of course I would come back," he replied. "I said I would and I came none too late." He smiled at her.

"Of course you haven't come to late," she said placing her hands back on his tan shoulders.

"Molly," he whispered leaning closer so she could hear him.

"Yes?" she asked hiding a smile.

"Come away!" he said pulling her up and over to the window, "Come away to Neverland!"

"Neverland?" she said smiling, but clearly puzzled.

"Yes," he said, "the island I live at."

"You named it?" she asked half-laughing.

Peter frowned. "You don't like it?"

"Of course I like it!" she beamed.

He picked her up by her waist and spun her in circles. She giggled.

"How do we get there?"

"We fly of course!"

"Fly?!?!" she asked. Molly was stunned. How could we fly without starstuff?

"Yes," Peter replied. He whistled and in flew his tiny fairy that Molly's father has given him.

"Oh!" Molly cried in delight. "She's beautiful!" She followed the tiny ball of light with her head. "What's her name?"

"Tinkerbell." He smiled at her still confused face. "She talks in bell sounds that tinkle. It only fit."

"It does," she said paying no attention to him. This agitated him a bit and he regained her attention by snatching up Tinkerbell in his hand.

"She's covered in starstuff," he explained, " and it never runs out. It replenishes itself. So…"

He was cut off by Molly finishing his sentence, "she can make us fly!"

"Exactly," he said. Then he shook Tinkerbell, emptying a small amount onto his hand. He put his hand level with her face and blew the dust at her. She smiled at him and he smirked. He looked down and then up at her smiling.

She gasped. They were hovering a good three feet above the ground. He removed his hands from his hips and took hers. She grinned.

"Peter," she whispered.

"What?" he asked letting go of one of her hands and lying flat in the air. She did the same.

"Are we going now?" she asked. Then Peter pulled her through the window and they flew over houses and into space. Although she didn't notice Peter pulled her through a star. He landed on the wet sand by the lagoon where the water licked at his feet.

He felt Molly's arms wrap around his waist and her head rest on his chest as she looked jealously at a mermaid who just popped up. Peter put a hand around her back and one on her head.

"Hullo Teacher," he called to the mermaid.

The mermaid clicked her tongue at Peter and scowled at Molly. To aggravate her, Molly kissed the bottom of Peter's chin. He blushed and Teacher sprang from her rock and surfaced in the shallow water by the sand. She reached her webbed hand towards Peter's ankle and tugged on it, causing him to fall.

"Ow!" he yelled shoving Molly off him. Molly's face burned red and she stomped off, leaving him to stand there as Teacher flipped her tail and batted her eyes.

"Molly!" he shouted at her retreating back. He started at a run then came to his senses and flew after her. He saw a small figure running furiously away from him. Then as he hovered lower by her, he saw her trip.

"Molly!" he said and landed in front of her.

She lifted her face to look at him. She opened her mouth to scream something, but she couldn't get it out. Her face was covered in sand and he knelt beside her and pulled her top half into his lap. He began brushing the sand off her arms and face.

"What about Teacher?" she said bitterly.

"What about her?" Peter retorted.

This got Molly rather infuriated. She pushed her way off of him. Peter was quick. He grabbed her ankle causing her to lose her balance. As she startled to fall he flew up and over her head. He caught her in front by the middle and landed softly in the wet sand.

Molly hardly looked pleased. Her face looked angry and hard. Peter tilted his head sideways and quickly decided her didn't like this side of her. She didn't look soft or beautiful as she usually did. Her hands were on his shoulders to steady herself; she looked down.

"Molly," Peter whispered, tilting her head up with his hand.

She couldn't help it. She hugged him tightly and let the tears she had been holding in splash down her face. He could tell she was crying because most of her tears fell on his shoulder that her head was resting on. He felt awful, just standing there, holding her and saying nothing, but he didn't know what to do. He wasn't used to having pretty girls crying on his shoulder; in fact he didn't quite like it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said stepping back and wiping her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh nothing," she replied her face turning slightly pink.

"Do I look stupid?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Is this about Teacher?"

Molly scowled at the name giving Peter a clue. He sighed heavily.

"There's nothing between us," he explained, "and besides in reality she's a fish."

This made Molly blush deeper and give him a half smile. Peter laughed softly. He has sensed it before she has left and now he knew for certain that she had feelings for him. He returned her smile and stepped closer to her.

"Peter…" but she was cut off by Peter's lips touching her. "What are you doing?" she finished when they broke away.

"What does it look like?" he said. Peter had changed so much since he was able to fly at will. He became more cocky and cheerful; he was almost always smiling.

"Peter," she paused, "you're so…," another pause, "different."

He frowned. "How?"

"I don't know, you just…are."

"Is that bad," he questioned rather sharply.

"Of course not," Molly quickly answered putting on a smile.

"Good." And he too, smiled.

"What now?"

"I don't know."

"Aren't you going to show me around?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Yes…yes…of course," Peter choked, blushing from embarrassment.

Molly laughed and reached for his hand. He did the same and they flew off.

Hope you liked it! I had three more chapters coming so just be patient. Typing with a bad thumb isn't easy. I hope to have it all up by the end of the week! If you don't understand this you probably haven't read the book…which would help. Haha!