A/N: Here's the next chapter, in time for Christmas, or if you don't celebrate Christmas, the New Year! My new years resolution will be to try to update more often, so yay! Enjoy this next chapter and r&r!

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan, or Batman either

Julie awoke to see fresh green leaves all around her. She yawned and stretched her arms and reached out a hand for the glass of water that she usually kept on her nightstand, only to come back empty. At that, Julie awoke, fully aware to her surroundings. It was nighttime, and she felt moist leaves under her skin, for she was in a forest of some sort. All was dark except for some lights shining eerily out of nearby bushes. She became deathly silent in terror. "Where am I?" she whispered under her breath, almost expecting an answer.

When none came, she stood up and noticed the figure lying peacefully in a hammock tied sloppily between two trees. Snapping a twig off of an overhead branch, she held it high above her head, as a source of weaponry. Creeping silently over, she was surprised to see that it was a boy. "The same boy as last night, Pan."

She poked the boy cautiously with the stick. "Wake up, please? Wake up…now!" she said, her voice becoming louder with each word. The boy remained asleep. Julie, being horribly annoyed, flipped the boy upright and shouted in his ear, "Wake up you idiot, you sleep when I tell you to sleep!" Julie smiled. Politeness never helped her in the past, why would it benefit her now?

Peter yawned and woke up blinking. "Huh?" he mumbled mid-yawn.

"It's me, Julie, the girl you kidnapped last night," Julie said, her temper flaring.

"Kidnapped? You agreed to come!" Peter protested and jumped out of his hammock and grabbed Julie by the arm. "Come, it's about time you went to the tree house, you've been sleeping so long!"

"But I woke you up—" Julie said as Peter took a small bag out of his pocket.

"Here," Peter said as he sprinkled a handful of the sparkling contents of the bag on Julie's head, "Pixie dust, for flying."

Julie sneezed and turned to Peter. "You could've warned me first! I think I'm allergic to that junk!" She gave Peter a questioning look. "Why don't you have a real fairy so you can have, you know, real fairy dust?"

Peter grabbed Julie by the arm and began lifting off. "What are fairies?" he asked.

Julie floated up with him as she answered Peter, "You know, the little vain little creatures that look like small humans, only with wings and they don't talk?"

"Never heard of them."

"You never heard of fairies?" Julie became confused, "Don't you remember Cherry, or Sprinklefalls? Or Tinkerbell? Or Aura? Or Greencow?" Julie began naming all the fairies that she knew the name to from the old stories, and when she ran out, some she made up. "Or Batman? How about him?"

The two flew over the sparkling, beautiful, world of Neverland, but Julie failed to glance down at the marvelous view, as she was having too much thinking up fairy names, and watching Peter's clueless replies.

Peter and Julie finally touched down in a small clearing in the middle of a dense forest. The clearing was very large, but totally empty, with only a great oak tree in the middle and a fairy ring of mushrooms circling it.

Julie sat down breathless, her lips chapped from talking for so long while flying. "Got any water?" She asked Peter in a hoarse voice.

"Sure," said Peter as he held out a canteen made from large sun-dried elephant-ear plants.

Julie took the water and held it up to her lips, but before tipping its contents into her mouth, hesitated and stopped. "You drink it first."

"Why?"

"You might've poisoned it. Drink it, then I'll believe you."

"Fine then, I will Mrs. Scaredy-pants!" Peter said, taking the canteen from Julie's hand. His eyes twinkled and he chugged the whole thing down before Julie could stop him.

Julie smirked, "Well you had to have gotten that water from somewhere. I've just got to find that place myself!" Julie lifted gently from the ground.

"No! Don't!" Peter caught Julie by the wrist and tried to drag her back to the land. Julie opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when she saw the anxious, scared look in Peter's eyes. She slowly drifted back to Peter. "You mustn't ever go out there alone. There are dangerous things out there; they appeared just the other day, when I got you," Peter pleaded, and placed the canteen back in his pouch. "I'm sorry."

Julie stared at him silently. Sorry just wasn't a word she imagined this boy saying.

Peter's eyes brightened. "Come, there's more canteens in the tree house. I'll show you around there, then, if you want more water, we can go visit the mermaids! Or the old ship!"

Julie smiled, "Okay, I'll come, but only if we can go see those Indians my mom told me about too."

"What's a mom?"

"Sheesh, Peter, if only you remembered anything, then I wouldn't have to tell you," Julie said, and walked toward the tree house. She placed a hand on the tree and looked up into its branches, and noticed a few things in them that she didn't notice from far away, pulleys and hooks, and even a few socks! "But you don't remember, Peter, so I won't tell."

"Fine. They seem boring anyway."

Julie patted the tree. "So, how do you get in here, anyway? Secret button, trap door, magic password, what?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Hmph," Julie pouted, then remembering the stories her mother told her, let out a long caw.

The tree almost immediately seemed to become alive. Leaves rustled and voices of all sorts were heard amongst the tree, all of them saying the same thing, "Peter's back!"

Suddenly, a thump was heard in the tree, and a hidden door opened up, and five young boys rolled out, followed by a young girl.

"Sorry boys, but I'm afraid you were tricked by this smelly girl," Peter said pointing to Julie.

"I'm not smelly!"

"Julie," Peter announced, ignoring her last comment, "These are the lost boys of Neverland."

"What about her?" Julie asked, staring directly at the girl.

"She's a lost boy too, or a lost girl, whatever," Peter said as if it was of no importance. "Boys, introduce yourselves!"

The youngest boy went first, "I'm Chip!"

The rest of the boys followed his lead.

"I'm Burn," the next youngest said, his fiery red hair covered in leaves.

"I'm Joe," said the boy after Burn, the middle lost boy, wearing a thick hat over his head

"I'm Bark," the next boy announced, "And that's my twin," he pointed to the only boy who didn't say anything.

"I'm Mitt, and the girl next to me—she don't talk—is Feather," The last boy announced, his facial and dusty brown hair color the same as Bark's. Feather glanced shyly at Julie

"Well, it seems the lost boys are fond of one-syllable names, eh?" Julie whispered in Feather's ear.

"Well, Julie, welcome to Neverland!" Peter said as he bowed, the lost boys and Feather saluting behind him.

That's it! Isn't it wondee-ful? This is my holiday present to you. So be happy! Send a thank you card (aka review)! Heather, I did the "Greencow" thing just for you : )

Surfer-Gurl: Julie's real hair color is yellow blonde (like the fairies's!)

WickedFaith: Thanks so much! That's the most money I've ever had, now I'm rich