"Peter! Jessica! We got crab!" Fish ran yelling, excited because he knew Peter would be proud of their hard work. Skip and Benny ran behind Fish, side by side, both smiling. Peter and Jessica quickly parted, hands behind their backs, both feeling anxious and skittish about what almost had taken place. Benny ran towards Jessica with his tiny arms outstretched and leapt into her when she bent down to scoop him up. Jessica laughed and twirled, hugging the small boy in her arms.

Peter smirked at their play and the affection that Jess gave off for the little runt, and went over to see what the boys had caught.

"I take it you missed me, little fishermen?" She kissed Benny on the head and shifted him to her hip. "What did you guys catch? The bag looks almost full!" She walked over to where Peter stood and both looked into the bag that both lost boys held open. Three crabs and two salt water Never salmon, still flopping around. Jessica and Benny clapped their hands, and Peter crowed with pride in his lost boys. He had taught them well!

"Good work boys, now let's get them cookin'!" Peter ushered them on, and waited until Jessica got in before entering the home himself. Fish started a fire, and grabbed a kettle Wendy used to use. Jessica smiled as she prepared the fish, chopping off the head and ripping out the tailbone without grimacing. Peter was proud of this. Jess was tough, and could handle herself. Why shouldn't she stay? She was perfect for Never land.

Jessica hummed to herself as she took out a skillet and flipped the two fish onto the surface, sprinkling some salt, pepper, and lemon juice she had retrieved from her bag. This was perfect. She smiled at the sight of the four boys, including Peter, licking their lips in anticipation. They knew girls could cook, and cook very well indeed. She plopped the two Never crabs in the kettle filled with water, and sprinkled salt into the mix. After the crab and fish were done, she retrieved plates from a pantry, grabbed a jug of water and some random vegetables, and displayed the scrumptious meal on the table before the famished lost boys and their leader.

"It looks wonderful Jessica!" Peter smiled at Jessica, as she blushed from the compliments that greeted her as she put some of everything on everyone's plate. "It really is wonderful, Mother! Better than Mother WenFish clamped a hand over Skip's mouth as Peter looked gravely at the lost boy, causing him to look at his plate in shame. Jessica bit her lip, nervous at Peter's reaction, wondering if he'd overreact or not. He did. He slammed the table and left without dinner, retreating to his room silently. Tink greeted him there sleepily, hiccupping a few times before passing out drunk in his palm. Peter shook his head. "Fairies…humph." He placed her in her nest, and crept into bed, hands behind his head. He thought of Wendy often, sure. But he hated it when others spoke of him without asking first. Plus, he made a fool of himself in front of Jessica! What would she think of him now? 'A little boy, with no feelings nor knowledge of grown up things. She will desert me like Wendy…girls!' Peter bit his lip to keep it from trembling, but could no longer hold back a couple tears that leaked from the corners of his eyes.

"It's alright Skip, you hit a soft spot is all. He won't be mad at you, don't worry, you didn't know." Jess comforted the frightened boy that had blabbed at dinner in his bed. She tucked him in and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and did the same for Fish and Benny, having already tucked Fish in and rocked Benny. "Sweet dreams, my little ones." Jessica smiled affectionately. The day was almost over, and already they were growing on her. 'Children do that,' she thought to herself. She extinguished the fire in the kitchen and grabbed a slice of watermelon and some grapes for Peter as she crept to his room.

A few candles were still lit, and Tinkhad awoken and left in direction towards another celebration. Jessica peeked through a crack in the doorway, and saw Peter wiping his eyes, sniffling. Jessica's heart ached and her eyes glazed over in sorrow for the boy. She stepped into the room, a soft sad smile on her face. Peter cleared his throat and straightening up, said defiantly, "I was NOT crying, Jessica." Jessica shook her head, "I didn't say a word, Peter. But you know, it's ok if you're sad." Peter looked disgusted. "I am not sad, never say that again!" Jessica bit her lip, trying to hide the frown that grew on her face. "I was just bringing you a little food, you must be hungry Peter, I'm sorry for disturbing you…" Her lip trembled at the thought of Peter being cross with her, though it was in his nature she didn't like it at all. Peter noticed a tear streaming down her cheek and mentally cursed himself for being an idiot.

"Well…goodnight, Peter Pan." Fighting tears, Jessica curtsied, her head down. She knew Never land and Peter were too good to be true. Peter wanted to apologize, and wipe her tears away, but his boyish pride still got in the way, though he had undoubtedly grown a bit. Jessica straightened, and stiffly exited the room. Once the door closed, Peter fell into his bed and slapped his forehead in angst.

"I will never learn, will I? Just shut your mouth next time, Peter Pan!" He rubbed his eyes and stared at the ceiling, wondering what to do to make it up to her.

Meanwhile, Jessica lay on her bed, shaking the bed with her sobs. At first, she was drowning in misery, giving up hope in happiness, then she was soaring with a beautiful boy who gave her heaven, and now, here she was, at square one. She should've known, whether it be on earth or on paradise, she was cursed with misery. She refused to let it get to her. She would fight it. Forget Peter Pan and his utopia of faeries and mermaids!

"Forget Peter pan and his utopia of faeries and mermaids!" Jessica whispered triumphantly to herself as she shoved everything back into her bag. She was leaving, now or never. Slipping on her sandals, she crept out of her room and down to the lost boys' rooms, where Benny slept. She kissed him softly on the cheek and as silent as a mouse, tiptoed out and into the dense forest, smiling timidly at her new freedom.