"Peter Pan. Peter FLIPPING Pan! How I hate that name." The words came from the lips of young man with light reddish brown hair as he sat, green eyes turned to the moons, in the branches of an old oak. "Why couldn't I have been a NORMAL person."

A chime echoed from the small golden light at his side. The boy turned his fierce green eyes onto it. "Shut up, Tink." He growled. "I don't need a pep-talk from someone the size of my thumb."

The light changed to red and flew off, chiming away about stupid boys and no respect. The boy sighed and turned back to the blue and silver moons, thinking over his past.

In the middle of the night

I go walking in my sleep

From the mountains of faith

To the river so deep

I must be looking for something

Something sacred I lost

But the river is wide

And it's too hard to cross

Slowly, the boy stood from his reverie and made his way down the hillside and through the trees, stopping only when he reached a small lagoon in which he found a group of mermaids tittering quietly to themselves.

"Shh!" Whispered a petite blond. "It's Peter!"

The others turned and another blond waved before splashing towards him. "Good evening, Peter! What are you doing out so late?"

The green-eyed young man forced a smile. "Couldn't sleep is all. The lost boys snore."

The fish-tailed women giggled happily at this bit of, as they saw it, gossip. "Really Peter! Oh, that's funny!"

Peter Pan smirked. "Yeah. I suppose it is." The girls began tittering again and begging him to go for a swim. "Sorry, ladies." He answered. "But I'm afraid I've got to be getting back."

"But, Peter!" A lovely redhead argued. "You NEVER come to visit anymore!"

Peter smiled. "I'll come tomorrow then!"

The girls seemed content with this answer and bid him goodnight as he turned and made his way towards the trees.

And even though I know the river is wide

I walk down every evening and stand on the shore

I try to cross to the opposite side

So I can finally find what I've been looking for

He stepped into a small clearing and sat down on the cold, dewey ground, pulling a small pan flute from around his neck. With a sigh the boy lifted it to his lips and began to play.

In the middle of the night

I go walking in my sleep

Through the valley of fear

To a river so deep

I'm a searcher for something

Taken out of my soul

Something I'd never lose

Something somebody stole

'What's wrong with me!' He yelled silently as he continued to play. 'I've never cared about adult stuff before! Why should I now!'

I don't know why I go walking at night

But now I'm tired and I don't wanna walk anymore

Hope it doesn't take the rest of my life

Until I find what it is I've been looking for

His stopped his music suddenly and threw the tiny instrument away from him, burying his face in his hands. "I don't WANT to grow up." He muttered. "So why am I feeling this way?"

In the middle of the night

I go walking in my sleep

Through the jungle of doubt

To the river so deep

I know I'm searching for something

Something so undefined

That it can only be seen

By the eyes of the blind

In the middle of the night

If the boy had looked up at that moment, he would have seen a trio of fairies watching him, curiosity, longing, and understanding revealed by each of their eyes. But he didn't and the three tiny lights flitted quickly away before he could do so.

I'm not sure about a life after this

God knows I've never been a spiritual man

Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river

That is running to the promised land

One of the lights, a little blue one, let out a single chime. The golden one responded and flitted away. The final one, a pretty green, turned to the blue. "It's a real shame." She chimed.

The blue nodded. "Poor, poor Peter." It chimed sadly. "I wish there was SOMETHING we could do."

The green flared brightly for a moment. "Maybe there IS!" She rang. "We could find a new mother for the lost boys! He was always happy with a mother!"

The blue giggled. "Good idea! Let's tell Tinkerbelle!"

With that, the tiny wisps vanished in the direction their companion had gone.

In the middle of the night

I go walking in my sleep

Though the desert of truth

To the river so deep

We all end in the ocean

We all start in the streams

We're all carried along

By the river of dreams

In the middle of the night

Back in that same little clearing, the green-eyed boy raised his head to show tears running down his cheeks. He ran a hand trough his hair with a shaky sigh and stood to gather his flute from the edge of the forest before turning to head back to the tree house where he lived with his friends.

The song I used is called River of Dreams and it's by Billy Joel. If you want me to continue this fic, Send me a review that says so. Other wise it'll stay like it is…