A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long. It was a very hard chapter to write and I had a lot of things to fix up. But I'll be updating a lot in the next week or so to make up for the time I will most definitely loose during the holidays! Okay, you have to forgive me for everything to come in the chapter. The writing's pretty poor, I know that, and a couple of things don't really make sense, so I'm really sorry. I also found it hard to describe a couple of things, and I of course used ideas from the book, BUT DON'T SUE COZ I DON'T OWN. Sorry again of this doesn't make any sense, and please R&R even if you don't like it because I need to know!

Cam- Peters Story

Once we finally get Em in the nursery Peter whisks me away to Kensington garden. We don't talk on the short drive there. He keeps looking at me, giving quick glances, as though making sure that I'm still there. His hands have gone white on the steering wheel, his face is blank and looks anxious.

'We have to talk,' he says as we arrive. I open my mouth to reply, but seeing me do so, he cuts me off.

'No Cam, I need to talk. Please don't interrupt me, and don't judge me until I'm finished.' I close my mouth, Peter's never sounded like this before. Not even when I got lost in the shopping centre and he had to come and find me. Because of this, I have an inkling that whatever he's going to tell me will take a while. I nod to him and he starts. I let the words wash over me, so that I can absorb them, and understand them completely.

'On the day that I was born, I ran away. It was because I heard my mother and father talking of what I was to be when I became a man. I didn't ever want to be a man. I wanted always to be a boy and to have fun. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long time with the fairies.' I try to imagine it, but it's too hard. My brain doesn't want to comprehend, but I try to anyway.

'But fairies aren't re-' he cuts me of by clamping a hand over my mouth.

'Don't say that, every time a child says ' I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that drops down dead,' he basically hisses at me. I'm starting to think he's a little mad, but he sounds like a little boy, and out of curiosity I let him continue.

'You see Cam, this may come as a shock, but long ago, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. So there should be a fairy for every boy and girl. But of course there isn't, because babies are too smart for their own good, and don't believe in fairies.'

That is enough for me to try to get in one glob. I hold up my hand and put the other to my temples. I rub them as though trying to get the information stuck in there.

'So if you spent so much time with the fairies, did that mean that you had a fairy?' I ask.

'Well, you see she wasn't meant to be my fairy or anything, she a lady, and men don't get lady fairies, but she was said to be mine anyway,' he said with a laugh tickling his voice, 'Her name was Tinkerbell.'

'And then the fairies took me off to Neverland, where I lived with the lost boys, and I was their captain.' He sees my confused face, and goes on to answer my question with out my asking it.

'The lost boys are the children who fall out of their prams when there nurses aren't looking, and if they are not claimed in seven days they are sent off to Neverland! But of course there are no girls, girls are too clever to fall out of there prams.' He even answers my next question, and as he says Neverland for the second time, I can feel something stir in my memory. And I can see a beautiful world, and I know that it is the place that I dreamed of as a boy, and that Peter was the captain of.

'First star to the right and straight on till morning,' he tells me, laughing. He explains Neverland in great detail, and that's when I really get interested. He describes the world I loved as a boy, the wondrous Neverland that was my home at sleep. Peter laughs at my face and we sit down on a park bench.

'There were the Indians, they were amazing. And Tiger Lilly, she was the princess, and acted no less. Then the lost boys,' he sighs, 'Then there were the mermaids. They were beautiful creatures…' and off he went explaining his adventures and the creatures that lived there. He told me of the fairies, described each of the Lost Boys in turn, starting with Tootles and ending with the twins.

Finally he told me about his archenemy, Hook. His face darkened as he told me. 'He was captain of the pirates in the Jolly Roger. They lived on that boat, and ever since I threw his hand to the crocodile, he swore to kill me.' He laughs a little.

'I made that crocodile haunt Hook. It ate a clock, so each time Hook heard the tick of any clock, he got scared. He had piecing blue eyes, that turn red, as he is about to kill.'

But then he stops and smiles to himself.

'I stayed in Neverland for years and years, and didn't grow a day older there. Neverland reacted to my feelings, and since I was always happy, Neverland was always beautiful. I went to England often to see what was happening. And one day, when I was in England, I heard a story being told by a wonderful little girl, around my age. She was acting it out to her two younger brothers, so I stopped by the window and heard the story. I came back for days and days, and one day, I was caught by Mrs Darling. She screamed and Nana, their dog used as a Nanny, caught my shadow, but I of course managed to get out.'

And so then he told me of how, after coming back to receive his shadow, he convinced Wendy to come with him. They had great adventures together, including some funny ones about John and Michael, Wendy's brothers. Finally he came to the end of Wendy and when he last said goodbye saying that he'd be back for spring cleaning, but he forgot and never returned.

'Now this is the hard part. I realised a couple, of… oh I don't know, maybe it was years,' he said to himself. 'Yes, well years later I found that I missed Wendy, and that I may even love her. And that was a big thing for Peter Pan, I had no feelings, and there I was finding that I had let go of the one girl I had ever truly loved. So I went rushing off to England, and forgot Tink in my hast, and that was unfortunately the last I saw of her.'

He then went on to tell me about searching for Wendy, but finding her already married. In pain he didn't want to return to Neverland, and he had already aged, so he adopted some children from the orphanage. They were five boys, my father was one.

'So that's what happened?'

'Yes that's what happened.'

'Does dad know?'

'No, only two people know, you and me.'

I sigh, but then it suddenly clicks.

'What was Wendy's last name?'

He looks at me with a weird look in his eye.

'Darling.'

'Em looks like her, doesn't she?' I ask.

'Oh, so much.' We both look into the distance. I try to get my head around everything that he has told me. I want to believe it, and in a way, I can believe it.

'Why did you tell me that?' I ask. I don't really know whether I should believe him. I want to, but to believe him, means that I have to do a whole lot of unlearning. I get the feeling that my head is just going around inn circles. It pulls to a stop as Peter explains himself.

'Because, I remember once something Tink told me. When a person dies sometimes, they don't want to go, because they think that they have so much to live for. People they want to meet, and people that they don't want to let go,' he says looking at me, to make sure that I'm following him. I nod and he continues, but I can feel anger and disappointment building in me.

'Sometimes the people pass memories onto people that they want connections with, and they come in the form of headaches.' I nod again. I think I know where he's heading, but I can't be to sure.

'So what has this got to do with me?' I ask, not wanting to seem stupid, but feeling it anyway.

'I think that Wendy wants that connection with Em,' he says, 'that's why she's getting these headaches.'

I stand up suddenly. I don't know what to think. The more I think about it, the more this all sounds like a whole lot of crap.

'You know sometimes Peter, I find that you are the only person who takes me seriously. But then you go and act like I'm a small child, telling me stupid stories that aren't even real.' I walk of fuming. I hate to turn my back to him, he's the only person I respect properly, but at the moment I'm finding that hard enough. I hate how nobody gets me. Everyone wants me to go off and be like dad, but I just want to be a writer, or do something with sport, something completely different. I never asked for my life to be planned out already.

'Ask her what she dreamt while she was unconscious,' he calls after me, 'and if she describes Neverland, then you'll know.'

Her face haunts me as I start the heavy trek back home. I've never walked home from here before, but I've never had Em's pail face covering my eyes either. I just can't shake her limp body from my head. Pale and lifeless. It gave me a heart attack as I walked to the hallway and saw her collapse onto the front doorstep.

The weather seems to be playing tricks. When you want it to be sunny and happy, it goes and rains on you. But when you want it to be cold and miserable like you, it goes and shines down on you. The sun beats down on my back and I silently curse it.

But all too soon I'm back at the doorstep, and I manage to walk into the nursery just as Em wakes up.

A/N: this is just a little note to say thankyou to all my reviewers, Leigh A. Sumpter, Auriela, Slightly, tinkerflyinbell1, and Aria Elessar! Thanks a lot you guys, I'm finally up to 20 reviews!