A/N: Hello guys! Sorry for the delay. It just took me so long to write this chapter in a way I liked so I really hope you like it and I won't waste you time anymore!

Disclaimer: All rights go to J.M Barrie. The only thing I own is the Headcanon of the places of the characters being altered and swapped.

~Ciara

Third Person P.O.V- Later that day.

Slightly had all the girls line up as she heard Peter moving within his little house that the girls had efficiently built around him.

She tapped her hands together quietly. "First impressions are very, very important." She informed the other girls, who were trying to make themselves look presentable. Curly combed her fingers through her namesake hair, the twins, who may have had names but it was pointless to call them by them as if would surely be calling the wrong one, were examining each other, Nibs and Tootles were messing around together still but Slightly sent them a warning look then saw the door creak open a small bit. She ran into the line eagerly and elbowed Nibs, who was still mucking about. "Here she is, look loveable!"

The girls widened their eyes innocently and plastered cute and hopeful smiles on.

Peter opened his door to find the Lost Girls, drawn up in posture

Slightly slowly stepped forward. "Peter Boy, for you we built this house, with a door knocker." She gestured to their creation and beamed proudly.

"And a chimney." Tootles added, for good measure, hoping that would turn the odds in their favour. Peter smiled at the girls, seeing how proud they were, but at the same time they were nervous, but he didn't understand why.

The other girls stepped forward, once again in line with Slightly, who turned her head and whispered, "One, two, three."

At the count of three, the girls dropped to their knees and cupped their right hand in the left, in a begging motion. They looked pleading. "Oh, please be our father!" They cried.

Peter was taken aback by the cry. "Oh! Well, it is frightfully fascinating," he smiled, somewhat recovering from his surprise, "but you see, I've had no real experience." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he admitted this.

The twin next to Tootles let her hands fall to the side and she pouted slightly as she peered at him curiously. "Do you tell stories?" She asked simply.

Peter grinned and nodded. "Oh, Yes. Most definitely!"

Curly beamed at him, and he saw that she had one of her front teeth missing, as she clapped excitedly. "Then you're perfect!"

Peter looked at the young girls looking hopeful and still-pleading and he sighed happily as he smiled wider. "Very well, I will do my best." He vowed to them.

The ecstatic response from the girls was almost immediate. "Hooray!" They cheered giddily.

Slightly bowed. "I am the Lost Girl Slightly, and I can't tell you how-" she was cut off swiftly by Nibs.

"-Hello, my name's Nibs." Suddenly she pulled on Peter's collar, bringing his face down to her level and she produce a blindfold from behind her and tied it around Peter's head, covering his eyes. "Sorry about the blindfold." She apologised.

"We must be cautious." Slightly informed him. "There are some nasty characters about." She scowled as she counted them in her head.

"If Hook discovers our hideout, he'll gut us." Nibs continued, gagging silently at the thought as she finished her knotting, which was impeccable.

"How dreadful!" Peter sympathised, adjusting to the loss of one of his senses.

"Oh, it ain't that bad!" Slightly grinned. "We live for it!"

Peter grew a tad bit confused at this and tried to question them as Nibs pushed him to the entrance. "But I-"

Nibs swiftly cut him off, not bothering to let him finish his talking. "Time to meet Mother, Father." She laughed cheerily and the other girls joined as they ran, jogged and skipped behind her.

"So looking forward to being your daughters!" The twins called out in an excited tone then proceeded to fall into a fit of giggles. Then they snapped their fingers in remembrance. "Oh yeah! We found your sister in the meadow. She got distracted and a Neverbird knocked into her and she fell. She's alright. Bit bruised but nowt major. Her nightie was torn and stained though, so we gave her some of our old clothes, from when we first came to Neverland!" They informed their father as the skipped behind him.

The Lost Girls entered as ungracefully as to be expected from girls without a proper upbringing, but they were happy and joyous so what did grace matter?

Nibs untied her knots and removed the cloth and Peter blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, getting used to the light. His first sight was Wendy, grinning and holding her arms out wide, gesturing to her home proudly, and Tink playing with some wooden blocks in the corner, her hair now in pigtails with string that she had tied one bell to on each string, she wore a dress fashion out of autumn leaves and grass, which ended mid-shin. She still had her socks on though, so that was good. She had tree sap in her hair and on her cheek, along with traces of mud and petals.

Wendy cleared her throat. "Welcome, Father!" her grin turned devious as she floated off the ground and turned to the girls, who were now accompanied by Tink too. "Discipline, that's what fathers believe in!" She warned them. She pursed her lips, trying to recall what she had gathered of fathers over time. She turned to Peter. "You must spank the children immediately before they try to kill you again!" She told him. "In fact, you should think to kill them!" The girls' eyes widen and they looked at Peter, warily, as they huddled together.

"Wendy! Mother!" Peter called out as Wendy jabbed at the girls jokingly. "I agree that they are perfectly horrid, but, although it's true a father disciplines, they do not kill the children!" Peter saw Wendy's mouth shape into a small 'o' as she took in the new information and he shrugged, smiling nonchalantly. "Besides, if youkill them and they shall think themselves... Important." He warned Wendy.

Nibs nodded eagerly in agreement and the others joined, including Tink. "Oh yes, very." She told Wendy with certainty.

"So important." Slightly joined in, looking repulsed.

Curly pulled a disgusted face. "And-and… Unique."

Peter smirked as Wendy floated to her crafted chair, much larger than the rest, showing her status as leader, deciding that he had to start being a father now, and so some form of discipline was required to show his authority. The girls noticed his smirk and watched him warily. "I suggest something far more dreadful. Medicine." This captured the girls, including Wendy's attention, especially as Tink retched at the thought of the vile concoction. "It's the most beastly, disgusting stuff. The sticky, sweet kind."

The girls gagged at the thought and huddled around Wendy's chair. "Oh Mother!" They cried, understanding from what little they remembered of mothers and fathers that mothers were always the ones in charge, but they allowed the father to believe he was the one who held that spot. "They Peter to kill us please, Mother, please!" Wendy simply smirked, a proud gleam in her eye as she watched Peter, sizing him up, as she had never encountered a boy not from Neverland's Indian tribes she liked, yet her, Michael and John were miraculous exceptions.

Peter stifled a laughed as saw Nibs and Curly protecting the twins by standing in front of them. "Okay then… Littlest first! Tink and Michael?" Tink shuffled forward, looking solemn, the bells in her hair made a much too happy jingle for the occasion. Peter frowned as he saw Michael didn't step forward. "Michael? John?" He looked around and gasped. "My brothers!" This provoked Tink to look around and the bells tinkled again as she jumped in horror of not seeing her brothers-especially her twin.

Now. Wendy could relatively easily remember girls, so she remembered Tink. Alas, she didn't have much fondness or tolerance of boys, so they could easily escape her mind unless she was with them continuously, or they had impacted on her in some way, which was hard to do and yet Peter had done it. John and Michael had yet to do this to her and thus that is reason Wendy pulled a confused expression and asked, "Who?"

Third Person P.O.V- With John and Michael

A aggravating ticking sound had been plaguing the boys for quite some time and now Michael was observing the source of the loud ticking, "It's louder from inside this rock," He delivered his findings to his brother, without the knowledge that what he was observing was in fact a crocodile, not a rock.

John hit the crocodile with a stick he had grabbed a while ago to help him guide through the lagoon they had landed in. "How very peculiar." He said, intrigued. All of a sudden the 'rock' shifted and turned around with lightning speed to face the two terrified. John gulped and took charge, taking a firm hold of his little brothers' wrist and yelling "Run!" and they took off.

The crocodile chased them into the jungle, where they were eventually snapped into the air by traps.

John's nightshirt had flipped up and now covered part of his face. "How humiliating." He grumble, frowning.

"John, there's something worser." Michael said, pointing towards the ground. When John looked down he saw a native pretty girl wearing face paint and traditional tribal attire around his age. John flushed deep red and tried to make himself look presentable in the presence of a lady.

Obviously the young girl didn't care for John trying to fix himself up, that only made his predicament even funnier. She looked up at them, very much amused by the situation, and openly laughed at their misfortunes. Then she heard footsteps and was about to run off, but first sent the boys a look and signal to stay absolutely quiet and still, but this cost her precious time and she could no longer escape.

Suddenly, a man dressed in red, with a Hook in place of his right hand and eyes as blue as the brightest forget-me-not appeared with other men, who age had been anything but kind to them. Captain Jameson Hook. He smiled charmingly, although a class dunce could have easily guessed he had devious intents. "Princess Tiger Lily." He greeted cheerily. "We search as ever for Peter Pan and his secret hideout. Luckily, two boys of his acquaintance were seen falling into this part of the jungle. Have you seen them?"

Tiger Lily cursed them in her mother tongue, a foreign language to the males surrounding her and above her, except Smee, who thought himself as quite the multi-lingual translator.

"She says sorry, but no." He informed his Captain.

Hook's charming smile turned into its true form, a devious and sadistic smirk. As his men held her from escaping, he traced his hook across her throat. "My hook thinks you have, Princess."

John grew furious at the sight of a gang of grown men treating a young lady in the manner they were. "I say, unhand that savage, you...you savage!" He called out and Tiger Lily groaned and rolled her eyes as Hook perked up slightly and turned his head upwards and saw the boys he was looking for in the form of a present, already tied up- I mean wrapped up- for him too!

With Peter and Wendy

Now, Mermaids are not as they are in storybooks. They are dark creatures, in touch with all things mysterious. If Hook had captured Wendy's brothers, the mermaids would know.

Wendy guided Peter and Tinker Belle to the edge over the water and knelt down on the rock, which they soon did after her.

The two Pannings gasped in delight as three mermaids swam towards them. Their skin was pale blue and wet, their fingers were webbed and their hair was in dreadlocks. Their eyes were such a dark blue they could easily be mistaken for black.

"Oh, how sweet!" Tink said, mesmerised.

Peter saw Wendy look at Annabelle with an expression showing immense doubt in Tink's statement, but at the same time she has a knowing look mixed in, meaning she hadn't told them something about them. "Are mermaids not sweet?" He asked.

Wendy snorted and smiled at them. "They'll sweetly drown you if you get too close." She told them in a butter-wouldn't-melt voice then took on a serious expression, meaning she was being serious.

The mermaids surfaced and communicated with Wendy in gurgles and hisses, but one of them held Peter in an alluring trance. He began to hold his hand out towards him.

Thankfully, Tink pulled his arm back, alerting Wendy, who snatched him back completely and hissed violently at the mermaid and glaring darkly at her.

She grabbed their arms and got them a safe distance from the mermaids.

She saw that Peter was still in a trance and sighed, she had forgotten that what sounded like repulsive gurgles and hisses and other sounds to a girl, sounded like harmonious singing to a boy. Mermaids in Neverland put up with girls and could be quite helpful, but never nice by any means, but reverted back to their rudimentary ways of old, when they lured male sailors to their deaths, whenever they encountered a male, which only happened when a one of the tribe's boys came to collect water, but they were given things to cover their ears to avoid listening to it so they had given up on them. So they were very pleased Peter had arrived. Their songs could work again and put a male in a trance.

Wendy walked purposely to the water and hissed and growled at the mermaids threateningly. Tink couldn't understand but the mermaids soon swam off hurriedly. Wendy cupped her hands and scooped water up and flew in front of Peter quickly. She chucked it his face and he sputtered, but his eyes were still cloudy. "Urgh!" She drew her hand back and smacked his cheek.

He blinked and his eyes widened. "Ow!" He exclaimed, soothing his red-marked cheek. "Why did you do that Wendy?"

"Peter!" Tink hugged his leg. "The meanie mean mermaids almost got you! Wendy saved you though!" Peter wiped as much water from his face as he could and smiled thankfully at Wendy, who shot him a small and quick smile back, before turning serious again.

"The Black Castle." Was all she said at first, but it was all she needed to make Tink shudder in fright, making her bells tinkle again. The stories Peter told of that place were terrifying and dreadful and he didn't tell them much because he was totally incapable of censoring, if you will, the scare factor of the more shady and shadowed places of Neverland and always got carried away with the darker details, as boys quite often do, and it gave her nightmares

Then she unsheathed her dagger and chucked it into the air as soon as the tip was unsheathed. It spun in the air six times up and six times down. When she caught it, her devious smile took its rightful place on her lips. "The Mermaids say that Hook has your brothers at the Black Castle."