Why, You're no Mother!

-Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan.

Stars twinkled above the orphanage, hardly visible through the dirty caged windows of Peter's room. One in particular caught the redhead's eye, 'Second to the right and straight on till morning, I could be out of here before that cursed Ms. Bates could even blink.' Peter shook his head. No, he had decided to stay for a while. The lost boys would understand, and if he somehow managed to bring back a few of the orphans, they'd be ecstatic. Nothing livened up the island more than a new fellow.

The sound of bells brought him away from the window, the source, a small glowing pixie that was fed up with the clouds of dust that stirred up every time she attempted to fly more than a few inches. "Hush Tink, the kids are sleeping." He paused for a moment while she interrupted with a few frustrated words, "I know, I know, you don't like it here, but we've got to help them…" He looked fondly towards the other six children that were asleep in their beds, covered with a scrap or two of fabric. Just as the pixie sprung up to chime into his ear exactly what she thought of his crackpot scheme, a quiet wail sounded from the bed closest to the crib in the corner of the room.

"Mommy no! Wait for me mommy! Dad said that this time you'd take us with you… Mum…" Jake's small voiced called into the night and he tossed and turned, messing his blond hair. After a moment or two, one of the other children haughtily tossed a pillow at him.

"Hush Jake, not tonight. You remember what Ms. Bates said about your crying in the middle of the night. Hush, You'll get us all in trouble," It was Colleen that calmed him down, and before long, the room was quiet again, the only sound was the slow inhale and exhale of breath. However, Jake's eyes were still wide awake.

Slowly, Peter approached him, "You okay?" He whispered. Jake only nodded. It was quiet for a while as Peter sat down at the foot of the youth's bed.

"Hey Peter…" Hazel eyes flickered past Peter to the air behind him.

"What is it?"

"What is that light behind you? Did you light another lantern?"

Peter began to laugh but stopped himself before anything more than a chuckle escaped him, "Oh no Jake, it's not a lantern." Once more the sound of jingling bells interrupted his words, and this time he really did laugh, "In fact she doesn't see you could possibly compare a pixie to a mere lantern. Tink's quite the proud one."

"Tink?" the blond-haired boy looked in astonishment as Tinkerbell flew out from behind Peter's back and stood on the tip of his nose. "Jake, this is Tinkerbell. Tink, Jake."

-

The children gathered around him in a hushed excitement, questions flying out of their mouths faster than Peter had thought possible. They all looked on in awe as Tinkerbell did loop-de-loops in the air above their heads. "Is she real?"

"Where did she come from?"

"Just who ARE you?"

"I want one!"

"Where did Neverland come from?"

"Why are you here?"

"Are you an alien?"

"So what's the difference between a fairy and a pixie?" At this question, Tinkerbell promptly turned a light shade of red and dove for Colleen's hair.

"Woah, woah woah! One at a time you all, I can't answer everyone at once." Peter backed out of the small circle that had formed around him as he told the kids about Neverland.

After a moment of murmuring, Nick stepped forward, "Firstly, Who are you?"

At this Peter cracked a grin, "Why, Peter Pan of course! You didn't honestly think that a normal boy could pop up in the middle of winter with fresh green leaves entwined in his hair, now did you?" To prove his point, he ran his right hand through his red locks, pulling out the greenest ivy leaves any of the orphans had ever seen. "You mean, you really come from Neverland?"

"Where else?" He leaned back against the wall of the room, as if the answer were obvious, "I'm certainly not from here."

"And, is it true that you can fly?"

Peter's green eyes hinted at annoyance, "How else could I get here? I'm pretty sure I didn't take a car."

All night the questions continued, everyone ever eager to learn more about the magical star where nothing grew old. Only Brandon stayed quiet, uttering words only where necessary. To Peter however, he was nothing to worry about.

-

The clock rang out seven bells.

"GET UP YOU MISERABLE BRATS! IT'S BREAKFAST!"

A/n: Oh WOW, that took a very very long time. And still so short! Ah, oh well.

As most of you have most likely noticed, I'm on a hiatus at this point in time. This was only done for the sake of procrastination actually… I'm sorry. However, all stories shall be resumed at the start of summer. I just can't handle all the work at this point, but they will continue on, know that!

-Random

P.S. You all get cookies for waiting so long!