A/N: I will be updating about once a week, little more, little less. But anyway, sorry I made the last chapter so short… I just realized that. Well, here's the second chapter! And by the way, there is a twist in the next chapter!

Creak. My bloodshot eyes darted around the room, body tensed.

"Who's there?" I questioned timidly. Sadness welled up in my heart as I imagined my mother's face. Maybe it was her! I peered under the door for shadows indicating that she was outside, but surprisingly there were none. My senses were immediately on high alert.

"Please don't be afraid. My name is Peter." A soft, nervous boy's voice whispered through the heavy air. I spun around like a top and gasped. There was the legendary Peter Pan standing right in front of me, ever so lightly standing on my window sill. My brown eyes drank in his golden-red hair with bangs that ever so carefully draped over his eyes, vibrant green eyes full of life, leafy trousers, and emerald t-shirt. He filled all of my expectations and with a pang of guilt, I was reminded of Jane.

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(6 years ago)

"My betrayal came as a greatly terrible shock to Peter. The minute that I blew that whistle and the pirates came swooping down, screaming with glee, I died on the inside." With that Jane began to sob.

Wendy wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "Dear, that is in the past. Luckily you fixed things with him. Do not hold any regrets or self-hatred. You are only eleven, and even Peter forgives you!" her mother exclaimed, trying desperately to console her whimpering daughter.

Meanwhile in the darkness of the hallway, the second daughter, Claire, had just heard the whole story. Every adventure with Peter, all of the amazing times with the Lost Boys, the disagreements with Tinker Bell, and even Captain Hook's dastardly plans that were always thwarted. Even though Never Land wasn't all fun and games, after hearing all of the stories, Claire had made her decision. She wished to go see Peter, swim with the mermaids, dance with the natives, and travel across the island on treasure hunts with the Lost Boys. Claire, even at the age of 10, was a very determined girl. And she would be willing to do almost anything to get to Never Land.

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This memory coursed through my veins as I fixated on this remarkable boy. Surprisingly, I noted that he looked to be about the age of sixteen! How is that possible? I always thought that he couldn't age. Again to my surprise, I felt a blush slowly creeping up my cheeks. I shook my head very fast, clearing my thoughts and addressed him, "So you're Peter."

"Yes. We unfortunately need to have a chat," He answered with a face full of conflicting emotions.

My head hung in shame. I immediately knew that he had witnessed my horrible actions towards my poor mother. "You think I'm a horrible person, don't you?" His mouth opened slightly to answer but I cut him off sharply, "Don't answer that please." Peter closed it with a snap.

His eyes bored into mine for a fraction of a second. I could easily see what Jane's, my mother's, and my horrible behavior was doing to him. Me, being the root of the problem, was the one who warranted a visit. The only person who I definitely knew could change our outcome was Peter.

"Let's go to Never Land," he shot bluntly at me. My face showed no emotion as I took his hand. Come on Claire, I thought to myself. Do not show emotion. Feelings are weaknesses. With that, I felt the stony walls that keep me caged rise yet another ten feet over my heart. My pain, suffering, guilt, and attraction sunk ten feet under. I do not know why Peter is here but I will not let him worm his way into my heart like he did Jane and my mother.

Just then, out of my peripherals, I noticed a golden blur streak by, all the while chiming as if with sweet choir bells. I still revealed nothing but my heart grew thirty times heavier as if I was wearing a lead suit, when I figured that the blur was Tinker Bell. I had always idolized her for her gorgeous blonde hair, snappy attitude, loyalty, and protectiveness of Peter. Having her here in my room was a joy but yet a great sorrow because of the trouble I was in.

"Are you okay?" a question reverberated through my purple colored room.

No. I am not okay. I've always wanted to go to Never Land but I don't want to be your charity case or my visit to happen just because you want me to make nice to my mother. I won't allow it. "I'm fine." My voice replied unwillingly, impassively.

"Then let's go," Peter breathed, with sympathy in his perfect vibrant eyes.

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(One night later)

THIS IS A SPOILER! DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO GET A GLIMPSE OF THE NEAR FUTURE!

My eyes narrowed as I faced the pirate. I slowly dragged my fist through the air, digging my nails into my palms. With one fatal swoop, I beckoned for him to come closer. A harsh cry sliced through the humid jungle morning as our swords clashed.