Author's Note: Hey readers! This is a bit of a transitional chapter, I'm still debating on where the story is going so sorry if it seems a bit slow or anything like that. Thanks followers/favoriters Reviews are so helpful, thanks so much for those of you who do. I can't believe there are 15! Hopefully you enjoy this chapter! Thanks!

The view of London from the sky was absolutely breathtaking. The city glowed at night, proving indeed the city lived after the sun went down. It had been over a year since Peter had actually seen these same things. The cold wind in his face made him feel more awake and alive than ever before.

Peter landed on Big Ben and looked up into the heavens. There were so many stars. He turned to the second star to the right and gently hovered above the giant clock. Should he return to Neverland? Peter was so tempted, yet something held him back.

Peter remembered the last time he left Neverland to come back to London. When he had arrived, Wendy was dead. It broke Peter's heart to think of it, and he knew if he left again he would lose somebody else. He wasn't willing to pay that price.

Peter couldn't imagine living without Jane as his mother, or Elmer as his father. Peter would miss Edmund and Arabella. He would miss Tootles, Slightly, and all the other lost boys, even though they had grown up. He would even miss Greg Hurle, despite their rocky past. Most of all, Peter didn't want to lose Trish Lounger. There was something about her that made him never want to live without her in his life.

Peter flew off Big Ben and towards his own home, but hesitated. There was nobody there for him, anyway. He frowned and thought of his best friend, Gabe Yolk. Peter flew to Gabe's house and lightly rapped on the window. He heard some rustling inside and Gabe opened the window, his eyes wide with shock.

"Peter Price!" Gabe exclaimed, blinking rapidly as if he wanted to wake up from a dream.

"It's Pan, Gabe, you should know this. I'm Peter Pan," scolded Peter.

"You…. I mean… I never….oh." Gabe was at a loss for words.

"If only Tink were here, you could be flying with me," said Peter, landing on the balcony outside Gabe's window.

Gabe looked like he might be sick.

"So all this time, you really were Peter Pan?" asked Gabe.

"It hurts that you never believed me. But nobody else really does, outside of family. And one other," muttered Peter.

Gabe shrugged, unsure what to say. Although Peter was wearing a shirt and trousers like every other average boy, the look in his eye was different. He looked more alive, if that was even possible. Sure, Peter didn't have his hat or wasn't wearing tights, but Gabe now had no doubt that his best friend Peter was really Peter Pan.

"I want to start another band of Lost Boys. Here in London, of course. We could meet perhaps once a week, perhaps more, and accomplish things," suggested Peter to Gabe.

"You want me to be in it?" asked Gabe.

"Yes, of course! I want you to be my right-hand man. I know your father was never a lost boy, and none in your family knew me, but Gabe, you're my best friend. There is no other person I would rather be in it," explained Peter.

"What about Greg Hurle?" asked Gabe, almost bitterly.

"I don't know him. I knew his father, and there's something about Greg that I know is important, but I don't know what and it doesn't matter. Gabe, I want you to be in the Lost Boys, more than anybody else."

"That sounds amazing, Peter," replied Gabe.

"Then goodnight, Gabe. I'll see you tomorrow!" yelled Peter, taking off.

"Wait, Peter?"

"What?"

"Could you maybe bring it up tomorrow, just in case I'm dreaming?" asked Gabe nervously.

"Of course I will, Gabe!"

Peter flew off into the dark sky. He knew that now it was time to go home. He landed on the balcony outside of his window and went inside. To his surprise Edmund was there waiting for him.

"Ah, Pan. You've been out late," suggested Edmund.

"I have," said Peter, not sure what Edmund was intending.

"I was worried," said Edmund.

Peter smiled, not saying anything.
"I see you can fly again," said Edmund, looking Peter over.

"Oh yeah. I'm the only boy who can fly."

"Man, Peter. You're a man now. And you can still fly."

"I'm not grown-up yet, Edmund."

Edmund shrugged, and looked down thoughtfully.

"Keep hope, Peter. That's what grandma would always tell us."

Peter looked away, instantly emotional. He was still hurt over Wendy's death. He hadn't come back and seen her again, perhaps she knew he wouldn't come back, but he hadn't. She could never forgive him, because she was dead. Peter would never have a chance to apologize.

Edmund, too, was feeling emotional. Peter had become his brother, and Edmund cared a lot about him. Edmund immensely missed his grandmother, but it tore him apart to see his little brother feeling guilty about it.

"Peter, I know Grandma wouldn't be angry. She loved you, you know, she would speak of you all the time. Even more than Mom had," explained Edmund.

Peter sighed, fighting tears.

"I want to be alone, Edmund."

Peter's brother nodded, understanding. Sometimes men just had to be alone.

Peter pulled out a box from under his bed and opened it. He gently removed a green hat with a red feather on it and placed it on his bed. It was the only object he owned that had been in Neverland with him. He pulled out a tiny package from inside a hidden pocket. It contained pixie dust.

Peter carefully opened it, staring at the golden dust. Tinker Bell had given it to him a long time ago. Peter had never used it in Neverland, but now he was tempted to use it. He could go back to Neverland. He could bring a friend.

00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 000000000000000000000000000000000

The next day, Peter woke up early for school. Mrs. Laurens looked surprised at Peter arriving early into her classroom, but wisely said nothing. Peter held the package of pixie dust in his hand. Trish Lounger walked in and looked at him, confused. Her eyes had bags under them, indicating she hadn't slept well all night.

"Peter," said Trish.

"Trish, I need to talk to you," replied Peter, getting up and leading her out of the room. Mrs. Laurens frowned, but didn't stop them. It was early anyway, they could still come back to class.

"What is it?" whispered Trish.

"Do you want to come to Neverland with me?"

"What!?"

"Trish, you know I can fly. I have pixie dust… you could fly too. We could go there. You could see who I was," explained Peter.

"Peter, no. What are you thinking? You can't go back, you know that."

"But Trish, if you went with me, I know then I would never lose you. It would be okay to look back and forth."

"That's so selfish. You don't care about anybody else except me? What about your family, Peter? What about your friend, Gabe?"

Peter looked extremely guilty at that.

"I don't know, Trish. I just… I saw him last night. I can't get Neverland out of my mind. It's my home, Trish, the only place I've ever belonged and I can't never go back. You have to understand."

"No, Peter. You left Neverland. Your home is here, you have people who love you, here. You've never understood that, have you?"

Peter looked down, ashamed. It was true, he did tend to disregard the people around him who cared about him, all so he couldn't grow up. Trish didn't really understand him, she barely knew him, but she was right. Nonetheless, Peter could never give up Neverland. One day, he would find a way to bring Neverland and everyone he loved together.

"You're right, Trish. I'm sorry. But please, take this," Peter said, handing her the package.

Trish looked at it skeptically, but took it. She couldn't say no to Peter.

"Price!" said Greg, walking over to Peter and Trish.

"It's Pan, Greg. Always Pan."

Peter left the two together, having somewhere else to be. He wandered the halls, and saw Gabe Yolk alone at his locker.

"Gabe!"

"What?"

"I've got something for you," said Peter, handing Gabe another packet of pixie dust.

"What's this?"

"Pixie dust. Yes, Gabe, I was flying last night. You saw me. Save that for me, please. No matter what, don't use it, don't lose it."

Gabe frowned, but nodded.

"I will, Peter Pan. I promise."

Peter nodded and walked off, intending to leave school for the day. He had no trouble getting out, as class hadn't technically started yet, and walked back home. He quietly opened the front door, knowing Jane was bound to be around. He snuck up to his room and shut the door.

He opened yet another tiny package, where he kept the tiniest amount of pixie dust. He stared at it, debating if he should use it. He didn't need it to fly, but there was one other thing pixie dust could do. Pixie dust had the power to summon the fairy that it had come from.

Peter put the package away, unsure if he should use it. If he wasn't sure, then he knew he shouldn't. He could wait until he was absolutely sure that it was the right thing to do. He would wait until he formed a new band of lost boys, and then see. London could become exactly like Neverland if he wanted it to.

Peter frowned, remembering Neverland. He closed his eyes. He felt as if he were dreaming, as if he was about to wake up back in Neverland. How in the world had he ever left it? He was homesick, after all this time. Peter just wanted to go back.