A/N: Update 3
"I can't believe you're here!" I answered. "What are you doing here on the Mainland?" I glanced around, realizing that I was talking really loud. "Let's go in your room." I said barging my way through. Slightly followed through, and closed the door. "How did you get here? When did you get here?" I asked excitedly.
"Well," Slightly began. "After you left, things in Neverland started getting strange. The island went crazy. No one really knew how to function without you."
That kind of gave me a boost to my ego. The people on an island, hell, the island itself couldn't function without me. I nodded, encouraging Slightly to go on.
He spoke again. "Anyway, me and Nibs tried to run things, but there was something wrong, I don't know what, but nothing seemed to be going right. I left Neverland to try and find you."
"So what's become of Neverland?" I asked nervously.
"When I left, the fairies were trying to save the land. They are trying to keep the magic alive, but children just don't believe in magic as much as they used to," Slightly sighed shaking his head.
"How long have you been on the Mainland?"
"Well, I was in England for about two and a half years living in an orphanage. I was looking for you, and I knew you would be looking for Wendy. One night I woke in a start, I had had a dream that you were in California, so I ran away from the orphanage and found a travelling show that was headed to the US. They said if I helped them, they would let me travel with them for free. Their first stop was California so that's where we parted. I was wandering around and the police saw me all by myself. I told them I had no parents, and, well, you know the rest of the story." He finished with a smile.
I nodded. It made me worried that Neverland was in danger.
"Any sign of Wendy?" Slightly asked.
"No. I haven't even come close I don't think," I sighed shaking my head suddenly feeling sad again.
"Well," Slightly said. "Let's go make those cookies for the neighbors. I vote snicker doodle, what do you think?"
I nodded and we got up and headed downstairs.
"Well, Sam, I see you are feeling much better," Gail smiled as she entered the kitchen.
"Yeah, Peter said I could help him make cookies for the neighbors," Slightly replied. He had flour in his hair and on his nose.
"That sounds like fun! Make sure to give them my warm welcome when you take the cookies over," Gail said.
We both nodded as the timer beeped telling us the cookies were done. "You better go wipe your face off before we head over," I laughed flicking more flour on Slightly's face.
"Hey! That's not fair!" he replied finding more flour and flinging it on my shirt.
"Okay, okay," I replied smiling. "Let's clean up. That will give the cookies time to cool before we head over."
We both cleaned up the kitchen, and dusted the flour off ourselves. We found a plate and put the cookies on it. I pulled out the saran wrap and covered the plate of snicker doodles. We both put on our shoes and walked over to the neighbor's house.
"You said they had a kid my age?" Slightly asked, glancing up at me.
"That's what Gail said," I replied. "I don't know anything else about them."
We walked up to the opened front door. I knocked and hollered, "Anyone home?" We waited. I knocked again, and waited. We were just about to turn around when I heard, "Don't leave! I'm coming!" from inside the house. The door opened and there was a girl, probably about my age. She had long brown hair and fair skin. This girl had a familiar-ness about her. I couldn't quite figure it out. She looked at us waiting for me to say something.
"Uuhh… Hi?" the girl said looking at me. "Are you going to say something or just stand there staring at me?"
I didn't realize I was staring. "Yeah, hi," I replied shaking my head out of its trance. "We live just next door and thought we'd come introduce ourselves," I said looking at Slightly. "This is Sli- Sam, and I'm Peter." Slightly waved nervously. He was sort of hiding behind me. Almost as if he knew something I didn't.
"Hi," the girl replied her mood lightening and her face relaxing. "We're the Hookers. I'm Winnie."
I smiled. "It's nice to meet you. My foster mom told me that there was a 12 year old who also lived here. Do you have a younger sibling?" I asked.
Her smile faded slightly. "Oh, you're foster kids? That's cool I guess. Yeah, I do have a brother his name is Nate. Are you twelve too, Sam?"
He nodded. I don't know why he was being so shy. It wasn't like him. "Well, we made these cookies for you and your family. Their snicker doodles. I hope you like them," I said handing her the plate.
"Thanks," Winnie said taking the plate from me.
"Winnie, who's at the door?" a voice from inside said. A small man appeared in the doorway.
"Just our neighbors coming to say hello, Uncle Smee," Winnie smiled.
Slightly gripped my pant leg as my shoulders tensed. Smee? Was it really him? "Well, anyway," I said. "We'd better be going. Hope you see you around, Winnie." We turned around and walked away.
"Bye Sam, bye Peter!" Winnie called after us.
"Oh. My. God," I said once we got to our house. "Do you think it's really Hook and Smee?"
"I'm pretty sure it is them," Slightly replied. "And if I'm correct, their youngest son is Nibs. They kidnapped him. That's why I came to find you."