What if the characters from Peter Pan cross over from Never Land into the world of Sherlock? They undergo physical changes, none of them have the exact appearance of the time they were in Never Land. Peter has grown up, and every one else has underwent drastic physical changes. No one has the same height or hair color or even ethnicity they used to have. Some characters manage to find and recognize each other. This is how some of those conversations might go.

This is a series of unrelated one-shots, and each Sherlock character is going to be a different Peter Pan character in the different chapter, though they might reappraise their roles at times.

With great thanks to JAL for being my beta for this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Sherlock, nor those of Peter Pan. But this mixture here is mine!

Not a Mother:

It was another normal day in St. Bart's morgue. Molly was going about her day, dissecting a human torso, and putting the interior organs back into it so she could sew it back together. Another hour of this and then she could-

The door to the lab suddenly opened and Sherlock Holmes walked in dramatically, with his coat tails and that blond guy-uh, what was it, what was it, it was something so simple and familiar, Ja- no, John!- John Something trailing behind him.

"Molly! It is so good to see you are here!" Sherlock greeted her warmly, with a smile on his face. He looked so adorable when he smiles, even in his current state.

"Hello, Sherlock!" Molly answered him cheerfully. Why did he have to change his name? It was so hard getting used to this odd new name.

"That is a rather complicated hairdo you are sporting today." He said as he squinted his eyes a little, as if he wanted to gauge the exact pattern her hair had followed to create its current effect. He is still a charmer when he wants to be. He has grown up, but only physically. He was still the same boy he was, gay and innocent and heartless.

"It is rather complicated, yes." She said giddily. "I'm going out after work. I can let it down with pulling a few pins out of it." He never noticed women's hair before he- before.

"Ah," he said awkwardly, "That sounds…clever" he said with a false smile, so unlike his unguarded, real smiles.

She couldn't keep this whole charade up for much longer. She was about to burst. "What do you want, Sherlock?" She asked exasperatedly.

Sherlock looked a little startled. "Is something the matter, Molly?"

"Is-is something the matter?" she laughed hysterically while looking in his eyes. She shook her head and looked away. She put her hands on the counter before her and leaned on it, bowing her head. "You're still as heartless as I remember you, Peter. Mr. Barrie was spot on in his description."

"Peter?" Sherlock asked confused.

"Wait, wait, wait, Mr. Barrie? As in, J. M. Barrie, the author of Peter Pan?" John asked incredulously. "Are you saying that Sherlock here is…?"

"Yes, he is the legendary Peter Pan from Mr. Barrie's stories." Molly hissed.

"But he's-"

"Grown up?" Molly interrupted John heatedly, "Yes, he decided he was bored with all the adventures in Never Land, and decided to follow his dear Wendy into the real world."

Sherlock was shocked. He stood wide eyed for a few moments, his eyes shifting rapidly as if searching in his mind's data bases for the information. "But…I don't remember any of those events." He finally said.

"Oh, did you ever! You always forgot your adventures after they were finished." Molly spat, "You just call it deleting now."

"He does that pretty often." John conceded.

Molly glared at him. John raised his eyebrows and looked away.

"I remember reading the book with Mycroft when I was a child. I gather you are not Wendy, or any of her descendants. You were there on the island. But-"

"Oh this is going to be interesting." Molly said sarcastically. "Let me give you some clues then. My appearance is different from the description in the book now. Just out of curiosity, what is your mother's name?"

"Violet"

"She must be Margaret's daughter, correct?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, that's why I couldn't find you in time. I missed a generation."

"So…how different is your appearance from that described in the book? Are your facial features…?" Sherlock prodded unsure.

"Oh no, my facial features are the same. My height would be different to you, and I changed my hair color. I didn't know you'd go for blonds now." She added with a glare at John's direction.

"Oh for the love of-" John raised his arms in exasperation, "Actually, I think he goes for brunets with the same height as you."

"Oh, come off it, John! It was all for a case. Just because-"

"Yup, brunets who beat the crap out of him. You should try the riding crop with him the next time, that'll get his attention!" John said with a snicker.

"ENOUGH!" Molly roared. Both men turned their attention to her immediately. "Focus, Peter!"

Sherlock swallowed and nodded. "So, your hair color is different. Your height is different, most probably because of your trip through dimensions. Were you hostile towards me?"

Molly snorted, "Who wasn't? Your arrogant behavior wasn't a very endearing characteristic. Add to that the fact that your favorite game was organized fighting."

"I don't recall any fighting with females in the story." Sherlock said with confusion.

"Yeah, dratted Edwardian traditions and gender roles!" Molly said with an eye-roll, "No species was safe, fairies, pirates, redskins, mermaids…you even attempted to blow off some stars!"

Sherlock put his palms together and closed his eyes. He pictured the story he had read in his mind, "Did you want to be something else to me other than to be my mother?" he asked tentatively.

"No."

Sherlock's eyes flew open, "No?"

"No," Molly said softly, looking sorrowfully into Sherlock's eyes, "I wanted to be your mother. I wanted more than anything else to be your mother, but you wouldn't let me."

"Then why…?"

"You were a contrary child, Peter. You hated mothers as a rule, but you kept choosing incompetent little girls for your mothers. Girls who didn't want to be your mothers, but to be-something else."

"Wendy, Tiger Lily, and Tinker Bell didn't want to be mothers. The mermaids didn't want that role either. That leaves-" Sherlock looked into Molly's eyes, blue as the forget-me-not. She pulled out two pins from her hair, and perfect cork-screw curls framed her face, shining like brown candles.

Sherlock's eyes widened, "No! It can't be!" he croaked.

"Yes, it's me Peter, Jasmine Hopkins, or as you called me-"

"Captain Jas Hook?" John asked astonished, "But, Captain Hook was a bloke! Captain James Hook. I distinctly remember all the "he" pronouns."

"Did the descriptions have a beard and moustache?" Molly prodded.

John reviewed the description he remembered from the book, then he shook his head, "Nope, not that I remember. Even the illustrations didn't have any facial hair."

Molly shrugged, "Same gender role issue of the Edwardians. And this time, Mr. Barrie was not at fault. He did intend to use the same actress who played Mrs. Darling as Captain Hook, but he was persuaded to use Mister Darling instead."

"Your hand!" Sherlock pointed to Molly's right hand, "Wasn't that cut off?"

"Of course not!" Molly chided him good humoredly, "It was all make believe. But you always thought the make believe was true."

"Then what did the crocodile eat?" John asked.

"My glove. The thing kept following the ship around for more hand-outs!" She finished with a shudder.

"So, if the crocodile didn't want to eat you, why did you keep running away from it?" Sherlock asked puzzled.

"Because I hate reptiles!" Molly said disgusted, "I can't stand any form or size of them, and a giant one kept following me around. What would you have done?"

"Run away, I guess." John conceded. Sherlock nodded in agreement.

"If your hand wasn't cut off, then why did you use a hook instead?" Sherlock asked her.

"Because it was a game you played with me." Molly told him sorrowfully, "I wasn't about to miss the only opportunity I had for spending time with you, even if it was as your arch enemy."

"So…" Sherlock began, "I don't suppose you want to be my mother anymore, do you?"

"No, I do not, Sherlock!" Molly said smiling. "We're almost the same age now."

"Then what is it you want to be to me, Molly?"

"Something else!" She said with a wicked grin, "I'll go get your riding crop."

Thoughts? Should I make the crocodile appear as one of the Sherlock characters as well? ;)