Hi! Hope you had a good Christmas :) Here is a short chapter that I hope you'll like. it explains about the illness (and Peter) more fully. Please reviewwwwww pleasepleaseplease :) haha...kidding, only if you want to xD

Chapter 8

"Hullo John." Peter stuck his hand out and John took it looking very dazed.

"You're supposed to shake." Peter told him and John snapped out of his confused trance, shaking the proffered hand a bit too vigorously.

"Uh yes, of course. Um...hello." He stuttered. Peter laughed at his confusion.

"So you're a man now." He stated through his laughter, looking skeptically at John's business-like attire complete with briefcase and black umbrella.

"It would seem so, yes." John replied awkwardly. "But how are you -"

"Fine thanks." Peter cut him off, grinning.

"I was going to say how are you here but I'm glad things are going well for you." John muttered and Jane giggled behind her hand – the whole conversation was so absurd!

"Never mind how he got here, he is here! Isn't it great?" Jane asked excitedly and Peter smiled and took her hand.

Wendy saw John's eyes bulge at the affectionate gesture between Peter and Jane and rolled her eyes, silently asking God to give her patience.

"Come John, we have much to discuss." She said, taking her brother by the shoulders and steering him out of the kitchen.

"But wha – they...Wendy he! She just! They -" He tried but Wendy promptly closed the door behind him.

As soon as the door closed Peter began to laugh uproariously, sinking to his knees and hitting the floor with his hand.

"Did you see his face?" He said in between laughs, Jane tried and failed to keep a straight face.

"Hush Peter you mustn't – he'll hear you!" She reprimanded him all the same but he paid her no heed and little Johnny joined in wholeheartedly without knowing what on earth he was laughing at.

"Boys!" Jane hissed, still trying to stifle her giggles.

Then the door opened and John walked in having regained his composure. Jane grabbed Johnny and lifted him off the floor whilst Peter scrambled to his feet and all three of them looked at John.

"Peter if I may have a word with you?" He asked and Peter inclined his head. John glanced quickly at Jane. "Man to man?" He added and Jane winced – he'd done it now.

Peter's tanned cheeks tinged red.

"I am no such thing." He whispered in his most dangerous voice. John's eyes widened.

"Oh I assumed you were ready to grow up since you are -"
"I AM NO SUCH THING." Peter roared and John, for all the years he had on him, took a step back from his rage. This was not the Peter he had known.

"Peter please." Jane begged, laying a gentle hand on his arm but he shrugged her off roughly, pushing her aside when she tried to bar his way.

"Peter be reasonable." John said, holding up both hands, "I meant no harm by it."

Peter stood in the middle of the floor fighting with the red rage that so often consumed him nowadays, he could feel the poison urging his hand to his belt where his daggers lay, waiting for him to guide them. He was no man, still a boy, how dare he. Shots, sears of anger flashed though him and he felt the familiar burning in his heart and eyes. No matter how much he tried to force the rage down, away from him still it overtook him and his hand was around the hilt of his dagger.

"STOP!" The panicked cry pierced through the red mist, it was Jane's voice...Jane was afraid, she wanted him to stop.

Stop Peter...

It hurt to resist, the red rage spiked inwards and pierced his very soul but it was over, the dagger clattered to the floor and he was Peter again, trying to catch his breath in the middle of the kitchen floor. There was Jane with her hands outstretched to push him back by his chest – he hadn't even noticed – and there was John pressed against the door looking aghast, there was Johnny cowering in the corner of the room and his beloved Jane was crying pearly tears.

"I am sorry." Peter said in a broken voice before falling, unconscious, to the floor.