Peter immediately heard loud noises coming from inside the flat, loud noises that he didn't like. There was yelling and loud talking and something hitting the wall. He glanced hesitantly at Michael and Michael bit his lip.

'Oh dear," he started to knock but a voice came out of the darkness and made him stop.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you. He and Lillian are at it again. Third time this week." Peter and Michael both whirled around and saw a tall boy leaning against a tree, a cigarette between his lips. His eyes widened when he saw who was with Michael.

"Blimey. Peter? Peter Pan?"

"Umm…" Peter looked apologetic and uncertain. "Which one are you?"

"It's Slightly! Has it really been that long?"

"It has been quite long," Michael said softly. Slightly threw the cigarette to the ground and nodded.

"Six years, hasn't it? Where's that lovely wife of yours?"

"Waiting for us in Neverland. I'm taking you boys back for a visit."

"Excellent. Let's get rid of Lillian, shall we?"

"Who's Lillian?" Peter asked as he followed Slightly inside the house. Slightly ducked as a glass vase was hurled in his direction and just missed his head. Michael gulped.

"Hello Lillian." Peter turned to see a young woman with frizzy red hair and way too much make up, glaring at them with her hands on her hips.

"Ooooh you Darling boys, always poking your noses where they don't belong! You need to leave. All of you. This is between Curly and me."

"This is their house too, so don't you dare order them about," Curly thundered from the stairs. Peter gasped at his appearance. He knew the boys had grown but he hadn't expected this. Curly, who had once been a scrawny boy with curly blonde hair, was now buff and broad with brown curls that touched his shoulders. He too had a cigarette in his mouth and he looked a cross of bored and angry.

"Oy, Curly. You'll never believe who flew in," Slightly said, sweeping aside the broken glass with his foot.

"What're you on about?" Curly said grumpily but he caught sight of Peter standing behind Michael. "Bloody hell. Is that you, Peter? Well it's about time, I must say."

"S-sorry?" Peter said uncertainly, watching his old friends warily. Curly took a drag from his cigarette and tossed it aside, earning an impatient grunt from Slightly.

"You take our sister to Neverland and don't bring her for a visit, even when her letters are about how lonely she is and how much she misses us? What's the matter, Peter? Wanted her all to yourself, did you?"

"She's my wife," Peter growled, his fists curling up.

"Yeah? And when did you stop treating her as such?"

"That's enough," came another sharp voice from the stairs. They all looked up to find a broad-shouldered, dark-haired boy glowering down at them. Nibs came down the stairs, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Curly, go dunk your head in the water."

"You can't be serious—"

"Or I'll do it for you," Nibs said warningly. Shooting him a dark glare, Curly stormed up the stairs and slammed the door. The woman, Lillian, crossed her arms and fixed the boys with evil stares.

"I need to have a talk with Samuel, on my own. Nibs, why don't you and your friends take it elsewhere?"

"Sorry Lillian, you'll have to talk with him another time. An old friend has just come into town and we have a lot of catching up to do." He nodded to Peter and Lillian shot him a look before turning back to Nibs, her eyes narrowed.

"I loathe every single one of you Darling boys."

"The feeling is mutual, my dearest girl, I assure you." Lillian stamped her feet angrily and let out an angry cry before she rushed to the door and slammed it behind her. Peter winced as the glass fell out of the door.

"What the hell?"

"Lillian. Curly's girlfriend, this week. And she's one of the more tolerable ones."

"Curly has been going on and off with girls of…questionable standing in society," Michael told Peter in a hushed voice.

"I see." But he didn't really. When did the Lost Boys grow up and change so much? How had Peter missed all of this? Slightly was scooping the glass into a pile with his foot and Nibs rolled his eyes.

"How hard is it to sweep it up?"

"Hard when we don't own a broom."

"We have a broom. No one uses it in this house so I don't expect any of you to know its location."

"Alright Mister High and Mighty, bring me the broom so that I may cleanse this dwelling." Nibs rolled his eyes again and made his way to the kitchen, clapping Peter on the shoulder as he walked by. Peter glanced at Michael, doubt etched all over his face.

"What has happened," he whispered.

"We've grown up," Michael said simply, shrugging.

"You see now why I never wanted to grow up?" Michael shrugged again and Nibs returned with the broom, which he thrust into Slightly's hands.

"Good to see you again, Peter, mate. How are things in Neverland?"

"Things are alright. We have been hit by a strange storm and I've had to help with the damage for the past several weeks. The children are coming into their powers very well. And Wendy is…fine."

"I hope you're being the loving, attentive husband I know you are," Nibs said quietly. Peter opened his mouth to answer but they heard a derisive laugh from above them.

"Have you not read Wendy's letters? He's forgotten about her. He puts his precious Neverland before her. She doesn't even think he loves her anymore."
"None of that is true," Peter shouted heatedly, looking like he was ready to knock something to the ground. Michael and Nibs both placed their hands on his shoulder and pulled him back a little.

"Pay him no mind, Peter. He's unbearable when he drinks. And he's taken to hanging around the pub for hours at a time." Nibs frowned up at Curly. "Is that the way you would speak to your former leader? Your brother-in-law?"

"It is when I know he could be treating her better," Curly said, hiccupping and swaying on the stairs. Nibs rolled his eyes.

"I think you had better stay here, Curly. You can come next time."

"You mean in ten years when Peter decides to come back? No way, I'm seeing Wendy too. And I haven't seen my nieces since they were born!"

"Then you'd better get your act together," Peter growled. "I'm not taking you to Neverland like that." Curly's eyes narrowed but he wiped his face and made his way down the stairs.

"I'm not drunk, I'm angry. Why haven't you brought her back for a visit?"

"Being the King is no small feat, Curly. And we just discovered that if one leaves Neverland, their age catches up with them. Except for me, of course."

"Of course," Curly said nastily. Peter's eyes narrowed.

"You were a Lost Boy for how many years? You know that I'm different, in more ways than one. I have no idea if that would happen to Wendy but do you really want me to take that chance? She's not old by any means but she is older than she appears. And bringing her back to the mortal world might accelerate her age dramatically. That's why I haven't brought her to visit."

"How IS the family thing going, Peter?" Slightly asked cautiously. "How do you make it work, with kids?"

"The fairies have worked their magic and we make sure they age a little bit each day. Since we don't keep track of age in Neverland, it's all very technical terms and I only know because Wendy keeps track of it. Wyatt is technically seven, though he has aged beyond his years. And the girls are six. They both act older too, though. Addy has even expressed interest in going to school here."

"In London? And you're letting her?"

"Wendy and I are going to discuss it later. We haven't had a chance with everything that's been going on."

"That doesn't sound good," Nibs said warily.

"Tiger Lily flew to London and that's how we know about the age thing. She returned to Neverland as an old woman. She's healed now but we're being extra cautious."

"Why on earth would she have come here?" Slightly asked with a frown. But Nibs looked sad.

"To see John. She must have heard about Charlotte." Peter nodded.

"Wendy told her and she stole fairy dust to fly here. She's been given strict orders never to return."

"Poor Tiger Lily," Nibs said quietly. Peter nodded again.

"So as you can see, between the storm ravaging Neverland, Tiger Lily aging, and raising three children, we are kept very busy. But I promised her I'd bring you all back so here I am. Is everyone ready?"

"Are we going to get the others?"

"If they want to come, of course, Wendy wishes to see everyone."

"John and Charlotte are at the theatre tonight. Let's fetch Ben and Frank and Tootles first and then go get John." Peter shrugged and passed around the bag of dust.

"There had better be some happy thoughts in this room."