A/N: I feel like this chapter isn't as great as it should be but oh well. I want to say a couple of things: one, have you ever noticed at school that people wear a color scheme? My school has a color scheme of blue, green, grey and black, I only noticed it when I wore a bright red (kinda made me feel like a blood stain). Second, Call me Wicked, I'll you know that I was working on my costume so don't threaten me. Third and final, Kawaii-chan 080, what did you mean by listening?

I'll be referring to past Wendy as Wendy-bird. I do not own Peter Pan; if I did, I wouldn't be writing this story.

Wendy was feeling very frustrated; whenever she would get close to Peter, he would take off running. At one point she had asked the Lost Kids to restrain him so could talk. The answer she received: "You finally got Pan moving, no way we're going to stop him." Followed by some excuse that Peter being leader or thanking her for making moving day easier.

The camp that they were currently staying isn't the only one, there are several in the city (warehouses, abandoned buildings, etc.) They moved around every month or else they'll be captured if they stayed too long. It was a slow process, moving; the Lost Kids had to have two people carry Peter through hidden alleys and one extra for look out. A total party of three, four if you count Peter.

When Wendy wasn't chasing Peter, which isn't very much time, she was learning the ropes of the city. She may have lived in London but this is an entirely different city. First thing was lock picking, they said it was required if any of them got captured and had a chance to escape- Hook is old fashioned so he had the basic locks that were easy to pick (just don't tell him the Lost Kids said that or the locks may change to electronic).

After that, she had the freedom to choose other street survival skills from dumpster diving to hotwiring a car (you never know when you need a quick getaway). Wendy didn't take any lessons yet, not until Peter listened to her.

Running after Peter a few days left Wendy existed; how Peter could keep running after not moving for who-knows-how-long was beyond her. She was so existed, she collapsed.

Hearing a thud causes Peter to turn around for the first time, looking at the crumpled heap. He may have been a danger seeker in his former life but he knew when to stop before someone seriously got hurt (you could make the argument that Peter had been injured at Marooner's Rock but do you recall anyone else having a severe injury besides Hook?).

With cautioned steps, Peter came closer to Wendy; he checked her breathing (normally a person checked their pulse but Peter doesn't know that), a rhythm of in and out. Peter lifter her into an upright sitting position so the ribs wouldn't collapse on her lungs, this sometimes happened when the previous Lost Boys raced too much. In a moment, Wendy regained consciousness.

"Girl, why are you crying?" the voice behind her was rough, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Wendy was so deep in thought that she had failed to notice wet streaks on her cheeks; she furiously tried to wipe them away. "Because I think that trying to catch Peter is a forever wild goose chase but I want to know why he runs. Did I do something wrong? If I did, I want to fix it."

For a while, he said nothing, then "I'll stop running if you leave me along."

Startled, Wendy turned around and saw Peter in all his greyness; this is the closets she's ever been to Peter.

"I'll stop running if you leave me alone," he repeated.

The causes Wendy to cry harder; Peter, never one to like seeing a girl cry, awkwardly draws circles on her back- just like Wendy-bird used to.

"Why do you hate me? Did I do something wrong?" she asked in between gasps.

Peter thinks for a moment, his avoidance could be considered as hate in a manor; but does he actually hate her? No, just reminds him of someone he thought he would never see again (he doesn't know that every person has five look-a-likes in the world, but that's not important). As for doing something wrong; no, he can't blame her for something that she couldn't control such as appearance.

"I don't hate you."

"Then why run?"

No answer.

"Thought so," Wendy got on her feet and walked away.

Somewhere in Neverland, patches of moss were appearing and spreading, they were now as big as a person's hand. At the rate they were growing, this surely wouldn't go unnoticed.