Peter guided Wendy with one hand on the small of her back, and though Wendy hated the familiarity he was showing, she had realized he was guiding her bare feet away from any sharp looking rocks and twigs.

"Perhaps." He remarked. "You should have grabbed some shoes before leaving."

"Perhaps." Wendy replied spitefully, "I would have had I known my brothers were safe."

Peter frowned as the two fell back into uncomfortable silence.

Crickets serenaded the two of them as they made their way to the campsite.

Peter cleared his throat, earning a glare from Wendy.

"I really think you'll like the others." he ventured.

"What others?" Wendy sighed, abandoning hope of a quiet walk.

"My boys." Peter replied.

"Your boys?!" Wendy gasped, stopping abruptly. "You have children?!"

"Well yes, I suppose I do have children." Peter replied nonchalantly.

"Peter I didn't know you're a father!" Wendy exclaimed.

"I'm not their father!!" Peter exclaimed with disgust. "Fathers are... grown ups."

Wendy frowned in confusion. "I'm sorry... but you said they were your children."

Peter sighed dramatically. "No I said I had children, they're not mine."

"...But you said they were your boys."

Peter thought for a moment, "They're my boys, but not my children."

"What!?" Wendy exclaimed.

"They were... acquired."

"You stole them?!"

"No! They were lost and I took them in!!" Peter smiled winningly.

"Did you even bother to look for their parents?"

Peter frowned, "Well no, Why would I?"

Wendy groaned and covered her face with her hands.

Eventually the two neared the campsite. Wendy could tell because of the light up ahead and the laughter that bounced off the trees.

Peter took Wendy's arm as they rounded the very last tree. And as Wendy turned to glance at him, there was a gleam in his eye.

She was about to ask him about that gleam, when he startled her. Cawing like a rooster.

And in a flash, the once still camp erupted into life.

"Peter!!!" A voice exclaimed.

"Peter's back!!" yet another cried joyfully.

Wendy watched in awe as five strange boys scrambled out of various tents.

"Peter's back and he brought a lady!" The one with the curly hair exclaimed.

Wendy blinked at the boys. Not quite sure what to make of them.

The boys lined up as soldiers would, awaiting an inspection from their general.

"Wendy." Peter smiled. "These are my boys, The Lost Boys."

Wendy dimly noted that this was a real smile, full of warmth. She would later find out, there were few things that Peter cared about as much as The Lost Boys.

"This is... Nibs." Peter pointed to a boy with tidy black hair. Wendy took the boy's outstretched hand and mirrored his debonair smile.

"Slightly." The thin boy sniffed at her, and Wendy bit back a smile.

"Curly." Wendy could see what earned him his nickname. His corn yellow hair looked like a batch of springs.

"The Twins." The two boys nodded at her, and Wendy felt a twinge of sadness for them. Peter hadn't even bothered with thinking up two names.

"And where is Toodles?" Peter spoke up.

"He went out to get some firewood." Nibs replied

"Ah poor Toodles, he's terribly unlucky." Peter nodded.

"He always misses out on the fun." Nibs told Wendy conspiratorially.

Wendy kept a pleasant smile on her face, but all she could think about is these boys' parents, and how worried they must be. That is if they were still alive... it was a morose thought.

Finally she addressed the boys, "Well, It's lovely to meet you all, but where are my brothers?"

"They went with Toodles." Curly piped up.

Wendy frowned, turning to her captor. "Peter please I must see them."

"They'll be back soon enough." was Peter's reply.

With a heavy sigh, Wendy put up little resistance to Peter's insistent tugging, and soon he had dragged her to sit on a fallen log beside the fire.

Peter requested a blanket for Wendy, and soon she was wrapped in the skin of some unfortunate animal, vaguely listening as Peter dramatically recounted his story of bringing her to Neverland.

It got darker, and darker, and still the forest remained quiet...

Mocking poor Wendy.

Until she could bear it no longer.

Peter didn't even look up as she stood and walked into the imposing forest.

The wind whipped though the boughs of the trees and Wendy was doubly thankful for the warmth of her fur wrap.

"John? Michael?" She hesitated for a moment. "Toodles?"

The air was so cold... Wendy shuttered.

"Is anyone out here?!" she called.

as if to answer her question a bright light zipped into her feild of view.

Wendy was quite sure that the light was tinkerbell. Her theory was confirmed when a tiny voice taunted her... "You silly ass!"

Wendy gasped, "I beg your pardon!"

Tinkerbell zipped away, giggling the whole time.

"If I'd only thought to bring a flyswatter!!" Wendy called after her.

The forest had gone silent again

"Bloody pixies!" Wendy grumbled no nobody in particular.

It was then that she noticed how far out she was. Peter and the camp were to the left... or was it the right?

She squinted, trying to make out any light at all. But there was none to see.

Her breath caught, and began to come in short little gasps. What was it that Peter said about the creatures in the forest?!

So panicked was Wendy, that she didn't hear Toodles knock an arrow into his bow.

Why, she didn't notice him at all... until the arrow hit her. And the world shifted as she fell to the mossy ground.