You were walking alone along a trail for what seemed like the one hundredth time today. Something was wrong with you; very wrong. You just didn't know what. You felt empty, despite the Lost Boys' every attempt to make you feel included in their family. You were thankful to have them, but they just didn't seem to be able to fill the empty void in your heart.

    You were enjoying the quiet, trying to piece through your emotions to try to understand any one of them when you heard him. He walked up behind you, trapping you in his arms and filling your nose with his classic pine tree sent. He claimed that since you were his only Lost Girl, you needed more protection, but you suspected that he had a little crush and a lot of lust.

    He turned you around, and there stood Peter Pan himself. He smirked at you, almost sending chills down your spine. You hated that he had that effect on you, but unfortunately, he did. And he loved it.

    "What are you doing so far away from camp, love?" he asked, his thick accent making your heart melt. You quickly looked away; the emotions long forgotten by his mere presence being made known again as you remembered your purpose for coming here.

    "Why won't you look up at me, love? Are you doing something you shouldn't be?" he asked tauntingly, mistaking your hiding for hiding a blush or troublesome deed. He couldn't have been more wrong.

    "Cat got your tongue, darling?" he smirked, using his finger to tip your head up to meet his eyes. The moment you looked into his forest green eyes, you saw his ordinarily playful attitude change to one of pure rage.

    "I know that look, (Y/N). What happened?" he asked through clenched teeth, but why he was mad, you couldn't say. You just looked at him; you just felt lonely. What's made him so angry?

    "What...? Nothing happened..." you explained quietly, looking anywhere but into the depths of his eyes.

    "No, something happened. If nothing happened, why would you look so lonely, so unwanted, so, so," Peter trailed off, not wanting to say the word.

    "Lost?" you asked. Peter nodded slightly, but you were confused. "Aren't all of the boys brought to Neverland lost? Why is this any different...?" you asked him. He hung his head sadly.

    "They're supposed to feel better on Neverland, not worse..." he trailed off, looking at you sadly. He quickly looked away, not being able to take the sad look on his Lost Girl's face.

    Now, if you asked him, he would never admit to it, but he grew very fond of his little Lost Girl. You were always very kind, helping all of the younger and newer Lost Boys adjust to their new home. He would watch you, from behind trees or bushes, as you took care of each Lost Boy. You even took care of the ones that were hurt or sick.

    Now you were the one who needed the care. Peter could tell that you were not okay, and he could see that the small depression that he had found you in had only grown here, instead of getting better.

    He had brought you here many years ago. He had found you in your home, crying softly while you listened to your parents fighting about money; where it was going to come from, what it was going to, who was going to use it first. You had thought that whatever love they had had for one another had vanished long ago and had been replaced with their selfishness for money.

    He had watched you a while and could see the very beginning of depression symptoms forming in you, and he took you away before they could grow and get any worse.

    But, it happened anyway, and now he was going to take care of you.
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Yay, my third one shot this weekend! Honestly, I've been working on this one for a while because I haven't been sure if it was good enough...But it's going up anyway! I hope it's good enough for you guys! Please leave comments if you have any suggestions or requests!