Title: His Peter Pan
Fandom: Peter Pan
Blanket Disclaimer: I write stories for FUN, not money. I don't own any of the characters or places I write with, I just play with them. Again, NOT MINE!
Author's note: This is a companion to My Peter Pan, which should be read first. Reviews are as addictive as caffeine... GIMME!
Summary: A sharp crack, like a gunshot, broke the stillness of Peter's thoughts.
Warning: Un-Betaed

Chapter One

Peter and Tinkerbell had been hearing tales of war and destruction in Great Britain and Peter was afraid for his friends, the Darling children.

Even though, in the end, Wendy and her brothers had left Neverland and Peter, he still remembered them fondly. Wendy, with her many wonderful stories, John, with his quick wit, little Michael and his sweet innocence. They’d brought something to Neverland that Peter had never experienced before.

But memories never did hold a candle to the real thing and Peter was lonely.

With Captain Hook vanquished, his pirate crew abandoned their quest for glory and riches, returned to their homelands, and left the inhabitants of Neverland in peace.

The Lost Boys, longing for mothers of their own, also left. They gave up Peter’s gift of eternal childhood for families in the world of grown ups and death.

And Neverland, now devoid of strangers, was slowly returning to a land of wild magics and unheard-of creatures. It was no longer the place Peter had called home for so long. His friends, the Fairie-folk, Merfolk, and Indians, rejoiced in the changes. Peter, not a true native of Neverland, was slowly aging and was now almost 20 years old by human years.

A sharp crack, like a gunshot, broke the stillness of Peter's thoughts.

“That sounded an aweful lot like a gun, Peter,” Tinkerbell said. “Are you sure we’re in the right place?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Peter assured the small Fairie. “Let’s check it out, het?”

With that, Peter flew as fast as he could towards the sound of gunfire. They heard another shot, and another, and another, then silence as they emerged from the trees and found themselves facing a boy about Peter’s age.

He seemed surprised, almost shocked, to see them.

“Hello,” Peter began. “My name is Peter. What were you doing?”

TBC...
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