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 Two

John Darling was speechless. He'd been remembering his time in Neverland, missing Peter and the games they played, and suddenly the boy was there in front of him.

"Right," John said to himself. "I've officially lost it, now. Crazy as a bat!"

"Bats aren't crazy, you know," Peter said. His tone of voice implied he thought John was unintelligent. "Hey, what were you doing? Is it a game?" he asked, moving closer to where John stood.

John clutched the rifle in his hands, desperately trying to reason with himself. 'This can't be Peter! I can't be lucky enough to find him twice in my life!'

"Umm, I was practicing."

"Practicing? What for?"

"I'm eighteen now. They'll probably draft me into the army and send me off to fight," John explained. "I want to have at least a small chance of making it through the war so I'm working on my aim."

"But, you're just a kid!" Peter excaimed in horror. "You can't go to war, you'll have to kill people!"

John looked at Peter, his head tilted to the side in curiousity. "You really believe that, don't you, Peter?" he asked.

"Yes!" Peter reached forward and grasped the other boy by his shoulders, "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere you'll never have to kill anyone!"

"John Darling! Come inside, dinner's ready!"

Peter looked first towards the voice then straight into John's face. His voice was small as he spoke, "John?"

BLT... no, that's not right. I meant, TBC
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