Mommy Dearest

Disclaimer: I don't own the show but I own the story.

A/N: Isn't it crazy that I'm writing a multi chaptered story now? It's been nothing but one shots for two years… I got an idea for Peter Pan and The Hobbit and I really wanted them to be building storylines.

I used the two lost boy names I know and I made up the rest.

Lost Boys

You stirred the large metal pot that hung over the fire, deciding that the stew inside it was finally done cooking. You had used the few edible vegetables on the island along with some rabbits that one of the Lost Boys had caught, creating a rather tasty dinner given your limited resources.

"Boys!" you yelled, knowing that your voice would carry throughout the island. You were the only female in Neverland, so it was pretty obvious when you were trying to get their attention. And the boys never disobeyed you.

Soon enough, dozens of them came flooding into the campsite, lining up with their dirty hands and scarred faces and eager grins, grabbing whatever they could find to serve as a bowl. They were beyond grateful to discover that you could cook, so they no longer had to suffer through burnt or undercooked rodent or possibly poisonous berries or going hungry because Pan got mad at them and banned them from harvesting food.

They all thanked you before sitting down on the logs that were scattered around the fire pit to provide seating. You finally made your own bowl and joined them, making sure everyone got food. You even ensured that Pan was fed before you worried about yourself. You learned early on to make more than you thought would be necessary; an island full of teenage boys required a lot of food.

You sat on a log between Felix and Devin, who you'd gotten to know the most. Felix was relatively kind to you when Pan first brought you to Neverland, showing you around and introducing you to the boys. Devin you had gotten to know rather well as he was the one you had to patch up the most. He was good at getting into fights and one of your responsibilities was bandaging them up when they got too rough.

"Dinner's amazing," Devin commented. You had gotten used to that. He had a bit of a crush on you and complimented everything you did.

"Glad you like it," you replied, taking a bite yourself.

"It's nice having someone to cook dinner," Felix added. "Though we can manage on our own."

You smiled. As Pan's second hand, he wasn't allowed to show any weakness. "I know you can. You take very good care of these boys. But I like cooking for you and you do so much for Pan as it is."

He nodded and you swore you saw the faintest blush on his cheeks. You giggled and continued eating, staring into the hypnotizing fire.

After dinner was training. During the day, the boys played games and sparred on their own. But you had all agreed that after dinner, you would train them either in a group or one-on-one in the fighting that you had learned before coming to Neverland.

Today, it was Marco's turn. He was younger but he was spirited, believing that he could handle any enemy with any weapon. He was getting better, but his eagerness clouded his judgment and made him an easy fight.

"Remember to calm down and focus," you told him, tossing him a sword. "You won't get anywhere running in head first."

He nodded, holding his sword as you had taught him. You picked up your own sword, the one that no one touched but you. You nodded to signal the beginning of the battle and he lunged. You spun out of the way, watching him charge into a tree. He crashed into it before turning around and aiming for you again. You held out your sword to dodge, the blades clinking against each other. You took a step back and swung, and Marco bowed out of the way. The boys cheered him on, glad that he was improving.

He moved too quickly and tripped over a rock, falling face first into a broken piece of tree. Splinters decorated his face, some of them deep enough to draw blood. He dropped his sword and you declared the fight over. The boys cheered in your favor. They wanted to improve, but they knew no one could defeat you, and you liked it that way.

"Clean him up," Pan ordered from where he was watching a few feet away, leaning against a tree.

"Already on it," you replied, helping Marco to his feet and leading him over to the campsite. You got medicine and bandages from your tent before sitting beside him on a log, gently taking his face in your hands. He hissed at the contact, closing his eyes.

"If you weren't so reckless, you wouldn't get hurt," you commented. You pulled the splinters out of his skin as gingerly as you could. You wet a piece of cloth in a bucket of water and dragged it across his face, wiping up most of the blood. You then lathered his face in salve before sticking a couple of bandages to it. The smaller cuts would heal on their own, but you didn't want the deeper ones to keep bleeding.

"You're all done," you commented.

He pulled you into a hug and you kissed the top of his head.

"Go have fun," you told him, watching him run back to the boys and continue rough housing. You were sure he would be back soon with more wounds to treat.

You shifted so that you could lean back against a boulder, watching the boys. You smiled softly when Pan began playing his pipe and the boys danced wildly around the fire. This was your favorite pastime; listening to the soothing music and warming by the fire and watching the boys have harmless fun.