|| This FF uses characters and themes from the original book, the Disney version, and another live action version where Peter was a blonde (not Hook) I do not own any of the characters besides my OC Kate and the general plot||

Ch 1

"This isn't good Peter" one of the lost boys cried out, he had grown a foot overnight and looked much older. His fox costume stretched tight against his body and showing his ankles and wrists. Peter had grown as well, almost six foot tall now and looking about seventeen instead of his usual twelve. "I know, something is very wrong...but what?" He asked grabbing his head in frustration, the rest of the boys staring back at him expectantly. Tinkerbell flew in just then, frantically waving her arms around, everyone's eyes growing wide. "What do you mean they don't believe anymore?" Peter yelled, jumping up from his throne and banging his head on a low root. "How can they not?" Nibs said "Has someone stopped telling the stories?" Everyone looked at Peter again; he hadn't been down there in a very long time. They didn't even know if anything had happened to Wendy's grandchildren. "Well, I am going to have to find out" Peter announced and he was off.

The city streets hummed with people just outside the more run down part of town, where shadows fell on you at every corner and the worst sort lived. If one knew of the old stories they would have recognized the old two story house, now in disrepair, a single dim light shining from the nursery window. A girl sat curled up in one of the corners, the room completely empty if you counted out her little lantern and sleeping bag. She wore the most tattered and faded clothes imaginable, from her ripped jacket, frayed jeans, and right down to her holy sneakers. She looked pale, once glowing teal eyes dim as she looked blankly at the dim light of the lantern.

It had been three years since she escaped the orphanage, and the streets had been even less friendly to her than that awful place. She had only recently found this place, it was relatively safe, no one but her could fit through the wooden slats that covered one of the rear windows and the family that used to own this place left to live out in the country, far away from the swelling squalor of the city.

Her stomach let out a loud rumble and she clenched her eyes shut, she couldn't remember the last time she had a decent meal. Just today she found some leftovers in an old garbage can but that was the end of it. A weak sigh left her as she fell over onto her sleeping bag to curl up into a tighter ball, maybe she would get a good night's sleep tonight. She was so weak from hunger that she might just pass out for a while. She smiled at the thought, the faintest of smiles, but it was still there.

Peter had to stop on a roof top to clear his lungs, but it wasn't working. The acidic air was getting into his lungs and making it hard for him to breathe. 'What has happened?' he thought to himself. Everything that was once familiar was now gone. Torn away by a horrible hand, only to be replaced by such terrible things. He coughed again and looked at the only thing that made him feel happy in this place. A faint light in that one window, the one he visited so often many years ago. He took to the skies again and landed gently on the roof, he crinkled his eyes to see through the dust that coated the window. He scowled in frustration and pulled out his dagger, slipping it between the lock and silently clicking it open.

The empty room spread out before him, the wall paper peeling and the floors bare. This room had not seen joy in many years, and would probably never see it again. His eyes finally fell on the lantern and a gently rising and falling pile of rags in the corner.

"Wendy?" He asked cautiously, not really sure what name to call out. He didn't know her children's names, well besides Jane's, but Jane had went away to school and moved out of the house. The pile stirred and a very ragged girl became more distinguishable. She lashed out with her hand but only managed to just barely swat the side of his shoulder.

"Get away fru me" she mumbled, she knew she was going to die. In her sleep too, it was a pleasant thought but now this jerk had to go and wake her up. She didn't really want to die by some random guy who felt the need to kill defenseless homeless people.

Peter knew instantly that this wasn't someone from Wendy's family, not even in the slightest. They must have left this house when the darker things started to close in around them. He moved to leave but took a closer look at the girl and pity filled him. He could tell by how tight her skin was pulled over her bones that she wasn't long for this world. She mumbled again and twitched a little, all pain gone now. He knew this wasn't what he was supposed to be doing, but maybe, just maybe she could help them all out.

She could distinctly remember that the stranger had left, but why was he back? Oh she hoped that he wasn't going to take him to the hospital or something. She was homeless, she couldn't afford that bill and she really didn't want to live this life anymore. She had absolutely nothing, no family, no friends, no money...nothing. She felt her body leave the floor and opened her eyes a little wider, everything was a little blurry, She blinked a little but things were going black at the edges. This was a strange feeling, maybe she was dead...she had the strangest sensation that she was floating through the air...

Peter had no idea what he was doing, but something compelled him to help this girl, he couldn't just leave her to die. Especially not in this place; she could get better in Neverland, and if she wanted to go back he would bring her, but she would have to stay till she was healthy again. He shook his head as he flew towards the second star, the horrid world behind him melting away, what were the boys going to say? He didn't complete his mission.

|| The next one will be longer I promise! This is just the start and such ^-^ Please let me know what you think, I just luff input and critique.||