A/N: Short chapter this time! Very sorry for the delay, life has been eating the daylights out of me. Another chapter shall come soon! Thanks for all the support ;D No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter Ten

"A lost boy?" Wendy repeated. It had always seemed rather magical the way lost boys got to Neverland, but then again, all of the island was involved in magic: it was magic. Peter had seemed so certain that there would be lost boys again, more and newer; Wendy would have to admit she had doubted that possibility. "Alright, then Peter, lower your sword, please," she requested, sounding slightly pleading. There was nothing to please her about Peter holding a little boy to sword point.

Peter looked reluctant but did so, taking a step back away from the boy. He seemed more suspicious, but he had always been rather like that. Wendy believed the lost boys always held a special place in his heart – if not, why should he hold her in his heart? There would be no possibility; it was easier to think he just felt in general, then to consider he may not at all.

"Are you lost, dear?" Wendy called out, approaching the boy with a kind expression.

"Did you say 'Peter'?" He questioned, instead of answering.

"Answer her," Peter snarled, sounding slightly scary.

The boy, apparently named Jelly, shrugged. "I'm already lost to begin with, aren't I? If you mean lost on the island, I ain't. Everything seemed to change and… well, brighten up, so I was told to some scout," he explained. "Did you say 'Peter' as in 'Peter Pan'?" He questioned again, raising an eyebrow in inquiry.

"That's me," Peter replied, puffing out his chest slightly and sounding proud, Wendy couldn't help but notice. It was rather sweetening, even if it reminded her that she had absolutely no idea what went inside his head.

They heard the boy gasp, and turn around worriedly. "The captain feared this; he said things would change when—blimey!"

"What do you mean?" Wendy asked, taking another step towards the boy. Peter stared warningly at her, almost daring Wendy to take another step. He seemed more hostile than usually. Then again, her usual had been a few years back, when he hadn't been forced away from everything he knew and stranded to a life he despised. Wendy matched his eyes and took another step, reaching out to touch the boy's shoulder. She remembered when she didn't have to reach down, when she was younger and shorter… terrible nostalgia washed over.

She ignored it, as Jelly appeared to have snapped out of his trance and watched Wendy closer. "A-are you a mother?" he stuttered out.

"I could be," she replied sweetly, offering him a smile.

He seemed more scared than glad by this fact. "Oh no, oh no," he replied.

"Just explain already!" Peter exclaimed, waving the sword a bit with exasperation. His impatience was getting the best out of him.

The boy seemed awfully intimidated by Peter. Wendy could never really understand why, but perhaps that was due to the fact that Peter had never threatened her or imposed respect.

"Captain Slightly, he warned us, Lost Boys, of you. He said that when you came back, Neverland would break out in war," he replied, drawing short breaths inbetween his words.

"War? Dreadfully fun that sounds! We should start planning immediately," he replied, and in Wendy's eyes, she saw his thirteen year old self once again.

"Slightly?" She questioned, after drawing her eyes away from Peter that seemed to be a harder task every time. "But Slightly went back with us… he – I thought he had grown up and lived in Bath and worked in an office –" Wendy rambled on. She was quite aware that hers and Peter's path was not the honorable one. She should be married or marrying by now, and he should be working.

"I fell out of my prams again," they hard an entertained voice call out from behind them.