Excerpt: Neverland, NY 20217

Peter stood under the lean-to the Throne sat under, hands on his hips. He looked around at their small patch of ground and nodded, pleased. He'd cleaned up everything, all the whiskey and beer bottles, the trash. He hadn't wanted to go away for the weekend and leave everything the way it was.

Their 'headquarters' in the quarry was the only place Peter could really call home. He lived in a group home, and the heads of his house tended not to really notice if he was there or not. Of course, inside the group home, he couldn't really be himself. More than once he'd had to break into the house-heads' bedroom to steal his jacket back. Unbecoming, they called it. He did things in the quarry they tried to get him to do at home. He cooked, on a camping stove Wendy'd borrowed from Jim, he cleaned, making sure everything was neat, and he truly cared for the Lost Boys. When Toodles was injured, Peter watched over him. When Nibs had his heart broken, time and again, Peter joked with him, and raised his spirits. And it was only Peter, who Jack confided in. He viewed Tink as a brother, and would stand by him always, and Wendy, well, she was Wendy.

Peter liked Wendy, he just didn't think she'd like someone like him. He was always grateful to have her around, though.