The First Lost Boy

"You’re wrong."

Peter heard the beast rustle off and stood up, walking in the direction of Baelfire. He’d at least had the notion that Bae had gotten a good jab at the animal, until he found the blood.

Bae winced as Peter pulled him up and over his shoulder. A short grunt left him as he shifted and did his best to keep his bleeding arm folded toward himself and away from Peter’s shirt.

Peter stood and started to walk, ignoring the boys voice for a few seconds as he walked into the darkness of the woods. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, not angry, not disappointed.

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  Peter hugged the boy back as the first glimpse of New York City came into view. So much had happened in the past few months that he had a hard time thinking it could be different.

Henry smiled softly, glancing up at him briefly before returning his awed gaze to the large and bustling city of New York.

As the pair started seeing houses instead of trees passing under them, Peter finally spoke up.

Henry gawked up at the other. “How’d you manage to score a place like that?!” he exclaimed, eyes shining with excitement. 

Peter took a sharp left toward the larger buildings and smiled "Like I said, Investing. I'm richer than Rumple was when he amassed all his gold."

"You’re wrong."

Peter lunged at the bush, his spear jabbing down, only to see a rustle of leaves as the beast ran the other direction.

When Peter assured him earlier that he would be fine hunting boars based solely on what scarce knowledge he possessed about hunting rabbits, Peter had definitely lied.

Peter heard the beast rustle off and stood up, walking in the direction of Baelfire. He'd at least had the notion that Bae had gotten a good jab at the animal, until he found the blood.

"You’re wrong."

Peter continued on his trail, a small smirk on his face as his light footfall carried him up the path. Boar Hunting was one of the highlights of being on Neverland. As he neared the first intersection of the two paths, a faint snort in the brush made him lower his spear in anticipation.

Peter lunged at the bush, his spear jabbing down, only to see a rustle of leaves as the beast ran the other direction.

"You’re wrong."

As the pair entered a small clearing, peter turned back to the boy and placed a finger to his own lips, indicating the other boy to keep his voice down. He walked closer and lowered his voice to a whisper.

Peter continued on his trail, a small smirk on his face as his light footfall carried him up the path. Boar Hunting was one of the highlights of being on Neverland. As he neared the first intersection of the two paths, a faint snort in the brush made him lower his spear in anticipation.

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  Peter hugged the boy back as the first glimpse of New York City came into view. So much had happened in the past few months that he had a hard time thinking it could be different.

Henry smiled softly, glancing up at him briefly before returning his awed gaze to the large and bustling city of New York.

As the pair started seeing houses instead of trees passing under them, Peter finally spoke up.

"You’re wrong."

Peter shifted his grip on the spear and looked over at the boy, a small grin on his face.

Bae swallowed tensely, not really sure if Peter meant what he thought he did. He glanced down at himself reflexively, eye twitching at the thought of a boar’s tusk mauling any part of him. He resisted the urge to walk closer behind the other boy and instead took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, keeping his eyes on the surroundings. The last thing he wanted was to look like a weakling.

As the pair entered a small clearing, peter turned back to the boy and placed a finger to his own lips, indicating the other boy to keep his voice down. He walked closer and lowered his voice to a whisper.

found their phone number in a library book au

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  Peter looked at the boy, feeling him tense up.

Henry swallowed thickly, biting his lip. “It’s a really scary thought…” he muttered, looking up at the other. “We wouldn’t be here today…” He hugged the other tightly.

Peter hugged the boy back as the first glimpse of New York City came into view. So much had happened in the past few months that he had a hard time thinking it could be different.

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  "I was one of the most important men in the Kingdom, after the King and his Hand." Peter boasted proudly. Those were his best days, before he found alcohol, and how fun tricking people could be.

Peter looked at the boy, feeling him tense up.

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  "I was one of the most important men in the Kingdom, after the King and his Hand." Peter boasted proudly. Those were his best days, before he found alcohol, and how fun tricking people could be.

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  "Before my fall from grace?" Peter looked down at the boy, a small smirk upon his lips, and mischief in his eyes.

"I was one of the most important men in the Kingdom, after the King and his Hand." Peter boasted proudly. Those were his best days, before he found alcohol, and how fun tricking people could be.