Gilbert felt a twinkle run through all points of his body and knew immediately why;

Peter Pan had arrived!

Even though everyone was either sleeping or drunk, at 4am Saturday morning on the 21st of June, the stars of the London skies twinkled oh so much brighter than ever before and although yes, it was still dark out, the flowers began to bloom and the butterflies awoke. An extra sparkle flickered through children's dreams that night and the moon you see, he winked his eye, for the greatest boy of all had arrived in the London skies.

That childlike gurgle escaped Peter's mouth again and he crowed for it was all so exciting. Even Tinkerbell shone a little brighter.

Peter could faintly hear his name being whispered in pretty voices. No, not the mermaids, the stars! Peter laughed and soared from star to star, everyone of them was saying his name. Peter beamed. Once again he was the center of attention and he was soaking up every minute! He bowed here, winked there, flashed a finger gun in the direction of Stacey, Sarah and Silvia who all sighed and screamed in an overdramatic fangirl way which made Peter blush and crow. Tinkerbell pouted and glowed the brightest red her little body could manage and tugged at Peters sleeve. This only made Peter laugh, releasing Tink of her grip in the process. Tink crossed her arms and stomped her feet on thin air.

Peter… Peter….

Even though every star that night was calling his name, one did stand out, just a little louder, with a little bit more urgency. Tink contemplated her options of seeking out this voice, or staying with Peter and his bitches for about a second before flying off to find Gilbert.

Ahhh… Tink… I assume we are looking for Jake Flake then, are we?

Jake Flake! He had completely slipped her mind! She must remind Peter! Who knows what he could have already done to Wendy! Nothing Tink hasn't tried probably, but that Wendy seemed to have the greatest of luck.

"Why! I almost forgot about that!" Peter exclaimed, "I didn't though, of course. I really knew all along." Tink doubted this but stayed loyal and simply nodded, her fairy dust sprinkling around her head as she did so.

"But where will we go do you think Tinkerbell?" Peter crossed his legs and stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Why, he has to be near the Wendy house!" He jumped into a position one might resemble with a starfish and flew past his fans, headed for a corner house sat in a quiet street in Bloomsbury. He could have sworn he heard Gilbert chuckle, but assumed he was just taken aback by Peters down right fabulousness.

Jack sighed, walking as he always did late on a Tuesday, though I suppose 4am Wednesday doesn't really count as Tuesday. He walked around a small corner house in Bloomsbury, where a child named Flynn lived with his mother and father. He chose this house because in it were people who believed. They believed in a boy by the name of Peter Pan. From what Jack had heard, for standing around outside special houses you tend to hear the most beautiful parts of stories that have already been told to children by their mothers, Peter was extraordinary. He could fly, like him, and lived in a most wonderful place called Neverland, full of anything and everything you could ever imagine. A part of Jack hoped that maybe one day this house would believe in him, and be telling stories of him too, but who was he kidding?

It had been another great day, setting up kids for epic snow adventures, starting snowball fights, helping a little girl build her snowman. Of course, all his work went unnoticed, unseen, just as he. Jack felt a wet prickle on one of his cheeks and immediately wiped the tear away with the sleeve of his snow covered hoodie. He floated up and sat weightlessly on one of the lower branches of a tall oak tree just outside the house number 14, causing snow to sprinkle over the area he sat in and waited for the small flow of rain to fall down his cheeks. Now, if this were an ordinary boy, the tears would have melted the snow, sizzled it even, but like Peter Pan, Jack Frost was no ordinary boy. His tears only added to piles of snow. Jack couldn't think of a worse life to be living than one of cold and loneliness.

A/N: Hey thanks to all you guys who are following this story and to those who favourited it and thank you to madderthanahatter and dustyfay for your kind reviews ^^
I'm not really too proud of this chapter tbh but i'm just trying to get to the action! I mean, Jack and Peter are about to meet! (Get excited) Yea thank you byeee xoxoxoxoxox