A/N: two years yikes. Sorry I have been so busy and recently found time to go through my old stories. Sorry for the long update. I don't own Peter Pan.

The two teens sprang apart and looked at each other wide eyed.

Peter grabbed Wendy's hand as they ran out from behind the falls.

There was smoke in the distance and the cries of young boys could be heard.

Seconds later a little ball of light came zooming through the air.

It was none other than Tinker Bell of course

"Tink!" Peter exclaimed, "What happened?"

The jingling of bells was heard as she told Peter what had happened.

"You mean to say that Hook has taken the Indian Village under siege! Uh huh, uh huh. Well I can't blame the boys for wanting to help the Indians but they should have been more careful!"

Peter turned to Wendy, his face grave.

"Peter…" she asked slowly, "What exactly is going on?"

He squeezed her hand tightly then answered, "The beginning of something very bad."

Alarmed, she asked, "But what has happened to The Boys? Are they alright?"

Though she had not known The Boys very long, she felt the same motherly love for them as she did the original Lost Boys.

Peter sighed, "They were trying to help the Indians fight against the pirate. But there were just too many. There was no choice but to retreat. Now the village and everyone who fought are imprisoned."

Wendy gasped in horror. Those poor people! She thought. And the children! The little ones especially!

"Well what are we going to do? We're not going to wait round like a bunch of ninnies are we?"

Peter was very surprised at how forceful her reply was.

"Hmm" He said standing in front of the falls as he surveyed the area from which the smoke was coming.

"Tink! Go to the fairies and figure out their plans of action. Then see how far inland the pirates have gotten. Wendy and I will go to the mermaids and ask for their help. If Hook wants something big he's going to get it. We are taking this codfish down."

He said with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes and a sly smile on his face.

Tink saluted her friend and flew off to the centre of the forest where the fairies lay.

Wendy watched all of this silently, in awe of his regal persona.

Always thinking of others before him. With the poise and dignity of someone far beyond his years. She thought admirably.

"So Wendy" Peter said, eyes twinkling, "Are you ready for another adventure?"

Wendy smiled for what seemed like the first time in years.

"I thought you would never ask."

The boys smiled as he lifted her up into the blue sky.

"Come along then. There is a lot to do before we meet that old codfish again! I hope your sword fighting skills are as sharp as they used to be."

"Oh, is that a challenge my good sir?"

Peter flew in close to her face, and at that point Wendy had nearly stopped breathing.

"Indeed it is my lady."

Flashing his boyish smile he pulled her alongside him as they flew through the sky.

Though he turned so quickly that he did not see his lady flush a deep crimson.

Now things were slightly different in Bloomsbury London.

There had been so much of a snowfall the night before that the schools had closed for the day.

By 8 am all of the boys were fed, dressed and playing in the snow.

Mrs. Darling figured that she would let Wendy sleep in today.

For she had seemed so down on herself lately, a little extra rest would do her good.

For such a bright and beautiful girl, my Wendy never seems to enjoy herself. No parties, no outings with friends, not even a courter or two! I hope she put some thought into what I said last night. *sigh *The only time I see her smile is when she's with her brothers.

On that thought, Mary Darling looked out the parlor window.

Her boys, all seven of them, eight including their cousin Slightly, were all so young and carefree.

Hitting one another with snowballs, building forts and laughing for no reason at all.

Maybe Wendy would like to go play outside with them. It isn't often school is closed. *Chiming of the clock* Oh my! Ten o'clock already! I should most certainly wake Wendy up.

Mary made her way up the stairs, past the nursery to her daughters' room.

"Wendy" she called out, "It is past ten o'clock. Would you care to join your brothers outside for a bit?"

There was no answer.

"Hmm. Wendy? Wendy darling?"

Then Mary felt a draft coming from the room as she opened her daughters' door.

"Wendy…?"

She then gasped. The window was blown open and a fine layer of snow dusted the carpet.

The bed was still made up from the day before and her daughter was nowhere to be found.

"Wendy!" her mother shouted in a panic as she locked the window.

"Darling where are yo-" Mrs. Darling caught her breath.

There on Wendy's desk was a note written in her hand.

"…Oh no…" Mrs. Darling said as she picked up the note.

It read…

A/N: cliffy :D. what does the note say? How will her mother react? What will become of the boys and the Indians? What is in store for Peter and Wendy? Review and you shall know.