Wendy didn't understand what Peter had meant when he said he would be growing up if he wanted her. Maybe it had to do with the standards he said they had. Then Wendy remembered something her father would say to John, "A boy only truly becomes a man when his father dies." Wendy didn't think that was the reason, she remembered another time. Her father was giving John and Michael a sex talk, she shuddered at the memory. "When you have 'it' for the first time, that's the first step to becoming a man." Wendy nodded, that had to be it. That had to be the reason why Peter wasn't going to do anything. She had to admit, when Peter told her, no she felt disappointed and offended. Though she only showed her offended side.

Tootles came up to Wendy holding a tray filled with food. "Eat." He offered the tray to her.

Wendy smiled back at him, "Thank you." She took the tray and looked down. There was a roll of bread, a small salad, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut in half. "This is?" Wendy inquired.

"Dinner. Salad is only served with dinner." The boy called Slightly announced. Tootles nodded in agreement. Slightly continued, "It's because salad is icky, but girls like salad so we gave you more."

The Twins both nodded their heads mechanically and said, "Yup."

Wendy laughed, they were so immature and cute. She looked around on her tray and asked, "Where's the forks?"

Tootles laughed, "We don't use them."

Curly popped up and took a handful of salad from him own tray, "We use our hands, like this!"

"I hope you all washed your hands." Wendy gasped.

They all looked at each other then Nibs asked, "Who are you? Our mother?"

"We don't have mothers." Slightly announced again.

Tootles laughed, "We eat mothers for breakfast!"

Wendy smiled, "I'm not a mother, I'm a sister."

"A nun?" The Twins asked hopefully. Wendy remembered Peter telling her that some of them were religious.

"No. I mean I have two brothers." Wendy explained.

The Twins asked hopefully again, "Are they twins?"

"No." Wendy replied.

Rufio walked in the room carrying a tray with food on it as well. The other boys stopped talking when he entered, some of them even left. Rufio eyed the other boys until they left, then sat down next to Wendy's bed. He took a bite out of his bread and said, "Eat."

Wendy grabbed a piece of her sandwich and chewed on it thoughtfully. This Rufio boy was cute in a red skunk kind of way.

"How's your leg?" Rufio suddenly asked.

"Oh, I think it's better." Wendy replied, staring at her bandaged ankle. Her knees were still scabbing, but they stopped bleeding. Her ankle, however, was still in bad condition. When the bicycle chain wrapped around her ankle, it cut into her skin. Her ankle almost got cut off. The wound was deep, and she had gotten stitches, she didn't know who gave them to her. She only hoped they used a clean needle. She did remember a burning sensation running through her leg, either that was just the shock or it was the burning hot needle piercing her skin.

Rufio stood up and placed a hand on her ankle. "Hmm. Does that hurt?"

Wendy winced at the touch, "Yes."

"Right." He wiped his hands on his ripped black jeans and began to unwrap the bandage.

"Are you sure you should be doing that?" Wendy asked unsure of his abilities.

He nodded, "I'm just checking on the stitches." When the last layer of the bandage was off and Wendy saw her gash for the first time she wished she didn't eat anything. She leaned over the side of the bed and threw up. Rufio nodded, "Yup. That happened with Curly." He slowly wrapped her ankle again and said, "I'll get Peter to move you."

Wendy groaned, her head hanging over the side of the bed. The smell was reaching her, and made her puke again. She heard two pairs of feet coming again.

"What did you do?" Peter gasped at the sight of her.

Rufio shrugged, "I was only checking the wound, she looked and puked."

Peter sighed and dodged the pile of bile on the floor and said, "Wendy, I need you to put your arm around my neck." She did, and he wrapped his arm under her knees and behind her back. He lifted her off the bed and walked across the room to another bed. It smelled of bile too. "Is that better?" Peter asked.

Wendy groaned again, "Not really."

Peter chuckled and said, "Sorry we don't have better accommodations."

Wendy tried to laugh at herself, but she couldn't. There was a feeling tugging at her heart, a feeling like she forgot something. "Mother." Wendy whispered, "Father. John. Michael. Peter! My family!" She reached frantically for his arm, "Take me to my family!"

"I can't!" Peter said, grabbing her hands. "You can't walk."

"You can carry me! Peter, please! I have to see my family!" Wendy cried. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

Peter bit his lip and watched Wendy cry, he motioned to Rufio. "Find them and bring them here."

Rufio began to protest, but Peter slapped him across the face. "Now!" Rufio grumbled and stalked out of the room.

Peter turned his attention back to Wendy, who was still sobbing frantically on the bed. "Please, Wendy. Rufio is going to get them, just stop digging your nails in me."

Wendy couldn't hear him. She was drowning in the sounds of her brothers, the smiles of her mother, the grins of her father. She was buried in memories of their faces, and the sounds of their screaming and crying on that fateful day when Hook had come to get her. The memory only made her sob louder. She felt arms wrap around her, but she didn't care. She wanted to be alone, she didn't want people to see her like this. She didn't want anyone to hold her, that wasn't her mother or father. She wanted to hear her father again, she wanted to smell her mother's perfume, she wanted to see her brothers and hear their bickering voices, as they argued as to who gets to watch TV.

In her intense sobbing, Wendy drifted off to sleep. She wasn't sleeping, but she was sleeping. Wendy was aware of everything around her, the arms holding her together, the face near her own breathing soothing sounds into her ear. The warm body gently rocking her back and forth, running a hand through her hair. She whimpered softly, and the voice begged her to stop crying. It promised that everything was going to be fine. Those were such comforting words, Wendy wanted so much to just believe them and stop crying, but she couldn't. That feeling tugging at her heart was keeping her from feeling content.

She didn't know for how long, but Wendy was still crying when Rufio came back. Peter and him were whispering so quietly Wendy couldn't hear a thing they were saying. She did feel Peter's body tense up at the news Rufio brought him. Wendy refused to think of the worse case scenario, so she tried to sleep.

Wendy wanted to wake up in her room, able to walk and go down the stairs to see her brother's reclining on the sofa. Her father sitting in the armchair, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. She wanted to walk into the kitchen and grab a granola bar, to see her mother at the table drinking her coffee, and smiling. Wendy was positive she was still crying, even as she slept.

"Wendy?"

A voice broke through her dreaming and her swollen, bloodshot eyes opened slowly. It was Peter.

"I have to tell you something." He continued. "Rufio couldn't find your brothers, but your mother and father..." His voice trailed off. "They're at the house, but they can't ever see you again."

Wendy's mind was numb and broken by the hours spent crying, but she understood completely what he said. Her parents were dead, murdered by the Pirates, and John and Michael had somehow gotten away, or taken to the Pirate's lair. Fresh tears flowed from Wendy's eyes, and she sobbed into Peter's chest. He rocked her again, and stroked her hair softly, breathing gently in her ear.

"It's okay." He would say, "Everything will be fine. You're still alive."

Wendy wanted to nod and shake away her worries, but that was the problem. She wanted too many things. Right, now she wanted to forget everything, she wanted to live again. Wendy wanted to wake up again and believe it was all just a bad dream, she wanted to hold her brothers, and see her mother and father.

There was another want growing slowly in her, building stronger with each time Peter stroked her hair and whispered in her ear. She wanted his voice to say something else, she wanted another sound to emerge from his perfect lips.

She clenched his wet shirt and bit her lip until it bled. "Peter." She whispered, choking back another sob. "Take me."

She felt him shake his head. "No, if I take you there, you'll faint at the sight, or get worse. I'm not taking you back. There's nothing for you there."

"No." She moaned, "Take me."

"What are you saying?" Peter whispered.

Wendy sat straight in his lap, and arched her neck up. She felt her joints popping as she stretched a little, her body felt so sore. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Peter's. The electricity that coursed through him made her moan. He wrapped her tighter against him, and their mouths moved together as one. He pushed her off and gasped, "No."

"Why?" She whimpered, climbing back into his lap and kissing him again.

He closed the gap between them and kissed her back. "It's not right." He said reaching under her shirt and lifting it over her head. He kissed her again. "I can't do it." The electricity pulsed through them again as his hands gently wrapped around her rib cage. One arm, going under her back and pressing her against him as he kissed her again.

Wendy gasped for breath and nodded, "Yes. A very bad choice." She felt his perfectly muscled chest against her stomach, as his lips trailed down to her breasts. "I'm not thinking right."

Peter kissed her wildly, forgetting about his cares and worries, forgetting about wanting to not grow up. He made up his mind that if he grew up for her, he wouldn't care. His tongue traced hers, and she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. When their tongues met, Peter moaned, and Wendy whimpered.

Wendy rolled Peter over, so she was hovering over him. Their tongues entwined, her hand tugging at his golden hair, his hand snapping her bra. They were lost in their erotic sensations, giving in to their emotions and feelings. Peter rolled over and he was on top of Wendy, mashing his body against hers. His chest against her breasts. Wendy's hand circled his stomach, then went lower his crotch. She rubbed the bump in his jeans, and felt his body wince and his breathing hitch. A moan escaped his lips, and he kissed her again.

He bit her lower lip, as she rubbed his groin through his jeans. She rolled him over and rubbed it faster. He moaned again, and held her closer to him. She felt the bump in his jeans growing bigger and harder. Wendy sucked on his lip, and his breathing hitched again as his orgasm grew more violent.

There was a knock on the wall next to them, and Wendy looked up at Rufio. She gasped and grabbed Peter's shirt and wrapped it around her breasts. Peter groaned and looked up, his mouth open and he was gasping for air.

Rufio sighed, "You two scarred Nibs."

"Oh." Wendy gasped. Peter groaned again and let his head fall against the pillow.

Rufio turned his back and said, "Wendy put your shirt back on, I have to check your ankle again now."

Wendy gasped as she suddenly realized her ankle was boiling, and it felt very wet. She fastened her bra and pulled her shirt on. Peter got up, and sat on the floor with his back against the wall. His shirt was in his hands.

"You totally killed the stitches." Rufio exclaimed.

Wendy turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. She knew if she looked again she would puke.

She felt pain tugging at her ankle, and she stifled her screams with her fist. Peter found her hand and unclenched it from the mattress. He held her hand and whispered, "Calm down."

Wendy shook her head and gasped in pain as she felt Rufio pull the broken threads out of her ankle. She clenched Peter's hand and stifled another scream.

"Slightly, get over here!" Rufio called. There was a shuffling of feet and Slightly appeared next to Rufio. "Help me clean this up."

He handed Slightly a red stained towel, and he dipped it into some warm liquid and dabbed it on Wendy's ankle.

Wendy looked up at Peter, expecting to see a comforting smile, but she frowned. His eyes held an expression of duty. Wendy sobbed into her pillow, and tried to block out all the pain surging through her.

"Some of the skin around the edges is ripped." Rufio sighed. "I can't stitch it up now. We have to wait a few days." Rufio explained. He walked to a metal locker in the corner and took out a small bottle of medicine. "I'll give you some morphine to help you sleep." Rufio said taking a syringe and inserting the morphine in Wendy's arm. He cleaned her wound as best as he could, and bandaged it again. Tighter this time, to help keep it together as much as possible.

Wendy felt weightless, and all her pain disappeared. She was suddenly aware of how tired she was. All those hours of crying were finally creeping up on her. The last thing she saw, was Peter sitting thoughtfully in front of her.

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This is a long chapter. I like this chapter, a lot really. Eh, but I'm not really used to writing make-out scenes, so I was blushing all the while I wrote it. I'm not going to let them do 'it' for a while. And to calm the confusion: they did not do it now. Just some really intense making out. They were about to do it, but Rufio came in. I like that they scarred Nibs. That's a nice funny factor. ;)