Ooh suspense! Whale now this is where the action starts! Potential danger for all of them- and I literally mean all of them. Note that I said potential. I don't want to scare you guys! Don't worry, I won't make this something like The Fault in Our Stars or anything. Because just like you guys, if one of these characters dies I'll die too. So I won't do anything too major. That's not a promise that no one will die though! Okayy whale thanks again for everything! Xx

Peter's POV

The boys were all sitting around the fire, hovering over a few pieces of parchment and some maps. They all looked up with relief when they saw me.

"Pan! We need you!" Slightly said, standing up.

"The village is going to attack in less than 24 hours, we need to focus Pan," Curly told me, holding up a map. I walked over and kneeled next to him. A layout of Neverland sat before us, our location circled, along with the Indian Village.

"Boys, Wendy and I saw something this morning. Right here, on the coast," I pointed to the location. "Hook and the pirates have teamed up with the natives. Without help, we'll easily be defeated." I sat back, and the boys stayed silent. "Who do you think will help us?"

"The faeries," Twins said. I looked at him, considering the idea.

"Tink," I said, looking back at the map. She quickly fluttered over to me. "You have connections with the high faeries, correct?" I asked.

Yes, I am. She jingled. Should I ask for help?

"Yes, go now. Tell them I am in need of their aid, and I need an answer right away, within the next few hours. She nodded, flying up through the ceiling, through the lake, and out into the sky. I looked back at the boys. I noticed I was missing one of the boys. "Where's Slightly?"

"Calling for Tiger Lily," Nibs explained, sharpening a stick into a spear with his knife. He was sitting in one of the chairs, his legs propped up on the table.

"How is he going to. . .?"

"The Princess worked out a system where she'll be on the lookout in the mornings for one of the trees near her village shaking like crazy. Today is perfect, there's no wind. Slightly volunteered to go, he left about an hour ago." Nibs explained again.

I stood abruptly. "You realize he could be killed?!"

"Peter, we know the risks. He's the fastest one out of all of us. I trust he'll be able to do it. Do you?" Nibs was my first mate, my most trusted Lost Boy. He'd been with me the longest, and had saved my life more than once. I knew I could trust him, but the village was always watching its surroundings.

I sighed. "I trust him. Now, have you made a plan regarding to having no allies at all?" I asked. Curly stood, handing me a map.

"We plan to wait up in the tree. When they come looking for us and find nothing, they'll return to the village. The Natives are always having sacred rituals in the tree almost every week. When the men come for their pow wow, we'll attack. That should be tomorrow night, they have it every six days." He explained.

"That's excellent. There shouldn't be any pirates attending the pow wow, so they will be short of number. Excellent," I said, clapping my hands together. It was actually a great plan.

Wendy still stood near the door to the hallway. She didn't seem lost, and she almost looked intrigued. I glanced at her for a second, but her eyes stayed locked on the boys. I could tell she was worried about them. I turned my attention back to the boys, who all huddled together studying the maps and their notes.

Wendy's POV

Later that day, just as the sun was setting, I stepped outside to soak up the last moments of its warmth that I could. After sitting in the living room listening to the boys plan all day, it felt good to be by myself. I sat by the brook and closed my eyes, listening to the bubbling water. I rested on my forearms, the soft grass beneath my skin. It had been almost four days since I'd come back. I still couldn't believe Peter loved me in this short time, and I was even more bewildered at me feeling the same for him.

He really understood me. He knew my love for adventure, he knew I didn't want to just be stuck somewhere for the rest of my life doing the same thing every day. That's what was great about Neverland: it's constantly changing. There's always something new to explore, or to do. I never truly wanted to leave the island. My life in London was awful. I was always told what to do, who to be acquainted with and I was never allowed to go where I wanted to go. There were at least five men who wanted to marry me, but none of them would ever match Peter.

Tinkerbell had returned earlier. She told us that the great faeries could not come to our aid. They gave their deepest apologies, but the boys' alternate plan was strong enough to beat the so called "natives."

"Wendy Darling," I heard a voice behind me. I turned around, expecting to see one of the Lost Boys or Peter, but a tall Indian boy stood there. I quickly stood up, and backed away from him a little. "Whoa, whoa," He said, holding out a hand, trying to calm me.

"Who are you?" I asked. He looked about the same age as me.

"I'm Noah, don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He seemed gentle.

"Noah? But aren't you an Indian?"

"Yes, I am. Some of us have mortal names, and I was one of them."

"Why?" I asked. He shrugged. "Well, why are you here?"

"Okay, look. Tiger Lily is my sister. She was telling the truth about the tribe attacking you. They don't want Pan here and they certainly don't want you either. But I come as my sister did. I want to help you, my father has gone mad." He explained.

"How can I trust you? Are you just trying to trick me so your tribe can get to us easier?" I asked.

"You may not be able to trust me, but Pan does. I've been acquainted with him for a long time." He said. He was extremely calm and gentle.

"I'm gonna' go get Peter," I said, walking around him toward the door. "Wait, did Tiger Lily tell you where the hideout was?"

"Pan did."

"Oh," I said, nodding and pulling the branch down. I walked inside to find Peter in his bedroom with the door closed. I knocked on it while opening it.

"Wendy!" He said, coming over to me. "Where were you?"

"Just outside," I said, motioning to the door. "Noah is here,"

"Noah?" He said. "Tiger Lily's brother?" I nodded. "Okay, I'll go talk to him." He said. I followed him through the corridor to the main entrance. Noah was still outside, facing the opposite way. "Noah," Peter said, and the boy turned, a smile on his face.

"Pan," Noah said, placing a hand on his heart. "It's good to see you again,"

"Likewise. Alright, did you need to speak with me?" Peter asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes, I did. I need you to know that I am with my sister. We are both on your side in this battle. We do not support our father, but the village does. The pirates have joined our forces, and our numbers are great,"

"I did know about the Pirates. Wendy and I saw them yesterday," Peter said.

Noah nodded in my direction. "They will stop at nothing to kill her, which is their plan."

Peter fell silent. Noah just looked at me, and his eyes were sorry.

"We can't let that happen," Peter finally said.

"Obviously," Noah muttered. Peter ignored him.

"Well, I don't want to just hide the whole time. I need to help you guys," I said, and Peter turned slightly.

"Wendy, that's way too risky. You could get yourself killed."

"I won't, I promise." I said. He didn't look convinced.

"Well, thank you Noah. This means a lot to me," Peter said.

"You're welcome. Tiger Lily and I will come at dawn tomorrow." With that, we said our goodbyes, and Noah returned back to the village. Peter and I walked back into the hideout and into his room. I laid down on his bed and found myself once again staring at the ceiling. Peter stayed near the door, facing away from me. He rested his head on the wall, and sighed.

"How did we get into this?" He finally whispered loud enough me to hear.

"It's all my fault," I said, still staring at the ceiling.

"No," He said, turning around.

"Yes!" I said, sitting up. "Ever since I came to this island there hasn't been a single good thing to happen! Admit it; the island is better off without me. I'm not asking for you to say that's not true, Peter. It is." Tears were about to come to surface, but I forced them down. "It may be better for you too, you haven't been paying enough attention to the boys, and now a whole village is trying to kill you."

"Wendy," Peter said gently. I couldn't listen. My head was in my hands, and the tears were coming. I was so selfish. I was only thinking about keeping Peter all to myself, when a whole island needed him.

Suddenly I was pulled up to my feet, only mere centimeters from Peter. I wiped my eyes, and tried to look stronger. His eyes never left mine, and I let myself get lost in them.

"Wendy, listen to me right now. You are not the reason for all of this. You are not causing anything bad on the island; you've only made things better. Things were awful before you came back. If you left again, the island would be lost. I," He stuttered. "I would be lost. Wendy, you need to know you are the best thing that's ever happened to me and this island. Okay? Don't cry. Wendy, I don't think you know how much you mean to me and how much I love you."

I let out a small laugh, and smiled. He smiled gently, and put his arms around my waist. "Don't ever leave," He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. "Please,"

"Never," I whispered. I could feel the smile on his face. He leaned back up and kissed me on the forehead gently, and I closed my eyes.

"I honestly don't know if it's possible for any mortal to fall in love as quickly as I fell in love with you," He said, closing his eyes and kissing my forehead again. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against his chest. The soft combination of his heartbeat and his breathing reassured me that everything was going to be okay.

The sun had set, and the stars were shining bright. Peter and I were laying outside on a blanket, just staring at the beautiful night sky. There was no guarantee that we would both survive, but we both had a strong feeling we would be fine.

"We should have our own star," Peter whispered. I turned my head and looked at him, a small smile on my lips.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," He smiled, pointing up to the sky. "Pick one out," I turned back over, staring at the infinite world of suns. My eyes scanned for the best one, but they were almost all the same.

"Here's an idea," I said, pointing to the sky. "There's way too many,"

"Do you want all of them?" He asked, looking at me.

"No," I said, shaking my head, still looking at the sky.

"Do you want just one?"

"No,"

"Well, which ones do you want?" He asked, almost sounding lost.

"My, my, is the great Peter Pan confused?" I teased, looking at him, smiling. He laughed.

"Never, my dear. You're just not making sense."

"Alright, fair enough," I looked back up at the sky. "How about this, I'll be your star, and you'll be mine."

"I like the way you think," He said, then rolled over and kissed my cheek softly.

"Does Neverland count as a star?" I asked.

"Yes, it does."

"Well, it can be both of ours. Now we both have two." I smiled, looking at his face, so close to mine.

"Frankly I don't need the second one so much," He said softly. "As long as I've got you,"

"I was just thinking the same thing," I replied. "But we should hang onto it, just for good measure." He laughed again, shaking his head. His laugh, his smile, every word he said gave me goose bumps. When he looked back up at me, I gently held his cheek, and kissed his forehead softly.

"We should have a while until morning," He whispered, and my lips lingered at his forehead.

"Can we just lay like this?" I pleaded. "We may not get the chance again,"

"If we do have the chance," He mumbled. "We'll lie like this every night. Every night I'll love you even more, I promise."

I smiled so brightly my mouth might have fallen right off of my face. I leaned back so I was looking at the sky again, and I knew this was where I needed to be. I wanted to stay with Peter forever, and I knew he wanted me here forever. Could this be the happily ever after I'd always been dreaming of? The perfect ending I'd always read about? I'd know after we defeated the Indians, but I was almost certain it was. I'd never had anyone care for me so much, not even my own parents. I was a burden to them after turning eighteen. But I would never be a burden to Peter, as long as I gave him his space when he needed it, and I would always allow him that.

So this was my new life, my new horizon. But would everything be okay? I'm sure it would.

"Wendy?" Peter said a little bit later. I hadn't spoken in the past few minutes, I had just been staring at the night sky.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Is this really what you want? To be here forever?" He asked. I turned in to him.

"Yes, it is. It's so much better here than London. I really, truly want this." I assured him.

"Great," He said, just looking in my eyes. I could feel the strong blush run to my cheeks. He pulled me into him, and kissed my lips softly. I let myself melt into him, clutching onto his waist.

Even if the next day downright sucked, I would always remember that night for clarity.