Hey readers! Sorry for the delay… long story short, had no Microsoft word, couldn't access my story let alone write, too poor to buy a stupid subscription. (Seriously, why do I have to SUBSCRIBE to Microsoft office? Oh yea… college…. I hate thee with a passion for demanding I have and up to date Mirosoft Word.) aaaaanyways… long story short turned long again I couldn't do anything because my 2007 version won't download on my laptop… how lame is that?! I apologize for the short chapter after such a long time of waiting… but it was such a good place to stop I couldn't help myself. Don't worry though I'll post another chapter once my other stories have been updated! No more than a week from now I promise, and if I go over a week then you have my permission to BLOW UP MY EMAIL! By which I mean review and pm me and tell me to get my butt back on the computer and update. Trust me it'll work, Idk how many times I felt like crying when I got your reviews to update, I felt so guilty DX

Anyways sorry for the long AN… thanks to those who actually read it and didn't just skip to the story haha. Here you go, the long awaited update of A Lily For Peter!

~A Lily For Peter~

~The Oncoming Storm~

The boys cheered and romped around the hideout.

"Let's go check it out!" Peter cheered. He grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her towards the stairs. "Come on Lily!" he dragged her up the stairs, the Lost Boys following close behind.

"Wait a minute Peter! Where are we going?" Lily asked as they exited the hideout.

"To Cannibal Cove!" He swung her around so that she was in front of him and scooped her up in his arms. "Here we go!" he took off into the air.

Lily studied Peter's face. She hadn't seen him this excited since the night they met.

"I thought Hook was dead. The boys said the crocodile ate him."

"It did!" Peter looked down at him and grinned, "Exciting isn't it?!"

Lily didn't answer him. She watched the scenery below as she thought. How could anyone survive being swallowed up by those gigantic crocodile jaws? This Captain Hook was either very clever, or very lucky, and getting eaten by a crocodile didn't sound very lucky.

"There's the Jolly Roger!" He pointed as he set her down on a cloud. The boys joined them, shoving each other out of the way to get a better look at the ship.

"Boys, don't shove!" Lily cried when Tootles was almost pushed off of the cloud.

"Lily we can fly," Peter reminded her.

"Still," Lily bit her lip. "I don't want to take any chances."

*BOOM*

"Lookout!" Slightly pulled her out of the way of an oncoming cannonball. The cloud ripped in half where Lily had been standing.

"PAN!"

*BOOM*

"Tootles!" Lily cried out. She pulled out of Slightly's hold and scooped the boy out of the way as another cannon ripped through the cloud.

"Let's go!" Peter let out a crow and dove towards the Jolly Roger.

"C'mon Lily!" The Twins grabbed her and they followed Peter's suit.

"Miss me Hook?" Peter laughed as he dodged the swords and blows of the pirates.

The Twins set Lily down in the crows nest.

"You can watch from here Lily!" The twin on her right let go of her first.

"What? Why?" Lily glanced below, Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys were already in the midst of brawling with the menacing looking pirates.

"Peter says you can't fight with the pirates" The twin on her left shrugged,

"Until you learn how to fight with a sword." The twin on her right finished his sentence.

Lily absently wondered when Peter had told them this… and how it was that Peter even knew she didn't know how to swordfight. She sighed, a little bit disappointed. "Fine. Go have your fun." She watched them eagerly join the fight.

She made sure to keep tabs on each of her boys. She was glad that the smaller ones kept close, making up for their smaller stature with numbers. "They sure seem to be enjoying themselves." She murmured. She watched Peter, who seemed to be enjoying himself the most. He laughed and crowed as he fought his way over to whom she could only assume was Captain Hook.

He was rightly named Hook. He was an angry looking man. His hook gleamed in the sunlight as he took a swing at Peter. As she watched Peter dodge the man's attacks and give a few of his own Lily couldn't help but wonder if the man was named Hook before or after Peter cut off his hand, and if it was after, what was his name before? She made a mental note to ask Peter when she had the chance.

"I see you've gotten your crew of brats back." Hook sliced at Peter with his sword.

"Tell me Hook, how'd you survive? Where were you hiding?" Peter asked excitedly.

"Now, now, a magician never reveals his tricks." He deflected Peter's attack.

Peter scoffed. "You're no magician, you're a codfish! Tell me."

"I suppose I could tell you, if you tell me about that pretty thing you've placed in my crows nest." His words caught Peter off guard, earning him a small cut on his upper arm.

"She's none of your business." Peter growled.

"Touchy, aren't we? Did you bring another Wendy to Neverland because the real one left you?"

"Lily's nothing like Wendy!"

"Lily?" Hook smirked, "What a lovely name."

Peter attacked swiftly and knocked Hook back against the side of the ship, almost knocking him overboard. Peter placed the tip of his sword against Hook's throat.

"You've gotten rusty, Hook." Peter laughed.

"You've seen nothing yet boy." Hook snarled.

"I sure hope whatever your move is it's better than our last fight." Peter smirked.

"Oh, so you remember our last fight then?" Hook with a sly smile.

"Of course I do!"

"Perhaps, but you've seem to have forgotten something." Hook chuckled.

"What?" Peter asked.

"This." Hook batted away the tip of Peter's sword with his hook and took off into the air.

Lily growled as she watched one of the pirates knock one of the twins on the side of the head and toss him overboard. The boy was stunned for a moment but caught himself before he hit the water.

"HEY!" Lily screamed at the pirate, he glanced up at her. "TOUCH ONE OF MY BOYS AGAIN AND I SWEAR I'LL COME DOWN THERE AND SHOVE THAT SWORD OF YOURS RIGHT UP YOUR- AH!" Lily squeaked in surprise as the pirate Captain appeared in front of her.

He chuckled and bowed formally, quite a sight when floating in mid air she had to admit. "Why hello dear, I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Hook, captain of the Jolly Roger." He gave her a smile that made her shiver. "Welcome aboard my humble ship miss Lily."

"How do you know my name?" Lily asked, backing away towards the other side of the crows nest.

Hook came closer. "Peter told me. Tell me, dear Lily, do you not mind being Wendy's replacement?"

"W-what? Who's Wendy?"

"Oh?" Hook feigned shock, "You don't know? Now why wouldn't Peter tell you about Wendy? Or the other boys for that matter, they all love her so. She's their mother, you know. Peter was especially fond of Wendy… first love and all that."

"But I'm… their… mother." Lily murmured.

"Are you sure dear? Would a lad keep such a large secret from his mother? Or even a friend?" Hook put on a mask of empathy. "Perhaps you aren't as close as you think. A shame really, you seem like you'd be a wonderful mother." Hook swiftly dodged an attack from Peter, pulling back away from Lily.

Peter took advantage of the space and scooped Lily into his arms. "We'll finish this later, Hook!" he shouted as he took off. The Lost Boys followed suit.

"I eagerly await our next meeting miss Lily!" Hook called.

As they headed back towards the hideout Peter slowed.

Lily hadn't said anything since they'd left the Jolly Roger and Peter was beginning to worry.

"Lily? Are you alright? Did Hook hurt you?"

Lily shook her head, but remained silent.

Peter, still worried, motioned for the boys to keep going and descended, landing next to Lily's garden.

"Lily, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong." Peter set her down and stood in front of her.

Lily stared at the ground, her bangs covering her eyes, and refused to look at Peter.

"Lily?"

"Who's Wendy?"

Peter's heart stopped. "…What?"

"Who. Is. Wendy?"

Unbeknownst to Lily, who's gaze remained firmly on the ground, Peter's face darkened. "No one."

"Who is she Peter?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Where is she?"

"Doesn't matter."

Lily was getting frustrated.

"Hook said you loved her."

Peter remained silent.

"Peter! Why won't you answer me?"

Peter turned away from her and began to walk towards the hideout.

"Am I her replacement?" Lily continued, following him. "Did she leave? Was she the Boys' mother before me? Do you still love-"

Peter whipped around.

"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" he yelled.

"…Fine." Lily turned away from him and observed her garden. "My garden needs tending… I think I'll stay for a while." She picked up the bowl she'd been using to water the garden and strode in the opposite direction.

Still angered by the mention of Wendy, Peter didn't stop her. Instead he took off towards the hideout without a second thought.

"Heya Peter, where's Lily?" Curly asked.

The other Boys took note of their leader's expression.

Peter went straight for his room, kicking the pillow that laid in his path.

"Peter's mad." The twins murmured.

"But where's Lily?" Tootles asked.

"Maybe they fought?" Slightly suggested.

"If they fought, Lily's probably upset too." Nibs added.

"What if Lily left?" Curly whined.

"Lily wouldn't leave us!" The twins punched him in both of his arms.

"Ow!" He rubbed his arms simultaneously. "It was just a thought… you were thinking it too!"

The boys remained silent for a moment.

"I don't think Lily would leave us… Lily's different. She's special, remember?" Nibs smiled. "She'll be back."

"What if she can't find her way back?" Curly asked. "She doesn't know Neverland very well… what if she gets lost?"

"You're the one that's always getting lost." Slightly pointed out. "Besides, Peter wouldn't leave Lily somewhere where she couldn't find her way back… no matter how mad he is."

"I wonder what they fought about?" Nibs pondered. "What do we do now?"

"Oh! I know!" Tootles clapped excitedly.

"You know what they fought about?" Curly asked.

"No… but I know what we can do! Let's make something for Lily! It will make her feel better and we can say it was Peter's idea! Then they'll make up right?"

"That's brilliant Tootles! And I have just the thing!" Nibs beckoned them closer. "Here's what we'll need..."

Peter plopped himself down onto his bed with a huff. Why did Hook have to go and mention Wendy? Why did Lily have to find out? Why couldn't she just leave it alone?!

Peter sighed and laid back. It wasn't Lily's fault really, of course she'd be curious, that's what Peter liked about Lily, that and…

Peter shook his head and turned to his side.

It really wasn't Lily's fault. She just wanted some answers.

'But why did she have to ask that?!' he thought. 'Love?'

Peter didn't want to be in love. Love was a feeling and feelings meant you're growing up.

'I never loved… I will never love! I won't grow up!'

He heard a crack of thunder come from outside, but wasn't surprised.

The sky had been darkening ever since Lily mentioned Wendy. He had a special link to Neverland after all… when he got angry, so did the skies.

He dismissed the oncoming storm and returned his thoughts to Lily.

She must be upset, hurt even. He should apologize.

He knew as soon as the first few drops of rain fell that Lily would soon come back to the hideout to escape the rain.

'She'll be back soon… I'll apologize then.' He thought.

His eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the slight thrum of the rain.

He was standing by Lily's garden. She hadn't come back yet.

"Lily?"

There was no answer.

His sense of dread grew.

He knew what this was, he was dreaming… but there was something different.

He'd only ever been in darkness.

Never before had his dream taken place in Neverland.

It made it… more real.

Peter rushed forward, taking the path he knew Lily had taken after their argument.

Towards the waterfall.

"My, aren't we in a hurry?"

He heard him, but he couldn't see him.

"Where is she?!"

"She's with me, Peter. She's always with me."

"Lily!"

"Getting warmer."

Peter broke through the brush and into the clearing surrounding the waterfall. His eyes scanned the area.

"You take so much for granted Peter."

Peter whipped around towards the way he came.

He was there, crouching by a fallen tree.

And Lily was with him.

She was sleeping, seemingly unaware of the person hovering above her.

He stroked her hair as he continued.

"It's not your fault though, is it? You're just a child after all… a little boy who refuses to grow up."

"What do you want?"

"You take her for granted too." He caressed Lily's cheek.

"Don't touch her!" Peter growled.

He grinned. "Do you know what that is Peter? That feeling you're having right now? You feel possessive. It happens when you love something, or someone." He chuckled darkly. "You appear to be… dare I say it? Growing up."

"No! I'm a boy, not a man, I don't have feelings."

"Oh, you have feelings… you have feelings for Lily. Just like you had feelings for Wendy." He trailed a finger down Lily's cheek and stopped at her throat. "You're always leaving her alone aren't you?" he mused, seemingly forgetting what he was talking about before.

"I am not!"

"You are. The funny thing about that, Peter, is…"

He finally looked at Peter, his grin twisting into something devious.

"Since you continuously leave your precious Lily alone and defenseless… by the time you actually accept those feelings of yours… she'll already be in my grasp."

His hand closed around Lily's throat and squeezed.

Lily's sleeping face turned to one of discomfort as she feebly struggled in her sleep.

"Peter," she whimpered.

"NO!"

Her struggles grew weaker.

"STOP!"

"Peter!"

"LILY!"

"PETER!"

He sat up in a panic.

"Peter!"

"Tink?"

"Peter are you alright? Where are the boys? Where's Lily? Hey!"

Peter ignored her. He leapt from the bed and tore out of the room and up the stairs. Tinkerbelle followed him.

"Peter? Woah!"

The Neverland skies were as dark as night, though it was the middle of the day. The wind howled and screamed as if possessed by the souls of the damned and the rain pounded. Peter kept running as if it were nothing, but Tinkerbelle couldn't follow. She clutched to the side of the hideouts opening for dear life as the wind tried to carry her away.

"PETER!" She called, but her voice merely joined the howls of the wind, going unnoticed.

Peter ran as fast as he could, his bare feet slipping and sliding on slick surfaces, struggling to pull away on muddy ones. He had to move faster. He had to run faster.

He tried to make the rain stop, but he couldn't.

He tried to make the wind stop howling, but he couldn't.

He tried to take off into the air, to fly, but he couldn't.

Because Peter couldn't conjure a single happy thought at that moment.

The only emotion he could conjure was fear.

Peter finally found himself back at Lily's garden.

He didn't stop. He continued towards the path to the waterfall.

When neared the clearing his eyes scanned the area frantically until… there!

Peter skidded to a halt as his eyes found his target.

Lily was curled up in the hollow of a tree, fast asleep.

The howls of the wind quelled. Peter quickly scooped her into his arms and took her place in the hollow, placing her in his lap. The hollow was just big enough to shelter them both from the rain.

Lily squealed as her eyes snapped open. "Peter?! You're all wet!"

"Sorry," He mumbled pulling her closer. "It's raining."

"Well yes I can see that. What're you doing out in the rain?"

"I came to find you."

"It's pouring out there!"

"You didn't come back."

"I repeat, it's pouring out there! I was trying to stay dry, and I was doing a pretty good job of it until you came."

"Sorry." He mumbled.

Lily sighed and leaned back against him. "Guess there's no helping it now. Still, I really wouldn't want to go out there right now. What do you say we wait out the storm?" She leaned outside of the hollow the get a better look at the storm.

Peter caught a glimpse of her neck and the wind began to howl again.

"Seems like it'll be a long wait." Lily winced. "How long do you suppose it will take for the storm to calm down?"

He pulled her back into the hollow without a word.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the red marks on Lily's neck that had caught Peter's attention when she'd leaned out of the hollow.

Peter was sure of it now.

He was back… and he was after Lily.

~End of Chapter~

~AN~

Bwahahahaha! How much do you hate me right now? Don't answer that haha. As promised I will have the next chapter up by next week if not sooner.