We are officially at Chapter 11. Give yourselves a big round of applause- you made it! We made it! But will Nick, Jillian, and the Lost Boys make it? I guess you'll have to read to find out... :D
This is kind of a filler chapter; I have minor writer's block. BUT DON'T WORRY I won't give up on this story!
Oh, and just so you know, in the first sequence in Jillian's POV, it's supposed to be like that. Just so there's no questions (EXCEPT FROM THE SILLY PEOPLE WHO DON'T READ AUTHOR'S NOTES!)
Enjoy.

Chapter 11: Waiting

Nick's POV

The plan would work. The plan would work.

I hoped so...

The pirates had locked me in the room where Jillian and the Lost Boys were "sleeping". My hands were tied behind my back for authenticity, so there was nearly nothing to do. I watched Jillian breathe, peaceful and innocent. pretty even when she was sleeping. Her brown curly hair seemed to form a pillow for her head. And yet there was something wrong... she would stir every minute or so, mumbling something that I couldn't understand. What is she dreaming? I wondered.

What's happening, Jillian?

I sat back against the wall and waited for her to wake up.

Jillian's POV

The storm rocks my ship, tossing it front and back like I am its play toy. I scream as loud as I can but nobody seems to hear me. I am about to give up the fight against the water when Nick appears on one side of the boat. He holds out his hand and the door behind him opens. "Come with me," he tells me. I start to walk towards him, but then Peter shows up behind me and yells, "Stop, Jillian!" I turn to look at him. Curly is standing next to him, with the Lost Boys behind the two of them. Peter holds out his hand, and the storm on his side of the ship clears, showing the island behind him. "Come with me," he insists. "He's tricking you." "No, I'm not," Nick says defensively. "Yes, you are," Curly pipes up. "Jillian, he's going to betray you!" "How dare you even say such a thing?" Nick sputters. "Jillian, are you going to believe these liars... or me?" "Believe us, Jillian," the Lost Boys say, all taking a step towards me. "Believe me, Jillian," Nick says, taking a step towards me as well. I'm looking between the two of them, trying to decide. My family, who I've had numerous adventures with? Or the new boy who I could have brand-new ones with?

I'm about to make my decision when the storm gets worse. THe boat rocks and tips, then raises up on one side and flips me over the boat into the water. I hear all of them scream, "Jillian!", but there's nothing they or I can do. The water submerges me, and the surface turns to glass. I try to beat against it, to break it, but it won't budge. My head is throbbing as I start to lose consiousness. A tall figure with a large hat and a curled, mangled hand appears over me, standing on the glass I'm trying to break. He smiles down at me, laughing at my struggle. I begin to get weaker... and weaker... soon, my banging fists are just scrabbling fingers, bleeding from the tiny shards I managed to get off of the surface. All I can hear is laughing, laughing, and the pound of my head, throbbing, throbbing, the water pulls me down, I try to scream, but I'm too weak, it's going to kill me! I can't help myself, I'm pulled down, down, down into the darkness of the water, and it's so cold, so cold, I'm shaking, shaking, shaking, voices are screaming my name, Jillian! Jillian! But I can't do anything but sink...

I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy. That dream... it meant something. I just couldn't figure out what...

I sat up and winced. The headache in my dream had transferred to the real world, and I felt like my whole body was throbbing with pain. Ouch. What ever had been on that rag that knocked me out was some pretty powerful stuff. It left me tingling, feeling on the edge of falling somewhere, but at the same time I had a totally insecure sense of safety. I closed my eyes and my head back, trying to get rid of the painful throbbing. What was going on?

"Oh, you're awake!" a sweetly familiar voice said. I looked up and smiled weakly.

"Sadly, yes," I muttered. "My head hurts."

"It should," Nick said with a tone I didn't understand. Worry? Acceptance? "You were knocked out by chloroform."

"Chrolowhat?"

"Chloroform. It's a substance that knocks people out. You're the first one awake."

I groaned, and tried to put my head in my hands to press against my temples, but I realized that my hands were tied behind my back to a bar of some kind. "This keeps getting better and better," I grumbled.

"Could be worse. One of the Twins had to be knocked out by force, and Peter..." he trailed off.

"What? Peter what?" I twisted myself to try to look around the room, but I couldn't see him.

"He's over there, in the corner, just out of your vision. He's got chains on just in case he wakes up and decides to try to fly, but... he got hit really bad. He's not going to be waking up anytime soon, and when he does, Hook's going to get him." His voice was sad, but there was something hidden underneath it that I could just barely hear but couldn't decipher, just like the first time. What was it?

"And you?"

"They decided to leave me awake. Why, I can't imagine." There it was again! I squinted at him, trying to see what I wasn't hearing. His eyes flickered nervously, but I still couldn't figure out why. "Um, what's up with your eyes?" he asked. This time, his voice was obviously just a nervous tone with nothing hidden.

"Sorry," I said, relaxing. "My head really hurts."

We sat for a couple moments in silence. His head hung down a little, obviously thinking. I stared at the wall behind him. Something was off. Not like what I had felt about the prank, but something with Nick...

"What are you not telling me?" I asked quietly.

He flicked his head up, flipping his blond hair. "What was that?" he said with just a hint of suspiciousness.

"Nothing," I lied. "Just talking to myself."

He nodded, and looked down again, but what had been in his voice was now hidden well behind his eyes. Even then, I couldn't tell what it was, but it was something important. I could at least tell that much. How important it was- Now, that was a different matter to be discovered altogether... And how long do I have to wait to find out? I wondered.

Nick's POV

She knew.

Oh my god, she knew.

Or at least, she suspected.

Oh. My. God.

What am I going to do?

Jillian's POV

So now, all I could do was wait. Wait for Nick to tell me what was really going on. Wait for the Lost Boys- my brothers- to wake up. Wait for Hook to unleash his newest terror, wait for him to torture me, wait for him to kill me. Wait for my fate to come.

Have I ever mentioned I hate waiting?

Sorry if there was a lot of POV changes, I just... felt like it. Critiques? Comments? Questions?
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