Chapter 21- Enhanced Senses lead to a New Home; An illness leads to a shocking Discovery

Marco and the others stood on the shore of the island. The morning breeze was blowing past them steadily, stabilizing the heat of the sun. "Who are these people? Why do they want "vengeance" and even if they do, we don't know if we're their targets." Peter said.

In his mind, Marco was concentrated on his surroundings. He felt a sharp rise in energy and could feel a blast moving toward them at hyper-sonic speed. He opened his eyes. "We've got about 5 seconds to get out of here before we fry." He yelled, grabbing Katherine and flying into the air just as the blast crashed into the island's core, vaporizing it instantly.

"My gosh, what the heck was that?" Katherine asked. "That was just a warning shot, I think they're on to us, but they don't know where we are. We need to get back to the fortress and seek shelter there immediately." Marco said.

They arrived at the fortress in about half an hour. Marco very quickly explained the defensive protocols to Wendy and Peter, despite having to "dumb it down" for Peter himself. "I have a feeling they'll be searching for us. So I'm putting this place in lockdown until it's safe." Marco said. He pushed a button on the ladder, causing the entrance to the fortress to seal, trapping them inside.

Later that night, Peter and Wendy lay in their new bed. Wendy was suffering from a horrible migraine, and it wasn't going away anytime soon. "You need to cool down, Wendy lady. Here, this will help." Peter said, taking a very wet wash cloth and applying it to her burning forehead. "Peter... I... I feel horrible... Like I'm going to die." She whimpered silently. Peter shrugged her remark off, lifting some water to her lips and helping her gulp it down.

Wendy lay her head down, closing her swollen eyes in an attempt to leave the pain behind, but it was no good. Peter left the water by her side, kissed her lips lightly, and walked out of the room.

Marco was leaning against the wall. Katherine had fallen asleep, but he had chosen to stay awake to help Wendy get through this sickness. "How's she doing?" He asked. "Still the same. No improvement yet." Peter said, his head hanging low against his chest.

Marco placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and said, "Peter, don't give up. Give it some time; she'll be alright. Pray to God and he will listen." "Why did you help us?" Peter asked. Marco giggled and softly said, "That's what friends do for each other; they help each other, they care for each other, they defend them as if they were their family. I helped you to continue in my promise to protect the people I love, which includes you, my brother. I love you as I loved my own family; honestly, you're the only real family I have now."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked. "When I went to America, the German Luftwaffe, that is, the German Royal Navy, was bombing England, my home country. This included my family and your mother and father. It's a miracle you came for Wendy when you did, as the Darling household was all but burned to the ground the following day." Marco said.

Peter heard Wendy call his name and he rushed to her side. "What's wrong, Wendy lady?" He asked. "M...M...M...M...Marco. I need Marco." She gasped.

Marco ran into the room. "You wished to see me, Wendy?" He asked. "M...M...M...Marco, please, what.., what's happening... To... To... Me?" Wendy gasped, vomiting a little in the pale of water. Marco cupped his chin, sighed, and threw up his hands, saying " I'm sorry, but I don't Wendy. I'm as confused as you are. Maybe if we let it run for a little bit, then we can find out what it is you're suffering from." And with that, he left the room.

"I'm so... So... Weak; I'm so hot; it...it feels like I'm... Im on... on... fire." Wendy gasped again, shedding tears. Peter rubbed her forehead with his wet hand, which seemed to calm her for the moment. He lifted some more water to her lips, which she drained instantly. Peter kissed her wet lips lightly, causing her entire body to relax at the contact.

"P...Peter." Wendy whispered. "What is it, Wendy lady?" Peter asked. "What... What is happening to me. I feel so horrible, I can barely move, the pain is overwhelming. I feel so sick; I think I'm going to die." Wendy said. Peter tried to say something, but she screamed, "I'm so scared; I don't know what's happening to me and I'm so scared about it; I don't know what to do!" The tears came rushing in without warning like a flood. Peter was soaked from the waist down. He gently laid Wendy's head against the pillows and the darkness enveloped them whole.

Marco rubbed his eyes in the darkness, fatigue finally beginning to take hold. He stretched his arms and legs, refusing to succumb to sleep's eternal call. Marco sat up, splashed some water on his face, and began crying. He fell on his knees and whispered, "Jesus, please; your servant comes before you, humble and desperate, to ask you for one thing: I beg you to save Wendy Darling."

Surprisingly, Wendy's symptoms were as good as gone the next morning. She woke up to a cramp in her back. She slowly stood up and twisted, feeling the satisfying popping sound that signaled the cramp's end. Peter was laying on his back, lost in sleep.

Wendy suddenly felt a force building in her lower stomach. She ran for the restroom, slamming the door and vomiting into the toilet. She slowly stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She rubbed her sore stomach and widened her eyes as an idea came to her: Am I Pregnant?