Yeah, sorry I took so long to review. Anyway, I've got...let's see...*pulls out her calendar* 24 days of vacation time, where I'll be away from my computer, and 55 days of at-home-computer-time, so I'll used those 55 days to do my summer homework and update these stories. ^^ later!

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Zim finally found John and Mikael after they were separated by the cannonballs from the pirate ship. He led them down to the forest floor, being extra careful to not go near the lagoon again. They all landed in a clearing in a crowd of young boys.

"Pan's back!" one of them cried. He yanked on another boy's sleeve and ran to Zim. "It's Pan!"

Cries of "Pan!" filled the clearing as the boys swarmed away from something on the ground and attached themselves to various parts of Zim. John and Mikael were lost in the midst of the Lost Boys. John gleefully started filling his pockets with the rocks thrown by the Boys.

"Hey, get off!" yelled Zim in a panic. "I mean it! What's with you wormbabies?!" He glared furiously at the rabble. The kids backed off a little bit, regarding Zim with curious stares.

One little boy stepped up. "Pan, what's wrong with YOU? It's us! Your Lost Boys!"

"Yeah!"

"We even shot a Wendiara Bird down for you!"

Zim squinted and rubbed his eyes. "Wha---a Wendiara Bird? You shot Wendiara?!"

Gallybelle fluttered up to his face. "They thought she was a threat, Zim. They did it to protect you. Besides," she added somewhat grumpily, "She's not dead."

Zim started breathing again. "Well, where is she?" He looked around for the girl.

The Boys, disappointed at Zim's reaction, pointed to where Wendiara lay on the ground. John and Mikael gazed at her with curious expressions. John knelt down and poked her gently in the arm. "Is she okay? She's got a bump on her forehead; did she fall? How long is she gonna stay like this? Hey!" He grabbed the arrow and tugged gently on it. "It was only stuck in the lining of her nightgown!" Carefully he extricated it and tucked it into his pocket.

Wendiara's eyes fluttered open. Slowly she sat up, holding one hand to the lump on her head. Calculating eyes took in the scenery and focused on Zim. The eyes narrowed dangerously.

Zim gulped.

"YOU LITTLE IDIOT!" Wendiara shrieked. "YOUR STUPID BABIES ALMOST KILLED ME! I'M GONNA SHOW YOU THE RIGHT WAY TO BEAT STUFF INTO THE GROUND!!" She leaped at Zim and tackled him to the rocky ground, systematically smearing mud in his face and pounding it with rocks and dirt clods.

The crowd of boys was silent, standing back and watching this fiend incarnate beating on their beloved leader. One of them craned his neck to get a better look.

"Hey," ventured Nibs in a loud whisper, "shouldn't we try and stop her?"

One of the Twins gave him an incredulous look. "Are you serious, man? You WANT to get in the middle of that?"

Nibs nodded. "Never mind."

Gallybelle darted into the fray and snatched at one of Wendiara's ebony curls. "You cut it out, you frilly little s--!"

Wendiara spun around and glared at the faerie. "Go on. Finish that sentence."

Zim took this opportunity to scramble out of the way of her wrath. Wendiara barely noticed.

Gallybelle stuck her face right in Wendiara's face. One could almost see the heat from the girl's glare withering the faerie's wings. The little fae quailed under the intense scrutiny. "I uh...um...nothing?"

Wendiara slowly stood up, towering over Gallybelle. "That's what I thought. Now-if you don't want to see rocks get shoved up Green Boy's Arse-" Zim paled noticeably. "Then I suggest you evacuate this area immediately. And don't plan on coming back."

Gallybelle darted away, leaving a glittering wash of faerie dust to drift in the slight breeze.

Wendiara looked around at the rest of the silent Lost Boys. "Anyone out there who wants to be known as Rocky, forevermore?"

Not even a cricket chirped. Gods know Wendiara would have gone after it and beat the hell out of it.

She nodded decisively and planted her hands on her hips. "Then I'm taking control of this little band of boys, until further notice...ah hell, I'm just taking over."

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Oooo, spooky yes? Kit always strike terror, and in some cases, perverted lust into people's souls. But that's another story. Review please! I had to kill some people with my army of kender! And boy, are they're pockets bulgy. But that's another story too. Review!