A/N~****I'm back! Heard from a few of you but feedback really motivates me!! HINT HINT! Okay anyway. Onto chapt. 2! Oooh yea

To my reviewers: thanks!!!

Boogalaga: haha-- yeah Captain Hook's a bit different, I was trying to portray him a little bit differently, sneaky instead of just plain dumb. I kinda thought the whole hat thing sounded a bit like him, though. Almost like Jack Sparrow with a decidedly evil edge.

TallemeraRane: thanks so much! Please keep reading and tell me if something's dumb. Oh yeah, I love pirates of the Caribbean!!!!!!*****

Inside The Hollow Tree, about 3 a.m.

Peter and Wendy are sprawled on Peter's cot, fast asleep, his arm laying heavily on Wendy's delicate waist. It rises and falls as her chest expands slightly with each breath.

John, looking a bit older and more toned, is in a deep slumber snoring loudly on each intake of air. All is still except for a mouse scurrying around the shadows. The Lost Boys, all 8 of them, are lost to the world in their dreams of Indians and Pirates. Tink is silently glowing on a ledge above Peter's head.

The stillness is broken by a SWISH and a PLOP as a red-haired young woman lands ungracefully on the dirt floor.

"Holy codfish!" Peter exclaims sitting upright. "You've got to stop coming at 3 in the morning Harmony, I might murder you by accident one of these days."

"Sorry, Peter Pan. You know I can only sneak out at night!"

Of course by now the whole room is stirring and there are shouts of:

"How'd I end up on top of you?"

"Where's the fire?!"

"Why's it dark outside?"

"I can't see anything!"

"Where's Peter?!" (the Lost Boys, of course.), and

"Peter, what is going on? I must object, it really is much too early…." utters John. And finally,

"Oh, Peter, I had the most wonderful dream! You and I were…"

"SHUT UP, WENDY!" screams a chorus of whiny voices, coming from the Lost Boy's mouths. "We don't want to hear about your lousy dreams, or the phases of the moon, or the names of every single flower in the garden, or" screeches the eldest Lost Boy.

*(A/N- can't you just hear Wendy say that? I'm making the lost boys a little more ornery than before, hope you all don't mind. O yes, also Peter and Wendy are a little older. I was tired of them being around 12)

"Settle down, boys, settle down. Harmony's here, and we all know how hard it is to escape Hook, so let's listen to her. Gather 'round, boys." recites Peter.

There's a shuffling as the Lost Boys struggle to form a circle around the amused Harmony. Wendy lays down, her head in Peter's lap, next to John, who looks quite befuddled at the moment.

" Oh Harmony, do tell us what's the matter! I so hope we can help you." Wendy comforts.

"All right, I suppose I should start. I know almost all of you, and I'm sure you all are aware that I'm a slave on Hook's ship, but I'm definitely on your side as far as the fighting is concerned! Just know that." She adds quickly, looking a little frightened in spite of herself. Nervously twiddling her fingers, she continues, "I just thought you should know that Morgan's back and Hook's got some dumb trick up his sleeve, probably completely harmless, but I wanted to alert you anyway." She looks around expectantly at blank faces.

"This can't be good. I hadn't calculated our survival on Morgan returning, but I suppose we could work this in…." John muses.

"Harmony, do you know who he's got working for him? He can't attack on his own, he's not sharp enough. He's got to have some backups." peters quips.

"Well, when I heard him talking to Morgan, he did mention some kind of 'leverage' as he called it that he didn't have last time. But goodness, there's been so many 'last times'."

" See what else you can find out, and report back here with information. Be careful! Morgan's a dangerous guy to tangle with." peter warns.

"Of course. Glad to be of service." Harmony sweeps a quick curtsy and darts out of the room.

"Back to sleep everyone, we'll talk in the morning." mutters peter, his eyes already half closed.

"But if they accumulate 5 more men than last time, we'll be outnumbered 3 to 1" mutters John, talking in his sleep.

Wendy, wordless, leans over Peter and plants a whisper of a kiss on his pink lips, snuggles up under his strong arm and closes her lashes.

***Well? Sorry they're short I'm working my way up to longer chappies. Please review! Love ya's

~~sunflower**