To Die, Will Be an Awfully Big Adventure!

~Hello! This is not my first Peter Pan story and it shall certainly not be my last. I do not own Peter Pan or any of the characters related to him. This story is following the wonderful movie~

Summary: Five years after the Darlings and the Lost Boys leave Neverland, Peter needs Wendy's help. A new pirate crew has come to Neverland. Captain Miles Rice and his evil crew have come seeking the legendary treasures of Neverland. Can Peter, Wendy, Michael, John, and the Lost Boys save their beloved Neverland in time or will they fall at the hands of Captain Rice?

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance

~Chapter One~ ~A Knock at the Window~

"Wendy, dear, could you please call the boys in for supper?" Mrs. Darling asked her now seventeen-year-old daughter.

"Yes, mother," Wendy, said as she stepped out into the backyard where her actual brothers, her adopted brothers, and her adopted cousin were playing what looked like football (A/N Since this story takes place in England, it would be soccer to Americans). "Boys! Supper time!"

"But Wendy!" Eleven-year-old Michael protested.

"It was not my call. Mother says to come in. Wash your hands before you come to the table." She commanded.

"Come on, you guys." Fifteen-year-old John said, leading the younger boys into the house and down the hall to their large bathroom to make themselves presentable for the supper table.

In the past five years, Mr. Darling became a very successful accountant, (A/N I don't remember Mr. D's actual job so if anyone knows please let me know!) Mrs. Darling was still staying at home with the children but Aunt Millicent had moved in with her newly found son Slightly and helped out around the house. The Lost Boys had started school for the first time. They liked it at first but now they loathed it so but they loved sleeping in actual beds in an actual house at night instead of in an underground hiding spot. The only one who wasn't happy after their adventures in Neverland was Wendy.

Wendy still had feelings for Peter and she always wondered if he had grow wiser and realized his true feelings for her. She would always daydream in class about how one day he would come to her window again and whisk her away to Neverland where they would live happily ever after just like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. This constant daydreaming caused her to do poorly in all of her classes and she was always in danger of failing which her teachers reminded her of constantly. She had very few friends and the only friends she had would never have believed her about her grand adventures in Neverland so she kept it secret. The only ones who knew about it were the ones who had actually been there with her. Everyone remembered all of the wonderful times and adventures they had but soon for the boys it seemed more like a dream than a reality. Soon Wendy began to wonder if it was all a dream too but then she would glance at one of her adopted brothers and she knew it was all very real. She always wished and hoped that one day Peter would come back for her and that he hadn't forgotten about her. He would come back, that she knew and that was the only happy thought she had nowadays.

"Boys, are you almost done?" Mrs. Darling called down the hall to the eight boys who were all trying to wash their hands at once so they could eat hurriedly and get back to their game sooner.

"Yes, mother!" Called seven of them and "Yes, Aunt Sylvia!" Called the other.

"Kindly hurry. We're waiting on you and at this rate by the time everyone gets here supper will be cold." Mr. Darling called from his place at the head of the table.

"We're here!" The eight boys said as they entered the dining room and took their seats at the long, imposing table.

"Yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist." Slightly said.

"Slightly," Aunt Millicent warned.

"Sorry mother, sorry Uncle George." He said as politely as he could.

"It's quite alright, son." Mr. Darling said as he began to serve everyone a piece of the ham that Mrs. Darling had been cooking all day.

"Wendy, your mother, Aunt Millicent, and I will be going to a dinner party tomorrow evening. You'll be in charge of your brothers and cousin. I trust you will be able to handle it." Mr. Darling said, obviously remembering the last time he had left his children alone. They were gone for days and came back with six other children.

"Yes, father," Wendy, said, looking at her food. If Peter were to come back it would be best if he came the next night.

"Good, it's settled then." Mr. Darling said as he began to dig in to his food.

The Next Night

"Goodnight, children. We shall see you in the morning so don't wait up." Mrs. Darling said as she, Mr. Darling, and Aunt Millicent left the house for a long evening with friends.

They had extended the children's bedtime so they were able to do the things they enjoyed before nine o'clock. Michael and Nibs were playing a game of chess. The twins and Slightly were playing with their toy soldiers, Tootles, Curly, and John were talking quietly in the corner of the newest talkie movie that had just been released in America, and Wendy sat in her mother's rocker reading a wonderful novel by Emily Bronte entitled Wuthering Heights. She desperately wished that Peter would visit her that night for she had not seen him in close to five years.

Later, as they prepared for bed, Wendy in her own room with John, Tootles, Slightly, and Nibs next door and Michael, the twins and Curly down the hall, Wendy thought to herself that this was Peter's last chance to show himself before she turned out the nightlight and would drift off into a deep sleep that had been nagging at her for hours now.

"Goodnight boys," she called before she closed her door.

"Goodnight Wendy," eight voices chimed back.

"Goodnight Peter," she whispered as she turned down the nightlight and slid under the covers and drifted into sleep.

~"Wendy! Please help! Hook has Tinkerbell and me; you're the only one who can help us! Please! Think happy thoughts! Bring the boys! Hurry!"~

Wendy awoke with a start. The sound of Peter's voice soothed her at first but when she realized that he was pleading with her for help she couldn't help but be frightened.

*Tap*

"What was that?" Wendy asked no one.

*Tap*

"Who's there?" Wendy asked coming out from under her covers and stepping towards the door.

*Tap, tap*

"John? Tootles? Michael?" She whispered as she neared her closed door.

*Tap, tap, tap*

This time it sounded more frantic. "Hello?" Then it hit her, the window! "Peter!" She said gaily as she saw the lean but boyish figure sitting outside on her windowsill with a tiny ball of light on his shoulder. "I'm so happy you came back!" She exclaimed when she opened her window and Peter flew in. "You're hurt!" She said noticing the large wound on his arm.

"Wendy, I need your help." Peter whispered in the darkness.