A/N I'd only just posted Chapter 2 when I was already getting reviews for it! So a big thanks to everyone who is still bothered to read my chapters and for reviewing!

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Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the marvelous and wonderful J. M. Barry. Where would we be without him?! All characters except Autumn so don't take her away from me – she's all I have in the world of writing!

Now for the story which I have yet to think of but it will be there when you're reading this! (Hopefully...)

Chapter 3: More Disaster and a Burn

On the island were about thirty Indians all armed with knifes aimed at them. They were all shouting in a foreign language. Autumn immediately began to fall. "Oh, I forgot. Me and the Lost boys are at war with the Indians." Explained Peter with a grin on his face. "Autumn?"                                                                                                                       Peter turned to the empty space where Autumn once was and looked down. He looked just in time to see her fall into the sea. The Indians began charging into the sea with the hope to capture her.                                                                                                             Autumn swam to the surface only to wish she hadn't. All thirty Indians were charging towards her with angry war expressions pasted onto every face. Great. First I'm captured by pirates and the moment I'm free, I'm taken by Indians! Why, of all days, did Peter have to be at war with them?!                                                                                                         Autumn, worn out, stopped struggling for just a second. It was a second too long. She felt something grab her ankle and begin to pull her down. Autumn tried to fight against this but something else only grabbed her other ankle. She looked down and saw two mermaids swimming quickly into the darkness that was the bottom of the ocean. Autumn began to run out of breath and her lungs screamed for some oxygen. At least I died tragically.  Autumn breathed out…          _________________________________________________________________________________________              

Peter immediately drove down as Autumn was pulled under. As he hit the ice cold water, he swam back to the surface. He took a deep breath and began to swim down. The salty water stung Peter's eyes but he had to keep looking.

He was beginning to run out of breath so he resurfaced, much to the Indians delight. They began to cheer and run after him spears held high. Peter took another breath and began to swim harder. This time he saw her. Relief washed over him but went as soon as it had come – he still had to rescue her.

The mermaids were circling her limp body, deciding what to do next but Peter made up their minds. He swam up and hissed at them sending them swimming away, leaving Autumn behind.

Peter swam up to her and began pulling her to the surface. All of a sudden he realized he was about to run out of breath and nothing but sea surrounded him. Peter closed his eyes in determination and began to swim faster. After a few seconds, he wanted nothing more than to relax and breathe out but he had to keep going.

Just a little further! There's the sun! Almost there! My goodness, she's heavy! Come on, Peter!

He couldn't hold on any longer when he burst out of the sea, causing the Indians to fall back in shock. Peter laughed out loud and crowed. He had rescued Autumn! This would make a great story to tell the Lost Boys. He flew to the shore and lay her down, and with a smile, began to shake her.

"Wake up, Autumn!"

However, she stayed as still as a rock and her eyes stayed shut.

"Autumn, the mermaids have gone. You can wake up now!"

Peter continued to shake her but stopped when she made no signs of being awake. Tinker bell flew up to them and stood on Peter's shoulder.

"Why won't she wake up, Tink? What do you mean she won't wake up? She has to be the Lost Boys mother and she's only just arrived. I saved her, didn't I?"

Tinker bell simply sighed and slowly fell into a sitting position. The Indians slowly crept around, their smiles and war faces gone – they had never meant for anyone to get killed. Being at war with Peter and the Lost Boys was fun – only a game.

"What should I do? We have to wake her up!" An Indian stepped forward and dropped his spear.

"Take to our healers. They wake her up." Peter picked up Autumn and flew towards the Indians camp, the Indians following by foot. As soon as he saw the smoke from the fires and the tops of the Indians tents, he flew down and came to a halt to be greeted by the women and children.

"Please, you have to wake Autumn up!"

A woman signed for Peter to follow her into one of the tents. Peter lay her down on one of the beds as four healers came in and began to tend to Autumn.

 Peter left the tent and joined the children around the fire, not in the mood at all to join in with their game – storytelling. He sat and gazed into the fire, edging closer to dry himself…

Peter decided there and then that he hated waiting more than anything else. Apart from growing up. He sat by the fire for days, waiting for Autumn to wake up. He did not want to do anything else, except sit and listen to the occasional story that was told.

When he could not take it anymore, he told the Indians that he was leaving and to tell him immediately when Autumn stirred. He slowly flew back to the tree house as he was not feeling very happy to fly at full speed.

When Peter reached the tree house, he fell to the ground, just like Autumn had fallen into the sea. The place was a mess. The table and chairs where they ate were upturned and plates, bowls and cutlery were lying scattered on the floor along with…

Peter smiled and stood up. The Lost Boys weapons were scattered everywhere and they themselves were nowhere in sight.

"Lost Boys!"

Silence.

"LOST BOYS!!!"

More silence. Peter sighed and began clearing the weapons up so he could make it across the room without hurting himself, while trying to remember to chase them around Neverland when they got back. Maybe Autumn would be able to teach them to clear up after playing inside. He began to pick up the plates and bowls when he noticed the table was marked. Peter ran his fingers over them. It looked just like the marks from a…

"HOOK!"

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Aggg, why do I feel so sick? What the hell happened anyway? All I can remember is the mermaids. The mermaids?! AGGG-

"-AGGGGG!!!!!"

The Indians fell back in surprise, causing the kettle of water to fly into the air and spill all over Autumns hand.

"AGGGGGG!!! MY HAND!!!!"

One of the healers ran out and immediately returned with a tub of freezing cold water, before thrusting Autumns hand into it. By now, Autumn was wide awake and she looked around and into the faces of the Indian healers, now laughing.

"What's so funny, and where on earth am I?"

The Indians, unable to understand, simply ignored her and began talking in excited voices. Autumn looked at her hand which was bright red from the water. She took it out and the healer immediately grabbed hold of it and put it back in. Autumn sighed and flopped back onto the bed, trying to piece together what happened.

Hmmm. I remember the Indians faces. Have they taken me captive? What about the mermaids? All I can remember is…drowning.

Autumn frowned at this as she was clearly alive. She cleared her throat and tried to get the healers attention.

"Me here – how long?"

"Err, ten."

"Ten days?!

The Indian nodded, before gasping and talking to her fellow healer. The only word Autumn caught was Peter. Peter?

"Where's Peter?" asked Autumn. The Indian said something to her before running out and in again with one of the Indian warriors.

"Peter! Where is he?"

"Peter brings you here. We find him and tell him you awaken."

"Peter rescued me?"

"Yes. We go find Peter now."

The Indian spoke a few words to the healer before walking out. Autumn heard him calling the other warriors. Peter rescued me. Again. He'll probably make me clean up the tree house or something like that. But first, I need to think of a way to get home…

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Peter flew through the air, now with ease. Another fight with Hook would take his mind off Autumn. It had been ten days since Autumn had fallen into the water. Peter flew over the very spot she fallen and sighed. She's sure taking her time.

Peter swooped down low, skimming the water and gazed through a hole in the ship at the pirates surrounding the Lost Boys. Assuming Hook was in his cabin as he was not on the deck; Peter flew to one of the many windows and looked in.

Sure enough, Hook was sitting inside and playing his music maker again. (He did not know the name of it.)

Peter reached inside the little pouch slung across his chest, smiled, and threw a stone through the window before quickly ducking and flattening himself against the ship, quite invisible to anyone who looked through the window.

Hook stopped playing the music maker and opened what was left of the shattered window.

"WHO'S THERE?"

Peter smiled even wider and was in danger of laughing.

"SMEE!! Fix my window!" yelled Hook, crossing back over to the music maker. Smee came in, examined the damage and went to get a broom. As soon as he had hobbled off and Hook was once more playing, Peter reached inside the pouch once again and threw a stone through two more windows. Hook yelled out in anger before slamming his fists down on the music maker, making a horrible sound.

"COME OUT WHOEVER YOU ARE!!!"

An idea crept into Peter's mind. Staying hidden, he picked up all the stones from his pouch and threw them through all the windows. Hook yelled out, this time in fear and ducked down, his hand covering his face as glass flew everywhere. This time, could not help it. He laughed out loud, causing Hook to stand up in rage and run out of his cabin, sword in hand.

"COME AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, PETER!"

"I am afraid that is not possible, Hook. I am not an old codfish like you, I am a boy!"

Peter flew up, laughing and swooped down again, cutting the Lost Boys binds in one swish of his dagger.

"AFTER THEM, MEN!" Hook screamed at the pirates. (A/N: Hook seems to be yelling a lot in this chapter! Lots of capital letters!)

Peter grabbed Tink out of the pouch, looking slightly bruised after being kept in what was once a bag of stones, and shook her up and down over the Lost Boys. They all took to the air, cheering before the pirates could so much as reach them and began to fly back to the tree house.

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 "He's not here. No one is."

"Where would they be?"

"Who knows? Let's return to camp. We can come back later."

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I'm soooo bored. They could at least have given me something to do. Where is Peter? For someone who can fly, he's really quite slow. Autumn began picking at her bandaged hand and a healer snatched it away. She shook her head, as to indicate not to pick it. Autumn sighed.

"Hurry up, Peter. I want to go home."

A/N: Hope you like it! Keep reviewing and I'll speak to you all later!