A/N: Hello all! First off I would like to thank the reviewers who convinced me to write this chapter – I didn't think anyone was reading my story anymore!
voided – I was so shocked how soon you posted your review! I had only just posted the chapter so thank you so much! I try to stick to the Peter Pan style as much as I can!
Blueberrie – Glad to know my most loyal reviewer still reviews!
ChaoticLightningStorm – Yah, burns do hurt! I should know – I was at school once and someone spilt a huge jug of fresh hot chocolate over my arm! You can see the scar! Thank you for reviewing– someone else who likes my writing style!
Just to clear up something a few people asked me – in the short part where it tells you about some people who were looking for Peter to find he was not there, it was the Indians, not pirates. Sorry I confused a few of you!
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the marvellous 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!
So, without further ado, give you chapter seven!
Chapter 7: I want the dream to end
Autumn looked up and watched as the Indians returned with no sign of any boy.
"Where's Peter?"
"We do not know. He not at tree house."
"I don't believe this." Autumn muttered, turning away and gazing into a dozen or more eyes staring anxiously at her.
"Where was I? Okay, I fell to the ground with a loud thud and turned around to see form of every pirate surrounding me! Hook crouched down and placed his Hook under my chin and my world went black!"
One Indian girl squealed with excitement as she listened to Autumns tale of how she ended up in Neverland.
"Next thing I knew, I was locked up in a dirty, disgusting cabin on Hooks ship! Thinking it was my own bedroom back ho-"
Autumn froze as she heard an all too familiar crow in the far distance.
"Peter…" she whispered.
Autumn jumped up and began to run from the fireplace. When remembering the children, she turned around to see a face of horror on each child.
"I'm ever so sorry. I must go – if I ever come back I will continue my story, I promise!"
At that, the children all smiled and leaped up to continue with whatever game they had been playing. Autumn ran away to the edge of the camp, up the nearest hill, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and…
"PETER!!!"
Autumn ran down the hill and back to the camp, waiting to see if Peter had heard her.
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Peter laughed loudly as he watched Tootles try to spin in the air, before only succeeding in making himself dizzy and. He looked over his shoulder at the ship where Hook's face was screaming with fury. Peter smiled and crowed loudly, to the Lost Boys delight and they all cheered. He flew swiftly down onto the shore, beckoning for the Lost Boys to follow. Peter gazed at the footprints and his face fell, remembering Autumn. He smiled again when he saw the Lost Boys attempting to land and failing.
"Now, for a game! Let's play…Hide and Seek!"
The Lost Boys jumped up and cheered.
"I'll count to three and you'll all hide." Peter explained. "Three, two, one, g-"
"PETER!!!"
Peter froze as he heard the far off call.
"Cor, blimey! Someone's really mad at you this time, Peter!" said Slightly.
"Doesn't sound like anyone we know. Who is it?" asked Nibs.
"Autumn…" Peter whispered.
"Who?" The twins said together.
Peter took to the air, but flew back down on remembering the Lost Boys.
"EarliertodayHookcapturedagirlcalledAutumnandshefellintothewaterandshewouldn'twakeupsoItookhertotheIndiansandnowshesawake!"
The Lost Boys stood with their mouths open.
"Cor, blimey! I've never heard you talk that quickly, Peter!" said Slightly. "Didn't catch a word!"
"We have to go to the Indians camp!" With that, Peter thrust Tinkerbell out of his pocket and showered the boys with fairy dust once more.
"Oh, no! Not again!" muttered Tootles.
Peter began to fly, starting at a slow pace so the Lost Boys had time to follow, then speeding up as they got used to it.
As soon as Peter saw the tops of the tents and the billowing smoke rising into the air, he sped up and dived down and the Lost Boys followed. Peter gazed around at them as they were flying past the Indians and yelled back
"Look for a girl with brown hair, white skin and blue eyes. That will be Au-"
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Autumn sighed and looked down at the sandy ground. What is taking him so long? He must have heard me! She kicked a stone with her foot and started to pick at her bandage. Maybe I should shout again. Autumn raised her head and smiled. Speak of the devil. There was Peter flying towards her with six boys, whom she assumed to be the Lost Boys, and Peters head was looking behind him talking to them. Her smile vanished as he got closer and she realized what was going to happen.
"Peter, look out!"
Peter's head spun around as he heard her voice and he met her eyes before…
"AGGG!!!"
Peter crashed into her knocking both of them to them to the ground and all of the Lost Boys toppled on top.
"Found her, Peter." Came the muffled voice of one of the Lost Boys.
"Autumn!" Peter said, delighted that she was better.
"AGGGGGG!!! MY HAND!!!" screamed Autumn for the second time that day as someone sat on top of it, causing pain to soar up her hand.
"What?"
"GET OFF MY HAND!!!"
Everyone immediately stood up, Autumn jumping up and thrusting her hand into the nearest bowl of water
"AGGGGG!!!!"
Autumn screamed a word Peter and the Lost Boys had never heard before and for a good reason as she yanked her hand out of the bowl of water, which had turned out to be boiling hot.
A healer rushed out of the tent at top speed, splattering half the water she was carrying over her, grabbed Autumn's arm and put it into the water which was, to Autumns relief, ice cold.
Autumn sighed and flopped down on the ground, wiping her forehead with her good hand. She gazed up at Peter and the Lost Boys who were standing transfixed at the scene, their mouths in the shape of o.
Autumn looked down at the healer who was reapplying her bandage. She took the old bandage off and looked at her burnt hand which was now red and blistering.
"Ugh!" muttered Autumn.
She looked up again and saw that Peter was biting his lip. Autumn burst out laughing, realizing how funny it must have looked. Peter smiled.
Once the healer had wrapped her hand up tightly and yelled a few words at her, Peter and the Lost Boys, she walked back to the tent muttering curses under her breath. This only made Autumn laugh harder. Peter grabbed her good hand and pulled her up off the ground. Autumn stopped laughing, took a deep breath and faced Peter.
"Um, thank you for rescuing me. Twice. I guess if you hadn't, I wouldn't be alive."
"It's just another adventure! Wait there a second and then we can go back to the tree house."
Autumn watched him run into the healing tent and she faced the Lost Boys with a smile on her face. They immediately took of their hats and bowed. Autumn laughed, took hold of her skirt and curtseyed.
"My name is Slightly, my fair lady."
"Nibs."
"The Twins."
"Tootles"
"Curly."
"Autumn. Lovely to meet you a-"
Autumn was interrupted by a loud crash and yelling in Mohican. Peter flew out of the tent, sprinkled Tinkerbell over them; grabbed Autumn's good hand and they took to the air, the Lost Boys leading the way. Autumn looked behind to see one of the healers yelling at them from the ground. She laughed and turned back to Peter.
"What did you do?"
"I only tried to thank them for waking you up."
With that he sped up, tugging Autumn along over Neverland until they came to a stop at a huge tree trunk which Autumn presumed was…
"The Tree House! You can be a new mother for the Lost Boys! Can you cook?"
"Cooking is one of the things I am worst at."
"Um, can you sew?"
"No."
"Tell stories?"
"Yes!"
Peter smiled.
"Great! You are the perfect mother."
He ran into the tree house, Autumn following.
"Wait a second. I can't be their mother. I want to go home."
Peter's smile vanished.
"Go home? You only just got here!"
"I didn't want to come here in the first place!"
"Oh…"
Peter looked at her as if he could never be happy again.
"Please don't look like that, Peter." Autumn said quietly.
"I may look how I wish." Replied Peter before flying through one of the holes which acted as a door and Autumn heard the sound of pipes being played from within the room.
"Please stay, Autumn. We don't get to hear many stories anymore." Murmured Nibs.
Autumn sighed. Damn Hook for capturing me in the first place and putting me in this position.
"I'm afraid I can't. I have a family at home. A mother, father and two brothers."
Autumn smiled, remembering them.
"Tell us about them, Autumn!"
"Yes, Autumn! Tell us stories!"
"Okay, just one."
Autumn sat down in the middle of the cosy, warm room, the Lost Boys gathered around her and she began to tell them stories of home. While she was telling them, she became unaware that the sound of pipes stopped and a boy with blondish hair and blue eyes was watching her, listening to her stories from the doorway of his room.
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