A/N: To everyone the biggest THANK YOU I can give. I have finally written this chapter after getting rid of the virus and sorting everything out. You probably have noticed that I am a few chapters short and some of the names are slightly different. This is due to me fiddling around with everything (it got VERY confusing at one point!) so don't panic!

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Chapter 7: Anger and Annoying Boys

Peter awoke the next morning and slowly let all his senses return. The first thing he felt was something or someone leaning against him. He slowly opened his eyes to see Autumn's sleeping form leaning on him, and her hand was still held in his. He smiled as he saw her face was truly peaceful for the first time in a while. Peter rested his head gently on hers and slowly went back to sleep.

1 Month Later

"AGGG!!!"

The voice of a twelve year old girl rang through Neverland. However, considering the fact she was being chased by a sword which was far from blunt, you couldn't blame her. She ran and ran until her sides ached and she needed to stop to get her breath back.

In this time, the boy had caught up with her, and drew his sword high above him before 'killing' the girl in one swift movement. She took one last gasp of air before falling to the ground.

Unable to hold her breath for one moment longer, she began laughing and opened her eyes, staring into the dancing ones of the boy, standing above her.

He reached down for her hand and pulled her up causing her to fall on him, knocking them both to the ground. Rolling over, the girl continued to laugh hysterically.

"Have you been sneaking the pirates brandy, Autumn?" laughed the boy. This only resulted in a fresh pearl of laughter from the girl.

Rolling onto her back, they lay side to side, looking up.

"Autumn?"

"Yes?"

"What does that cloud look like?"

"which one?"

"There." He pointed to the one slightly to the left in the bright blue sky.

"Ummm…I'd say it looks most like…Hook when he's angry!"

They both laughed and when there was silence, the boy spoke again.

"Autumn?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"I'm bored."

Autumn grabbed his hand and pulled them both up into a standing position.

"Okay. What d'ya wanna do?"

"Ummm, I dunno. How about practicing sword fighting?"

"But I don't know how to use a sword."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you! Let's go to the tree house and I'll get my other sword – you can practice with that!"

He flew into the air and hovered waiting for Autumn to catch up, grinning.

"I'll have to give you flying lessons too!"

She smacked his arm, before grabbing hold of it to stop herself falling.

"I'm getting worse all the time!"

Peter laughed and hand in hand, they flew to the tree house.

Autumn sensed something was wrong before they had landed. What stood before them was half a tree house and half a pile of ash, soot and half-burned wood, smoke billowing out.

"Hook…" she muttered to Peter. She turned to him, observing his expression. At first it contained shock, then anger.

"Where are the Lost Boys?" Autumn asked.

Peter ignored her before whispering so quietly, Autumn almost lost what he said.

"I have to see the Indians."

With that, he took to the air and flew off before Autumn had even left the ground herself. She carefully stepped lightly over the wood and ash. She had had enough experience with burns to know what she was doing was stupid but she had to look, for Peter.

Most of what was inside was damaged and beyond repair apart from the old blankets and cooking equipment. Autumn walked over to what was once Peter's room retrieved his spare sword and a bag to put the unharmed stuff in. She was just about to set off when she noticed something glisten amongst the ashes. She ran over and prodded the ash away with the stick. There, almost half buried, was a simple midnight blue stone on a silver chain. Wondering where it came from and who it belonged to, she put it around her neck and stepped out of the ash.

Sword in hand, she began to fly, before…

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, knockin them both to the ground.ansing ones of the boPeter landed swiftly and ran to the great fire in the centre of the Indians camp, where most people were gathered.

"The Lost Boys here?"

One woman pointed towards the Healing Tent and as Peter followed her gaze, his heart sank. He walked over to the tent getting slower and slower. Five boys about his height ran past him screaming, holding blindfolds, bows and arrows and one carrying a sword.

"¡Vayamos buscan a gente!"

Peter watched them disappear into the woods which signified the end of the Indian camp, before walking over to the large tent and stepping in.

It was just like he expected. All six of the Lost Boys were either lying down or sitting on a bed; all injured in some way whether it was burns or cuts.

When the ones who were sitting up saw who it was they all immediately began yelling at him before the healers silenced them. Peter walked over to Slightly who was sporting a large, but shallow cut cheek and a couple of bandages which Peter guessed covered burns.

"It was Hook. I saw him just before…"

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"We were all inside playing a new game Nibs invented when I began to smell smoke, so I looked up and the roof was on fire. It almost killed us but we got out just before we were all hurt. Tootles got hurt the most. He pointed over to the bed which Tootles was lying unconscious in. Both of his arms were bandaged up tightly and the one on his head was stained with blood.

One moments look was all it took. His face set in a determined expression, he quickly made for the exit.

"Peter!"

"What?" he turned back to Slightly.

"Where are you going?"

"To pay Hook a visit."

"Oh, okay. Where's Autumn?"

"She's…"

Peter looked suddenly horror stricken as he realised where he had left her.

"She could be anywhere! I have to look for her!"

He ran outside and took to the air once again, heading for the remains of the tree house.

­­­­Autumn fell down screaming and she grabbed hold of a tree branch to stop herself from falling down and killing herself. Breathing heavily and holding on for life, she looked up and then down.

Great. Just great. What do I do now?

It was still too far so she slowly placed her foot on the branch below and began climbing down, eventually jumping when the branches ended. She picked up the sword she had dropped while falling and began walking, not taking her chances with flying again.

She had been walking for five minutes when the rustle of a bush made her jump. Cautiously, she carried on walking, looking around.

You're getting paranoid! It was probably an animal or the wind.

The swift sound of a sword hacking down a branch crept through the air

Definitely not the wind. The best thing to do now would be to RUN!!!

Autumn began sprinting through the woods as it gradually began to get dark. It was not long before she was well and truly lost.

Oh, crap. It's all so different from the air! Which way do I go now?

That question was answered as three boys appeared out of nowhere and the one with a sword held it to her throat.

"Sosténgalo."

"What?"

"Venido aquí, Caton. Traduzca para nosotros. ¡Ella no entiende una palabra!"

A boy appeared from behind and stood next to the boy who was holding the sword.

"He said 'Hold it'." Explained the boy.

"Great. One problem." Autumn replied. She brought her sword up and held it against the one at her throat.

"I'm not unarmed."

"No haría eso si era usted, mi pequeño amigo."

"He said 'I wouldn't do that if I were you, my little friend."

"I'm not little! And why not?" yelled Autumn.

The translating boy turned to the one holding the sword.

"Ella dijo 'porqué no?'"

"Porque a menos que ella pueda luchar cinco contra uno, ella no lo hace shand una ocasión."

The translating boy smiled and turned back to Autumn.

"He said 'beacuse unless you can fight five against one, then you don't stand a chance.'"

Good point. I have no idea how to use this piece of junk and even if i could, I'd be wasting my energy.

"Well, it's been nice speaking to you, but I'm trying to look for someone. So if you don't mind..." Autumn quickly turned around, only to bump into another one who had been standing behind her the whole time.

Autumn heard the voice of the one with the sword laugh and say,

"¡Ella es tan estúpida! Tomémosla de nuevo a campo."

She feld a number of hands grab her from behind and begin to tie her hands up.

"GET OFF ME!!"

They payed no attention and when she began to struggle the boy with the sword and now hers as well came round to face her.

"¡Todavía asimiento! ¡Usted es cosas de fabricación justas peores para se!"

"What?"

"He said 'Hold still! You're just making things worse for yourself!' So do it!"

"In your dreams-"

"¡Silencio!"

Autumn glared at the sword boy before blackness covered her eyes.

"Where'd the light go?"

This only caused the boy who understood her to laugh before translating to the others, making them join in with him.

Great. I'm going to MURDER Peter!!!

Peter landed by the tree house and fell to the ground in anger. He kicked a piece off wood and took to the sky. Noting it was getting dark made him more angry, knowing what could be in Neverland during the night. For all he knew, Hook might not have left for his ship yet.

However hard he tried, Peter couldn't concentrate. The images of the Lost Boys injured would n't leave his head. He landed quickly so he wouldn't loose flight due to thinking of things that brought him anger and sadness. Peter vowed there and then that he would get Hook for what he did.

Giving up on looking for Autumn as it was now almost impossible to see his own hand in front of him, Peter thought of finding her in the morning and kept that in mind as he tried to find somewhere to sleep. After all, there was nowhere else to stay. They didn't have a home anymore.

"¡Prisa para arriba! ¡No deseo conseguir perdido en la obscuridad!"

Autumn stumbled along through the woods with the group of boys. After all, it is quite hard to run while being pulled along in the dark. Something caught her shin and pain shot up her leg.

"STOP! I've hurt my leg!"

"Ella dice que ella está lastimada su pierna y peticiones de parar."

"Autorización."

Everyone halted and Autumn fell to the ground. Her blindfold was removed and when she looked at her leg she screamed in shock. A large gash had appeared along her leg, blood dripping out of it quickly.

"¿Ahora qué vamos a hacer?"

"Alguien la lleva. No somos ése lejos ausente de campo."

Her hands were untied and she was picked up by one of the boys. This time, Autumn did not complain as she did not want to try walking on it.

Within a few minutes, the scenery changed and she realised she was at the Indian camp. She was carried into the Healing Tent and sat on a bed. A healer rushed over and the boys started explaining.

"Autumn!"

She looked at the source of the noise and smiled.

"Slightly! What happened to you?"

"Let's just say we were still in the tree house when it happened. We all were."

Autumn looked around and her smile faded.

"I bet Peter was angry."

"Yep. So where is he now?"

"I don't know. I thought he was here."

" He was. That was before he went looking for you."

"Oh, that's just great." She one of the boys on the arm. "Why'd you have to go and capture me? Now Peter's out looking for me and he isn't going to find me!"

"¿Caton, qué ella dijo?" He turned towards the translator.

"Ella dijo ' porqué capturamos la porque Peter es el buscar su y lo isn?t que iba a encontrarla '." The translator explained.

"Tell him to say sorry! All of you."

"Apesadumbrado. Usted los individuos lo dice también!"

"¡Ninguna manera!"

With that the boys all ran out of the tent, leaving a frustrated Autumn behind.

"Idiots..."

The healer laughed as she bandaged up Autumn's leg.

"So what happened, Autumn?" Slightly asked.

"Those idiots thought it would be funny to threaten me with a sword and – hey! They still have my sword."

"¡Consígalo por la mañana! Morning!" The healer yelled.

Autumn lay back down, frustrated.

"Next they blindfold me and tie me up and i cut my leg while the dragged my back here!"

Slightly laughed at her exasperation.

"Now all we have to do is find Peter…"

­A/N: So there you go, chapter 7. It took me a whole day so I'm glad I got it done!

Here's the question: Just when you're reviewing (If you are going to) could you maybe give me an idea of what you want to happen with Peter and Autumn? Any ideas will be welcome – thanks!

Some of you may realise which language I used for the Indians and if you're going to tell me it's the wrong one, it's because I couldn't find anything that translated from English to Red Indian.

Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes – my spell check stopped working after I added another language. Remember to be good and review! Thanks! here!"and in front of him, Peter thought of finding he