Hi guys! Thank you all so so so so so so so so so so soooooooooooooo much for the reviews!!!! I love you all! Thanks for your kind comments, Lynn! And to just clear a few things up:

Brittie- Wendy is going through A LOT right now, poor thing, she's losing the only boy she ever loved, a place she calls home, everything! She's got too much going on to think she might be pregnant… and what makes you so sure she is? ;o) heehee

Leggyluver- I'm sure you're a great writer!! Just give it all you've got, and believe in yourself!

Tiggerlily- Again, Peter is going through a lot right now too. As we all know, Peter loves to be in charge, and he hates it when anyone, anyone threatens his authority. In his eyes, he never makes mistakes, and feels Wendy is betraying him with not trusting his judgement. And on top of all that, he only hears what he wants too. But you have a good eye! That discussion will be big in this chapter.
and LET'S GO FLYERS!!!!

Next chapter: The Broken Throne

And by morning, it had not stopped raining. The children looked out of the hollow disgruntled, their small arrows and swords on their backs, wide awake and bushy tailed, ready to go out and face the day. But they couldn't, not when heavy drops of water fell from the sky. Most of them didn't remember what rain was, some only a small inkling from when they lived back in London. Blue looked over and saw Peter sprawled out in the bed, sleeping.

This was most unusual. By the time the children woke, Wendy would have their breakfast on the small wooden table, and Peter would be up, chasing them around the hollow until Wendy called them to eat. She climbed into the bed, and poked him in the shoulder.

He gave a small grunt.

"Peter," Blue called, "Peter, I'm hungry. There's no food."

"Where's Wendy?" He mumbled before he could stop himself. And then he remembered. She was gone. "Go out and catch it," He said without looking at her.

"We cannot."

"Why?" He growled into his arm.

"The sky… it's crying," Blue told him.

"Well then look in caves," He said.

"But…" She started.

"JUST DO IT!" He yelled, and a loud clap of thunder followed. He felt a small amount of weight leave his bed, and he heard the door of the hollow open followed by a bunch of tiny little feet. He rolled over, and stared up at the ceiling. He then felt a sudden pang of guilt for making them go out in the storm.

Wendy.

Why did he tell her to leave? Why didn't he stop her?

Someone cleared their throat beside him. He turned his head. It was Amanda.

"May I say something?" She asked.

"No," He growled, and turned away from her.

"Just… just listen to me," She said. "Twice this girl has left you. Twice she has decided to grow up rather than be with you, yet you still mourn for her! She's not like us, Peter. She's not like me. I would never leave you."

He looked at her incrediously. "Do you hear at all what you speak?" He shook his head. "You don't know Wendy."

"Well it doesn't seem like you do either!"

He sat up and stared at her. "Don't you ever say that again,"

"Peter, I'm just trying to…" She began. She rubbed his arm. "I'm here for you, okay?"

Peter snatched his arm back. "The children are hungry." He turned his back to her.

He must have fallen asleep. For when he awoke, the hollow was empty, all except for a little woman with wings sitting on his nose. Her bright light must have woken him.

"I'm trying to sleep," He said.

She flew up. "Liar," She jangled in her outrage, and pointed out the window to the sky.

"Yes, I see it." He said.

And Tink was off, yelling at him for letting Wendy leave, and letting Amanda stay.

"Wendy wanted to go," He told her.

Tinkerbell shook her head and mimicked someone crying. Peter felt his heart drop.

"Just admit you miss her, and we can go get her," She chimed.

"I thought you hated Wendy," He said.

She shook her tiny head, and pointed at Amanda who entered the hollow soaking wet. Peter waved her off with his hand. "Not you too," He said, and went back to sleep.

The fairies were beside themselves with worry. They had only seen it rain one other time, and that hadn't been for very long. And now it had been pouring since before the sun rose. Something was terribly wrong. And if this didn't stop soon, Never Land was doomed.

Amanda stared at the empty chair that was usually occupied by Peter. He didn't even turn over in bed to look at her when she called him for dinner. The children ate hungrily and loudly, but she could tell their supper of leaves and berries was low on their list. They were used to rich pork, and other meats. But as it rained, all of the animals had sought shelter in caves, or in small holes in the ground were even the tiniest of children could not fit. Amanda fixed a plate, and walked over to Peter. She set it down beside him with a small clunk.

"Peter,"

"Leave me alone."

"Peter, this has gone on long enough. Now come eat."

He turned to her, his eyes burning, and with a sweep of his hand, sent the plate crashing to the floor. He then turned over his back to her again.

"Maybe later," Amanda said, and left him alone.

Later that night, Tinker Bell's outrage had Peter thinking, and he couldn't sleep. Not like he could sleep without Wendy there anyway. It was just like it was when she had left him to go grow up before. But now it was worse, so much worse. She hadn't hated him then. He stuck his arms behind his head as a cushion, and stared up at the ceiling. The mud was growing darker in some spots, he'd have to patch it soon. It was funny what sort of things popped into your head when you were trying not to think about the person you always thought about. It didn't even feel like home without Wendy. This place was so lonely without her. He wanted to hear her voice ring out in the hollow, and lay under the stars with her. He wanted to see her smiling face, feel her close to him. He wanted her. But what he had was Amanda, a girl that had betrayed him in the worst possible way long ago. And what now? Had she really changed? Peter's legs ached from laying in bed so long, and he stretched long and hard. He had to do something to get Wendy off his mind. He sprung up, and with a surprising realization, he realized he couldn't fly.

What the hell was going on?

He leapt into the air again… and fell flat on his face. Angered, he got up and did a few laps around his bedroom. Then, he climbed onto the bed, jumped--- and fell on his back. He hit his shoulder on the ground, and nearly cried out with pain. Frustrated, he buried his head in his hands.

Amanda entered the room, looking worried. "Peter?"

He didn't answer her.

Amanda walked in and found him sitting on the floor. She had watched the whole scene play out. He couldn't even fly anymore. That would help her in the long run. "Peter?" She asked again.

For a minute, either said anything, and just listened to the thundering storm outside.

Amanda walked to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Finally he looked up at her. He reminded her of a wounded animal. "Hey," She whispered.

He lowered his head again.

"Can I get you anything?"

Again, no answer.

"What are you doing here?" He asked finally. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn't used it in years.

She stared at him, "What?"

"What made you come back to me?"

"You found me, Peter."

He said softly, "I must find Wendy again."

Amanda sat down next to him. "I don't think you can."

He knitted his brows in anger.

"She's made it pretty clear that she doesn't want to be with you anymore."

"Why do I talk to you at all?" he snarled. "Don't you think I heard you? Upsetting Wendy before she left?"

"Peter---" She started, "Of course I was angry with her! She's giving you up AGAIN! But you always manage to forgive her, and not me!"

"She never tried to kill me!"

"That's in the past!"

"You're the reason Wendy left!"

"Peter!" She put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a massage. He closed his eyes at the feeling of it.

"Better?" She asked.

"No. No, it's not." He wiggled out of her grasp.

"I can make you forget all about her with one touch. One touch. Won't you let me?" And she covered his lips with her own.

Heeheehee Another cliffy!!!!