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Chapter 17: The Final Fight

"Wendy," Peter told Amanda. "I can't forget her. I want Wendy."

Amanda's eyes turned cold. "You just made your last mistake." She turned on her heel, and ran sobbing from the hollow, into the rain.

"Amanda," Peter began to follow her. "Amanda, wait."

Wendy and Tinker Bell arrived at the hollow to find it deserted except for the sleeping children. "Peter?" Wendy shouted, "Peter, are you here?"

The children began to stir.

"Stay with them, Tink. I think I know where this is going to end."

"It's always about Wendy," Amanda said as she set her trap into motion. "Wendy, Wendy, Wendy." The trap was simple yet brilliant. It was one of her specialties. She'd trap Peter in the net, and slice his throat. No need to break a sweat. She grinned at the mermaids and they watched in stunned silence. Amanda heard someone coming. It was showtime. She quickly gave her trap a quick once over, and then hid behind some bushes.

Peter walked up, squinting in the rain. "Amanda?" He turned to the mermaids. "Have you seen here?"

In unison, they pointed to a rope on the ground. Peter followed it with his eyes. It lead up into a tree where a net was waiting to be triggered. He withdrew his sword, and with a fluid motion, cut the rope. The net came crashing down, and Amanda jumped out of the bushes. Her face fell when she saw him. "Oh, Peter, you came after me!"

But he just glared at her and shoved the net under her face. "All that time out at sea, and you use the same plan." He had been set up! He had been tricked by her once again.

Amanda withdrew her dagger. "Well, there's no more use in denying that I want you dead." She brandished her dagger. "Remember this? You should."

He shook his head, "I won't fail this time."

And so the great battle began. They fought for a long time, until the sun was beginning to sink. But Peter wouldn't be the victor. Amanda had her dagger at the base of Peter's throat. "And so ends the infamous Peter Pan."

Peter locked onto her gaze.

She drew her arm back, ready to strike---

"PETER!!!" Wendy yelled, running to them. Tinker Bell and the children were right behind her.

Despite herself, Amanda turned which gave Peter time to roll out of the way. He kicked her dagger out of her hand, and plunged his sword into her. She collapsed to her knees, and then fell over.

Peter was exhausted, and it disgusted him. He never got tired from a fight. Never! But then, Wendy had come back, and he knew he didn't have much time… He slumped to the ground, and turned his back to Amanda. He opened his arms for Wendy. She was a sight for sore eyes.

But before Wendy could reach his embrace, he gave an odd gurgling sound, blood spilling from his mouth. He fell face forward, Amanda's dagger in his back. With her last ounce of strength, Amanda had plunged it into his back. She grinned at Wendy, and then fell back to the floor, and didn't move. She was dead.

From Wendy's point of view, when she saw Amanda fall, she thought it was all over. But then she saw Peter collapse. She got to her feet and ran to him, screaming. "PETER!" She got to her knees beside him. Blood oozed from his chest.

"Wendy," He said softly.

"I'm here," She cried. "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I'll never leave again, I promise!" She looked around helplessly at the sky. It still thundered and poured. "What more do you want?" She cried to the Never Land. "I'm here! I love him! I love him so much! We're having a child! Please, please don't take him away! Don't take him away from me!"

"Wendy," Peter moaned, "Wendy, it's too late."

"It's not too late," She cried, "It can't be. I love you." She got back on her knees beside him. "How do I save you? How? I'll do it, anything."

"You don't," Peter gurgled. "Listen, Tink's going to take you and the children home… before I disappear… before everything does. You're going to live, Wendy."

"Not without you." She whispered, and brushed his hair back with her hand. It had saved him before, why not now? And just as she did on the Jolly Roger, she kissed Peter softly and sweetly.

But the rain had not stopped.

Wendy was beside herself. She didn't know what else to do besides sit as close to Peter as possible, hold his hand… and wait. Wait for the thing she feared the most; and think of a future without him. He was dying, and there was not a damn thing she could do about it. She looked to him. He had fell into a sleep, his breath ragged and hollow. Shiny tears leaked down out of her eyes, the salty taste of them on both their lips as she kissed him. "I don't know what to do," She whispered. "Someone help me."

The children stayed a few feet away in a small circle, talking with the Indians. Tinker Bell hovered above them, weeping.

"We have to take him to London," Wendy announced. "Doctors there can help him."

"He would not survive the journey," Tiger Lily told her.

"We have to do something!" She shouted. "We cannot just wait for him to…"

"It is what is coming," Tiger Lily replied. "Without Peter, we are nothing… dreams. Memories."

"Aren't you scared?" Wendy asked.

Tiger Lily turned to the children, and then back to Wendy. "You should go. I will watch over him. Go."

"Send the children home," Wendy replied. "I'm not leaving him. Not ever again. If he's going to die, I'm going to die with him."

There was a collective gasp from the children. "No, Miss Wendy!"

"No!"

"Come with us, Miss Wendy!"

Wendy cried harder. Her children loved her again!

Tiger Lily placed a hand on Wendy's swollen tummy. "And what of them?"

Wendy's breath caught in her throat, "Them?"

"Two."

Twins. Peter would have loved that. Wendy's small shoulders shook as she cried.

"To live is never an easy choice," Tiger Lily said. "But to force death is unacceptable."

"I can't," Wendy whispered. "I can't. He's all I know. This place… is all I know. I have been living here before Peter ever brought me to Never Land."

There was a large crashing sound. Wendy turned, and a few of the palm trees that lined the shore were uprooting themselves and vanishing into thin air.

"You must leave now!" Tiger Lily urged.

Tinker Bell sprinkled them all quickly with fairy dust, and gave the children kisses.

Wendy ran over to Peter and grabbed his hand. He was still unconscious. "Peter! Peter, if you can hear me… I love you! I'll always love you, I'll never stop!" She put his hand on her belly. "They're twins," She whispered.

Peter opened his eyes a fraction, "Twins," He whispered with a smile.

"Yes, baby, twins." She said, sobbing.

"I love you, Wendy. You're the only person I loved." He whispered.

The wind was growing so fierce, she could hardly hear him.

"I love you too, Peter." And she kissed him one final time.

"Now get out of here," Peter whispered. "You have to."

Tiger Lily all but pulled Wendy away from him. Just as Wendy tried to push a happy thought into her mind, she began to get an unfamiliar cramping in her stomach.