PLEASE READ THIS: Two chapters in one day, okay missy, you've gone too far!!! But no, it is my gift to you all for being so great! I didn't mean to offend anyone by saying that this is my last Pan fic that I will be writing. I just seem to have lost my passion for writing Peter Pan fics, but this is one of the best I have ever written, and I'm glad all of you love it so dearly. I do still have a passion for writing Harry Potter fics, and if you'd like, check them out! I love you all! Gracias, and good night.

Chapter 20: The Intruders

Wendy and Peter were exhausted with the twins. Peter laid on Wendy's bed, sound asleep, Wendy curled under his arm. It was really a sight to be hold, two young parents with time to actually sleep. But their sleep became interrupted when Mary walked in and suddenly woke them. "Wendy… Peter…"

"Wasssammatter?" Peter mumbled.

Wendy yawned and opened an eye, "Oh, hello, mother… are Jane and Andrew still asleep?"

Mary nodded, "Yes, sweetheart, but there's something else… you and Peter have to come downstairs right away. We have company." She wrung her hands, and left the room.

Peter was already snoring again.

Wendy giggled. "Peter,"

No response.

She thought a minute, and then kissed him deeply until his eyes fluttered open. "Hey, hey, hey… isn't that what gave us the twins in the first place?"

She giggled again. "Mother wants us. She said we have company."

"I could go for you waking me up like that, anyway," He said.

She smiled. "Come on." She tugged on his arm, and the two walked down the stairs hand-n-hand.

When they reached the dining room, Wendy saw two people a few years older than her parents sitting down next to each other at the table. Her father stood in the doorway, and her mother sat across from them. Wendy felt Peter drop her hand and walk a few steps forward.

Wendy knitted her brow, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Mom?" He asked weakly. "Dad?"

Wendy's eyes grew large. She stared at the strangers to Peter. And then her fine mannerisms kicked in. She walked forward and extended her hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Wendy."

Her mother caught her eye and shook her head quickly.

"What's going on?" Wendy asked, withdrawing her hand.

"Wendy, this is Mr. And Mrs. Newman, Peter's parents. They want Peter to go home with them… back to America."

Wendy felt like she couldn't breathe. No… not after everything that had happened… someone couldn't try and take him from her again! "NO!" Wendy screamed, grabbing Peter's hand. "No! No, I won't let you!"

"Wendy!" Mary screamed.

Mr. Darling pried Wendy from Peter, who had not said a word since seeing his parents. He drug Wendy into the den. "Wendy, stop it!"

"They can't do that, daddy," She sobbed, "don't let them do it."

George pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wendy, listen to me. They're his parents, his legal guardians, and he's but sixteen. If they want too, they can."

"I love him, daddy. He loves me, he won't leave."

"Peter doesn't have any say in the matter."

"But we have children." She protested, "We were going to get married."

"If you got married before they showed up, it would be fine. But that's just not the case. Give him some time with them, Wendy, okay?"

"Okay," She whispered.

"That's my girl," George said, kissed her forehead and walked out of the room.

Wendy sought sanctuary in her and Peter's room, and watched the twins sleeping. She looked down at Andrew. Andrew. Peter had said that was his middle name, and his father's middle name. She sighed. Was she really going to lose him again? She didn't know if Andrew felt her staring at him, but he began to fidget. She scooped him up quickly as to not wake Jane, and began dancing around the room, humming a lullaby. Mary opened the door and stuck her head in. "Oh, there you are, precious."

"Hi, mom." Wendy whispered.

"Alice and Terence would like to see their grandchildren."

Wendy froze and stared at her. "On a first name basis with them now?"

"Wendy," Mary walked in and closed the door. "Wendy, I want you to listen to me."

"I'm listening."

"They're not bad people. They just have not seen their son in a very, very long time. They're just parents trying to get their child back. Do you have idea how agonizing that is? What if, God forbid, your children went missing. How would you feel?"

"I'd feel horrible." Wendy whispered, "I'd go crazy."

"So you can imagine what Peter's parents have been going through all this time."

Wendy didn't answer.

Mary bent down and picked up Jane. "Come on, darling."

Wendy picked up Andrew, and followed her mother.