I am SOO sorry for not updating sooner!! I have been really, really, really super busy and my muse ran away so I had no inspiration whatsoever. But I put up enough Missing posters and he came back so all is well and I can continue writing. Hope you all enjoy this chapter and thanks for all the reviews that you guys gave me, I love them! So review this chapter too please...

Wendy awoke to blinding sunlight and a slight pain in her neck. She closed her eyes again and sat up, feeling something heavy slide down her side and coming to a halt on her hip. She turned around and smiled. Peter lay asleep on the floor, hand now on her hip and a small smile playing on his lips.

The night before came back to her in a rush. Peter had come back to life, they had danced, he had kissed her in front of everyone, and they had eventually fallen asleep on his bed of furs. Wendy sat and looked at Peter for a moment. She loved his long, dark lashes, and how his hair was always messy. He had a paper-thin scar across his stomach and Wendy ran a fingertip across it, sending shivers down Peter's arms.

Not wanting to wake him up, Wendy quietly slipped off of the bed and padded outside into the cool morning air. The grass was afire with tiny dewdrops, illuminated by the sun and the birds were singing with all of their hearts. She closed her eyes and inhaled the aroma of the forest, filling every inch of her lungs with sweet air. Opening her eyes and exhaling slowly Wendy felt a presence behind her and didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Its such a lovely morning." Wendy said.

"Yeah." Peter said not even looking around. He just stared at Wendy's hair, which was glowing with sunlight; she looked like she had a halo.

Wendy turned around to look at Peter who, she found, was staring at her. She smiled at him and he returned it.

"Wendy?" Peter said, looking down at his feet.

"Yes Peter?" Wendy replied.

"Do you miss your home?" Peter said and Wendy just stared at him open mouthed. Home. She had been so busy in Neverland that she had forgotten about her home. The harder she tried to remember it the farther away her memories got. She couldn't see her mother or father's face and she had even forgotten what Nana looked like. It was all a vague dream to her, and that scared her, but in a far away way. It was if something in the back of her mind was telling her to be afraid but the rest of her brain was living for the moment, wanting to forget grown up things.

"I should..." Wendy began and Peter looked up at her, sadness written all over his face. "But for some reason I don't. I love it here Peter, I love being.... being wi-with you." She was hesitant to say the last part, for fear that Peter's feelings had changed for some reason and that he would be afraid of feeling once again. However, Wendy had noticed that ever since they had aged a few years Peter had acted differently. He expressed emotion and wasn't afraid to show it. Wendy knew that she had changed too. She had feelings and desires that were not there before, and she hoped that Peter had developed them as well.

A slow, and goofy smile spread across Peter's face. It was the type of smile that you can tell that they are trying to hold it back but their lips just get kind of puckery and their eyes shine. Wendy knew that he did not want her to know how happy it made him to know that she preferred being with him as opposed to growing up.

"Are the boys awake?" Wendy asked, attempting to change the subject a little.

"Not yet, they had a wild night." Peter said. Wendy looked around for something to say but she couldn't think of anything. There was an awkward moment of silence then Wendy spoke.

"How about you go and wake them and I will go gather something for our breakfast?" Wendy suggested. Peter looked a tad put out but then covered it up with a smile. He went back into the house and Wendy turned around, walking into the forest. She looked in the bushes for fruit or nuts but found none. Continuing deeper into the wood, she was so consumed by her search that she did not notice a group of dark figures gathering behind her on the path.

She did not notice something was amiss until she found a bush full of berries and, turning to pick them, she thought she saw something flit out of the path and into the bushes. Wendy looked intently at the spot where she had thought she saw something but there was nothing. She shrugged and picked the berries, popping a few in her mouth.

A burst of light startled her and she looked up to see Tinkerbell, sitting on the highest branch of the bush. The fairy glowed with an orange light and smiled sweetly at Wendy. Goosebumps crept up Wendy's arms and all of a sudden a gag was thrust in her mouth. She tried to scream but the gag got in her way. Her head was forced around and she found herself face to face with Captain Ebony Raven.

"Hello Wendy Darling. I have heard so much about you from my little friend here." The woman motioned to Tinkerbell who was now red and had sprouted horns. "I think you and I, should talk." Wendy's eyes were wide with fear and she struggled against the grubby hands that held her.

Wendy was dragged all the way to the shore, literally. She was held by her bound arms and the rest of her body was left to bump and scrape over the rough ground. Rocks cut her legs and her pants became tattered. Tears streamed down her cheeks at the pain but she did not allow herself to sob or make any noise. At one point she was dragged over a particularly large root and her ankle came down with a crack. She shrieked and the pirate that was holding her rewarded her with shake. Wendy knew that her ankle was either badly sprained or broken and the pain was unbearable. She blacked out.

Peter and the lost boys sat around the table, waiting for Wendy. She had been gone for nearly an hour and they were beginning to get worried. Slightly has suggested that they go out and look for her but Peter had decided against it, not wanting to crowd Wendy for their last conversation had been rather awkward. But Peter could not suppress the coldness building in the pit of his stomach. His Wendy could be in danger, she could be hurt, he didn't know what he would do if he lost her again. Deciding to go out by himself, Peter stood up. The boys all looked at him expectantly and he realized that he would have to make up a good excuse to go by himself.

"Errrmm I am going to go to the bathroom." Peter said and the boys looked at him skeptically. Suddenly Michael began to cry, diverting all of the attention from Peter to him. Peter took this opportunity to disappear, and he flew outside in search of Wendy. He flew into the forest in the direction that Wendy went, looking all over for a sign.

He could see her small footprints in the soft woodland soil and he followed them until he came to a sight that made his heart stand still. Larger, booted footprints began to gather after Wendy's, following hers until Peter saw a large area of torn up soil and roots. Peter knew what had happened, pirates had kidnapped Wendy. He was about to fly away when he saw a faint glittering on the bush. Turning to look at the sparkling leaf he saw, to his horror, fairy dust and he recognized it as Tinkerbell's.

Soooooo how did you like it? Was it worth the wait?? Please review, I want 100 reviews by chapter 10. I know that is a really super high number but I have never had 100 reviews before and it would be sooo cool to get them. SO that means that I need.....craptastic....18 reviews for this chapter and the next. Are you guys up to the challenge?? I hope you are cuz I wont update till I get 18 reviews! I promise promise PROMISE to review as soon as I get the 18 so yeah review!! Love you all! –K8Y