AN – Wow! Look at all the reviews I received for this chapter! I feel so honored! Wow I really love you guys. I know that these first three chapters have been a bit short. This one is going to be short also, but thats because I already had these written, and I needed to separate them. But now I will be writing the chapters one at a time, so they should become longer after this. I hope you like this part. Its all Peter this time. So enjoy. Lots of angst I think in this one. Though it also seems a bit rushed, but I guess thats the way this part is supposed to be. Oh well. Thank you all for the reviews!


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Shadows Descend


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Peter flew through the treetops, scanning for any sign of pirates, as well as keeping a watch on the lost boys and Wendy. He would never admit it. He couldn't admit it. He couldn't possibly reveal how weak he felt after the weird experience in the clearing. He needed to be strong for the others, and he needed to find Nibs. He was scared. He didn't know what was happening, or why it was effecting him. All he knew was that it had something to do with Nibs, and he was still in pain. Truth be told, the pain in his stomach had not fully retreated. It still throbbed. He didn't know why it still throbbed. That scared him. He really wished Tink was there with him, but she had vanished without so much as a chime of explanation. So he continued to look, scanning the forest floor on the way to the lagoon.

Wendy did her own scanning on the ground. She also made sure all the boys stayed together and that no one got lost. They all searched the area as they passed through. What they were looking for they didn't know, but the feeling of at least trying to do something somewhat palliated the anxiety they all felt.

Never did the trip to the lagoon seem so long. The constant scanning the ground seemed repetitive; and no one had any hope of finding Nibs along the way. Wendy motioned to Peter. He flew down and hovered just close enough so she could speak.

"How far is the lagoon?" she asked breathlessly. Peter flew up and took a look over the treetops. A hand pointed.

"Just over there," he called down, in a slightly strained voice. No one noticed though. Wendy bent down, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. The others mimicked her actions. Peter tried not to appear impatient. Granted, he was exhausted himself, but they had to find Nibs.

"I'll meet you guys at the lagoon ok?" he called down. Wendy could only nod, not bothering to look up at him. He pursed his lips and flew off, absentmindedly rubbing off a small ache in his right arm.

Wendy stood up and glanced at the others. The twins appeared to have regained their breath, and were watching Slightly and Tootles as they started up another argument. Wendy shushed them before it blew out of proportion. She turned to Curly, seeing him still bent over. But on closer look she realized he was crying. The small sounds he emanated were barely audible when others were talking. Wendy went over and placed her arm about his shoulders.

"Curly what's wrong?" she asked gently. His breathing hitched with a hiccup-like sound and he looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. The pain reflected in those depths made Wendy almost step back in shock, but she kept her composure.

"Something terrible is happening." he whispered cryptically, turning his head up to the sky. Slightly looked at him confused, about to speak, when two screams cut the air. One seemed to echo, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. They needed no hint as to whom the scream belonged to. The second scream was much closer, and accompanied by a thud. Curly turned a shocked face towards the lagoon. They all glanced at one another, before running head long towards their destination, trying as hard as they could to block out the horrible screams.

Wendy and the boys broke through the fringe of trees next to the lagoon just as out of breath as before. Peter was writhing in obvious agony on the rock near the water. His screams were much louder now, and Wendy wasted no time in reaching him.

"Peter! Peter!" she screamed, to be heard over his screams. She clasped his hand and pulled him to her, trying to alleviate his pain. His screams echoed Nibs' ghostly screams, each tearing the heart of the others. Curly clutched his ears desperately, dropping to his knees beside Peter. Wendy watched Peter's face as he twisted from side to side, arching his back. Sweat ran down his face and matted his dirty blond locks to his forehead. Curly grabbed Peter's other hand.

"Peter please. Please stop. Wake up Peter please." he chanted. The twins gasped and pointed at Peter's body simultaneously.

"Look!" They shouted. The others directed their attention.

Large, red, hook-shaped welts were slowly appearing on Peter's arms and chest. They turned a deep ghastly red before fading slightly. There was a faint line blossoming across Peter's abdomen, signs of the previous injury. Wendy clutched Peter tightly, bending down to rest her forehead against his.

"Oh lord. Oh this can't be happening. This must end. How could someone do something like this? Please make it stop. Please let this end, oh!" Tears formed in her eyes. Peter's screams died down, so did the ghostly screams, but he continued to shake in Wendy's arms. Wendy rocked back and forth, silently pleading with Peter to open his eyes. Slightly, Tootles, and the twins could only watch helplessly, not quite sure what to do. Slightly finally knelt beside Curly and cautiously placed his arm about Curly's shoulders, as he had seen Wendy do previously. Curly clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably. Whispered sentences poured from his mouth, and every now and then Slightly heard Nibs' name.

Peter's shaking ceased suddenly and his harsh breathing became barely audible. Wendy lifted her head so she could see his face clearly, panic beginning to set in at his too still body.

"Peter? Peter!? Oh God Peter!?" she shook him roughly. His head lolled lifelessly in her lap. She bent down. He had a heartbeat, he was alive. But his fair skin was deathly pale, too pale. The lost boys watched worriedly. Wendy continued to shake him, calling his name until the mantra echoed through the lagoon. The desperation reached a crescendo, and her screams reached unbelievable heights.

"TINKERBELL!"

And all was still after that. Wendy once again rested her forehead on Peter's, sobbing quietly to herself. Slightly held Curly as the boy cried for Nibs and Peter. Tootles, watching both, suddenly started when a small ball of glitter flew in front of his face.

"Tink!" he shouted, overjoyed and relieved to see her. "Tink you must help Peter!" he pointed. Wendy lifted her head at Tink's name and motioned towards Peter also.

"Please do something Tink!" she whispered, eyes full of hope. Tink hovered over Peter, and turned to speak to Tootles. Tootles translated.

"She wants water from the lagoon." One twin followed his command. He passed the bowl to Wendy. Tink hovered over the water and sprinkled it with fairy dust until it glowed. More chimes.

"She says he needs to drink that." Tootles spoke. Wendy pulled Peter up until his head was resting against her shoulder. Curly gathered himself together, and helped her to get Peter to drink the water. Peter swallowed on reflex, much to their relief. A few seconds, which seemed like minutes, passed silently; everyone watched Peter with hopeful anticipation, though none knew what to expect.

Peter suddenly gasped and his eyes shot open wide as he arched his back. He clutched desperately at Wendy and Curly's hands, which were still locked into his, though he was not aware of it. They watched as he forced himself to breathe, forced himself to keep breathing, and not pass out again. They all continued to watch apprehensively until his breathing evened out, and he seemed to relax in Wendy's arms. Everyone let out a collective breath, which they all seemed to have been holding.

"Tink..." Peter whispered weakly looking up at her, "You're....back." He coughed harshly. Tink hugged his cheek affectionately, chiming away. Peter smiled, still not aware of his surroundings.

"Well I hope you have some better news for us than we have been getting." They all saw her nod, but it wasn't because of good news. They had questions, and now, she had answers.


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Well I hope you liked! And now, on to the thank-yous!


Enola – Thanks! I practice really hard on perfecting my own style of writing. There are different ways I write that coincide with the mood being reflected in the section. Lol, Haha yea its a red-hot hook. I think it needs to show the many ways it can be used *wink* I love my evil also, but the sad part is, I can't really write torture. I am afraid to really really describe it. So the way I have been writing it lets the reader know whats happening, and then leaves it to their imaginations to play it out their own way. Lol there is a reason Peter is feeling everything. You will find that out I think next chapter. I am not going to give up hope on the reviews. I think that people are starting to like it! Yay! Thanks so much for being with me since the first chapter! (haha that sounds funny since this is only the 2nd chapter) oh well.


The Sadistic Cow – Great name. My brother would love it. Yes I know ff.net really is evil sometimes. I can't stand it! Haha yea poor Nibs. He is my favorite of the lost boys, and I really wanted to feature them more. As you can tell. Curly is Nibs best friend, they are really really close, if you noticed that also. Thanks, for liking my style, I told Enola about it in my thanks to her above this. Haha, yea Nibs is scared of the dark, but that will come into play soon enough. Yay! You decided to keep me! I feel so special! I'll check out that site next chance I get! Wahoo! Lol.


Katy – Yea there aren't enough Nibs fics out there. So I decided we needed one! I will keep updating as fast as I can for you! Thanks for reviewing!


Andrea – Haha yea, I think that there aren't really any Peter fics that are dark and angsty. You never see them. Its always one of Wendy's children going and meeting Peter and whatnot. That needs to stop, so I made one that worked! I'll continue as fast as I can I promise!


Ricky Ticky Tavi – Yea I feel bad for Nibs also, because he is somewhat like a pawn in this fic. But I hope that the story comes out as well as you hope it to! Thanks, I'll try to keep it up!


Thunder Rose – Haha, yea I wanted something really really original, you can ask Nat (Luvin_Gabriel). Hook is really not going to be playing games in this one. He is fed up with searching for Peter and wants to finish it now. Thanks for the review! And the compliments are very much appreciated!


Well there you go. I will try to get the next chapter up asap, but its going to be hard. I have a snow day tomorrow where I am going to be working on a 10 page English thesis paper due on Tuesday. I will be lucky if I can get it out tomorrow, but I doubt it. And this week is really packed. We will see, if I have time to write it in class I will! I love you all so much! Thanks for the reviews! It really makes my day!

MLA
Shauna