That morning Wendy awoke to the hushed but excited voices of the boys. They were running about the house with great enthusiasm. Peter realized Wendy's bright eyes watching them and drifted over to her. "Morning." He chirped. Wendy realized why they where so excited, they where grabbing there weapons. Which meant there was a battle somewhere, which meant adventure. "What's going on?" Wendy asked through a yawn. "Hooks back!" The twins cried in unison.

"And he's really angry now, swearing to kill peter at all costs."

"Oh," Wendy said in her motherly tone. "Aren't you scared Peter?"

All The boys just laughed at this question. "Me scared?" He said cockily. "Never, Specially if it means an adventure."

Now it was Wendy's time to laugh. His cockiness was enough to make anyone giggle just a bit. Wendy quickly grabbed her sword, "We ready."

Peter stopped; he hadn't expected Wendy to come. "Your coming?" He asked chocking back a squeak.

Thinking quick slightly said while ushering the boys out of the hide out, "come one boys, why don't we get a head start, because peter always beats us by ages. Peter thanked slightly dearly and made a mental note to do him a favor. "Peter?" Wendy said with complete confusion. "Why would you ask a question like that? Oh course I'm coming I always come."

Peter took a deep breath. "Idon'twantyoutocomecauseidon'twantyoutogethurt." Peter spoke so fast that it came out as one long word.

"What?' Wendy asked tilting her head like a confused puppy.

Peter took another deep breath to slow his pumping heart. "I-don't-want-you-to-come-cause-you-might-get-hurt." Peter stared into Wendy's blank expression, and thinking quickly he add. "Because then no one would heal our wounds."

"but I…" Wendy pouted.

"Wendy, please."

Wendy couldn't stand it. Peter had put on one of those irresistible faces, and Wendy was never able to resist.

"Fine," she grumbled. Stomping off to the rocking chair to knit.

"Thanks," Peter new how disappointed she was, so making sure they were completely alone he leaned in an gave her sweet peck on the cheek, before running off. Wendy's heart skipped a beat and when he was gone she sunk into the chair, dreaming.

Soon Wendy had cleaned the whole hide out and gotten prepared for any injuries. The medical kit sitting open on the floor, and beds made. She was bored. What could she do? She was alone, while all her friends where out having fun. She couldn't stand the loneliness. So ignoring the words peter had spoken she grabbed her sword and ran out to help.

Peter was having a heap of fun. Each time hook attacked peter would doge and then throw in an attack of his own. But one by one each lost boy was captured until peter was the only one left. Quickly while the boy was occupied fighting the remaining scallywags brought out long tom.

Wendy flew onto the ship just in time to see the pirates aiming the cannon at peter.

"Peter!"

"Wendy?"

BANG!