A/N: Hi all, sorry about the long wait, but I couldn't get on the internet at home. To make up for it, I'm posting 2 new chapters gasp ;D. Enjoy, and thanks to my latest reviewers: IlovePhil and Karaniya-broken. Hope you guys like this chappie, and don't forget to review!

Chapter 6

My brothers had nearly been shot! Peter said urgently to Tinkerbell, "Tink, take care of the boys. Leave the rest to me." So off she flew, Mike holding her tiny hand. Then Peter said to me, "Wendy, you go with; follow them." He gave me a lingering glance and then I flew off, turning just in time to see Peter fly towards the pirate ship. I flew until I saw Mike, a little speck, with John. I flew after them as fast as I could, but they went into a sharp dive, down into the forest. I couldn't see them at all, so I flew toward the spot where they'd dissappeared. Tink had, by this time, taken Mike and John into the house under the groundand located the Lost Boys. (A/N: Wendy learned this a bit later, in case you were wondering.) She had told the Lost Boys that Peter's orders were to shoot the Wendy-bird. I saw small sticks hurtling towards me, and as they got closer, I realized, Those are bloody arrows! and about a split second later I was dodging them. One grazed my shoulder and I began to panic; I couldn't move fast enough! I turned, trying to dodge another, and I turned back to see another directly in front of me, just in time to feel it strike, then my world went dark.

(A/N: I hate cliffies too, and I was origionally going to make this one, but decided against it. Lucky you!)

When I awoke, I couldn't move, speak, or even open my eyes. But I could hear. My chest hurt a lot, and I was flat on my back. I could hear whispers, and sensed people standing around me. Then I heard Peter's voice.

"Hello boys!" he said exitedly, and everyone around me jumped a bit. "Good News! I brought the girl who tells stories! She is-"

"Dead..." said a new voice, and I felt Peter drop to his knees beside me, and put his hand on my stomach.

"Tragic." said voice #1.

"Awful" said another.

"Good shot though." said a slightly thick voice, who I was now annoyed with.

Peter took the arrow off me - it had shot into Peter's acorn!

"Whose arrow?" he whispered in a deadly tone.

"Mine, Peter, mine..." said the thick voice. Then he said, "Stike, Peter, stick it into my heart!" With such anguish and guilt in his voice that I managed to speak.

"No..." I moaned. At my speech, everyone gasped.

"The Wendy lives!" said voice #2. "Thank heavens..." said the thick voice.

"I could feel them all crowd around me. Peter reached into my shirt, his fingers lightly brushing my skin. He pulled out the acorn.

"It's my kiss!" he exclaimed, "My kiss saved her!"

"Let me see it-" said voice #1, "Aye, that is a kiss; a powerful thing."

"We should carry her down to the house," said Peter, and with that, picked me up in his strong arms and flew. Soon he stopped, and I heard a ton of creaking, and then Peter took off again. There was no breeze, so I figured that we were inside.

"Wendy!" screamed John, and poor Mikey started to cry.

"She's not dead, calm down," said Peter "She's been hurt, but she'll get better soon. I promise." He laid me tenderly down on a very soft surface, and covered me with a warm blanket. "Get better Wendy, you've only had one adventure." he whispered, then kissed me on the cheek, making me feel cozy and drowzy. He walked off, and I fell asleep, smiling.