A/N: A super big thanks to my reviewers:

Lysia Croft: Thank you, and yeah, sir Pent annoys me too. This might be a bit darker than the original version, but that's because I made the characters a little older, thus the possibility of more mature relationships.

mabfairy: Yes, the ending will be cute, but it won't be the end! Mwahahaha! I am going to write a sequel about Wendy and Peter after the story! This is my official announcement, but I won't be starting it until I am done with this story, which will be a while. laughs kisses to you too. What language is your first? Thanks 4 reviewing!

Karaniya-broken: Yep, Wendy, behold, has a sense of madness in her, just like the rest of us, so she's allowed to go Mwahaha! laughs also you're funny! And yes, I hope you will think my newest chappies are sweet too, and it'll only get better! I hope...

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Lilmizzrebel31: Yeah, I decided to change the whole plot around, and it is now loosley based on the movie. Hmmm...I might do the Tigerlilly idea, but maybe not. Don't worry, I usually write it on paper in my spare time, so I already have quite a few ideas. Thank you for putting me in your favorites! cries happy tears. Yeeeeeeeessss, M, dirty! Nyahaha! I may make it less dirty and keep it at T, just because I'm no good at descriptions, I've never had a boyfriend...(Just kidding, I had to freak you out there! We weren't really "official") whatever...

And no, I do not own any Peter Pan charachters, J.M. Barrie is the genius here!

Chapter 10

Peter and I awoke, luckily, before the boys the next morning. I was curled into Peter's smooth bare chest, and he had an arm wrapped around my shoulders. He tried to remove his arm without waking me, but to no avail. I opened my eyes and smiled, my blue eyes meeting his turquoise ones. My eyes immediatley became concerned; I had heard him whimpering again last night, and had held him close, hoping to soothe him. He asked me, What? with his eyes. So I asked him again about the dream, and I had forgotten that he has arather short temper. So when he didn't tell me, I persisted until he leapt off the bed, saying in a clipped tone, "I told you before, I don't want to talk about it. That's final."

"I think you should, so maybe I could help you with it!" I said somewhat icily. We were standing on opposite sides of the bed, and the Lost boys had gotten up from the shouting.

"I CAN'T TELL YOU ABOUT IT, SO SHUT UP ALREADY!" Peter bellowed.

"JUST TELL ME, YOU IDJIT!"

"SHUT UP ALREADY BIT-" by this time I had gotten so frusterated with his stubbornness, thet I slapped him as hard as I could. Then I looked at my hand, and thought, Bloody hell, what did I just do! in anguish at my actions. I looked back up at Peter, who had a large red spot on his face, and was staring at me with anger and sadness burning in his eyes. Before I could open my mouth, he was out of the house. I collapsed on the ground, and all the boys surrounded me, trying to make me feel better. I absent-mindedly thought, Why aren't they consoling Peter?

"Don't worry, he'll think about it and be back feeling better in no time." said Tootles, who had shot me, but was the sweetest of the lot of them. I nodded mutely and then said, "I think I need some rest...you all go hunting or something..." and as soon as they left, I threw myself on the bed and cried. I had never felt more guilty in my life, including the time I put laxative into my Aunt Millecent's milk. I sobbed until I was too tired to stay awake.