A/N: Hey everyone, sorry 'bout the wait. I have been detained by my parents who hardly ever sign me on, because I can't figure out the bloody password to get on! Here's to all my reviewers who keep me going!

Lysia Croft: Hey, sorry about the short chappies, I was using a huge font and when I shortened it, realized, holy cow, I have really short chapters! I will try to fix that.

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Chapter 12

Peter turned, having finished talking with the mermaid, and he realized what was happening the same moment the mermaid yanked on my arm. God, Peter, save me! He was by me before I could blink, and pulled me back, hissing at the mermaid. She screeched, a horrible, unearthly sound, and was gone in a flip of razor-tailed fins. As Peter held me close to him, so close I could feel his heart beat, he whispered, "Hook has the Lost Boys at the Black Castle..." He slowly released me, I took his hand, and we left the little rock. As we flew, I asked Peter how long it would take to get there; he told me it would be around 15 minutes. I slipped into horrible thoughts of what Hook would do to the boys I had come to love as my brothers. I began to sink in the air as my eyes began to fill with tears, and I roughly wiped them away, only to have more replace them. Peter must've seen my tears, along with noticing that I was flying a little too low, because he pulled me to himself, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me tightly, and I knew that if he hadn't been holding me, I would've plummeted straight into the water. I sobbed into his warm chest until his gentle rocking made my tears subside. He kissed my head unconsiously, rubbing my back asw I pulled myself together. He held me out from him a little so he could see my face when I stopped, and asked, "Are you alright now? Keep thinking happy thoughts, or you'll fall."

"Peter, I can't come up with any happy thoughts right now..."

"It's alright, I'll carry you there." He picked me up easily, so that my head was cradled on his shoulder, my cheek pressed up against his neck. He held me close,and I could've stayed nestled against his body forever, but we had more important things to do. When we spotted the castle, I felt content from being with Peter, so I flew out of his arms and took his hand again as we drew nearer to the Black Castle. We descended quickly, and Peter let go of my hand. He drew two swords out of the back of his outfit and said, "I brought these," and threw one to me, asking, "Can you use it?" I looked at the blade; it was carved with depictions of vines and fairies, and was very light. I had taken dueling lessons for a year in tenth grade, and had been teaching and practicing with my brothers when we acted out our stories. Peter held his sword, stepping towards me, challengingly. I accepted and we dueled; our swords clashing until we stopped dueling with our swords crossed in front of our faces. He said, "Promise me one thing," and stepped so close that we were nose to nose. He whispered, "Leave Hook to me."

"I promise."

He grinned, then said, "Wait here for my signal." and flew off.

"Wait here! Oy! PETER!" I yelled, trealizing a moment too late that my scream might attract unwanted attention. I hid behind a rock as quickly as I could, and about a minute later, Hook stepped out. I wasn't afraid, staring at him, but slightly enranced...he had peircing blue eyes and greasy, curly black hair. I wanted to watch him more...but I knew he was dangerous. Hook turned suddenly and pointed his gun right to where I was sitting. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, while he stared hard at me. He didn't see me though, so he turned back to the ocean with a smir on his face, just as the lightning flashed, revealing me. If he had turned then, I wold've been dead... Smee started shouting, so Hook turned and went back into the castle. I assumed that the reason Smee was yelling was Peter's doing, so I followed a few seconds after. I tiptoed into the caste, and I saw Peter resting on the gigantic claws of a stone dragon. He was shouting in a voice that perfectly imitated Hook's, "No. No. No..." while Hook asked him yes or no questions. Then it dawned on me...Hook was using Peter's voice to find him! I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, and when Peter shouted in his own voice, "Do you give up!" and Smee screamed, "YES!" Peter yelled, "I am-"

"-HISTORY!" said Hook as he let loose a bullet.

"PETER!" I screamed.

A/N: By the way guys, my neighbor Faust Love and I are writing a story together, and she is bummed b/c she has no reviews. Read the story, it will turn out well, scince I am helping to write it! It is actually quite good so far, some swearing and lots of romance. Also vampires. But it is good, so read it if you have time. The story is called Trouble comes in Threes. Thanks, and bloody READ IT! No, I'm not British, I am American, but I love the British accent! ;)