A/N: Sorry, I hope to get this on the net soon. This chapter isn't that well written, just to warn you...hope you like it anyway! Don't forget, I own nothing!

Chapter 14

I awoke due to coldness. Peter was trying to drag me back up on the rock, which was quickly getting smaller- the tides. He dragged me up, after I helped him a little, and I laid on his chest, holding him as tightly as I could. He held me too, and he looked into my eyes and said, "Well, I suppose dying will be an awfully big adventure."

"Don't say that!" I exclaimed. "We'll find a way..." but I trailed off as I realized there was no way out. I looked down at Peter, and a tear slid down my face. We shouldn't die...we're just kids! Peter reached up and gently wiped away my tear, and hooked his arm around my neck, pulling me down to him. He gently kissed my cheek, then my forehead, then my lips...I almost forgot that we were going to die in a moment. He pulled away, smiling gently, and we curled up together on the tiny rock. A small hope began to blossom when a large kite brushed up against me. This is the kite that could carry Michael and John... I thought, thinking back to one day when they made an enourmous kite that carried them both away...until Tootles grabbed the rope for the kite and barely kept them on the ground. (A/N: Hey, it's fiction isn't it?) I grabbed it, and thought the happiest thing I could...Peter's kiss. I turned to Peter, and told him, "Peter! This kite can carry us!"

"No...but it can carry you alone. It won't hold the both of us, Michael, John, and Tootles weigh about as much as you and I together."

"We'll play 'rock paper scissors' for it..."

"And you a lady? Never."

He grabbed me 'round the waist, pulling me roughly to him, and kissed me again.

"Good-bye, Wendy..." and with that, lifted me and pushed me away from the rock.

"PETER, NO!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as I flew away, toward shore, just as the last bit of the rock was dissapearing. As I flew away, I wondered if the Lost Boys had gotten out safely...

Peter's POV

I watched as Wendy flew away, oddly happy that she was at least safe. Then I realized that she still needed someone to protect her...I guess that's up to the Lost Boys... Speak of the devil! The Lost boys were rowing toward shore. I waved and yelled at them, not as loudly as I normally could, I was weak. I collapsed onto the water, I probably looked like I was sitting on the water's surface. It was rising, and soon it was up to my waist while I was sitting there. I stood up, and the boys redoubled their efforts, calling encouragement to me. They reached me just as the water was up to my waist standing, and Tootles sprinkled his pouch of fairy dust on me for a little extra help. I barely got into the boat without tipping everyone over, and said to the lot of them, "Thanks guys, you saved my life. We gotta get to shore, Wendy's probably worried sick about us!" I decided to leave out the fact that I knew she was worried, probably sobbing her heart out...because I went and gave her a 'thimble'. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but I had thought that it would be my last chance to let her know of my...feelings..."Hmph." I said out loud. Slightly asked me, "What now?"

"Nothing. Let's hurry and get to shore."

Wendy's POV (back to normal POV)

I lay on the sand and stare up at the sky, which was clearing to reveal a beautiful soft purple and pink sky- sunset. I sat up and thought about Peter, dying bravley to save me...the water invading his lungs as he suffered...NO! I had to break my self out of those thoughts before I died of agony. I sobbed as I slumped to the ground again. I heard some chattering of the boys, but that didn't matter at all...Wait, the boys! I thought. I whipped around, and there were the boys, Peter with them! They had rescued him! I threw myself at Peter, who took a couple steps toward me and captured me in his arms. I sighed contentedly into his solid, warm, shoulder, with tears of happiness flowing softly down my face. He kissed my head, and released me, peering into my face. Then he said to everyone, "We should celebrate the rescue of Tiger Lily and the Lost Boys. And me, I suppose." I hugged him hard and we went off to our small home and the indian girl - Tiger Lily - went to the encampent after agreeing whole-heartedly with the plan. I noticed that she shot John a look, and he blushed. Hmmmmmm...