A/N: This is a reeeally sad chappie, and long, but ch. 17 is short, and that one is even sadder. Read it anyway, and review if you cry. I got really into the story, so this is probably how I'd feel. J.M. Barries is the genius, I just work off his work! Maybe someday I'll come up with something as good. Enjoy!

Chapter 16

Dreams of Peter dying of despair tormented me, but when I got up sweating and shaking in the morning and got the guts to go and collect my brothers, he was alive and well. Phisically. Mentally, I couldn't tell. His face was unreadable. He spoke softly and stiffly, as though any louder and he would break down, "I have arranged for a fairy guide to take you back."

I looked up from the floor, where I was talking with the boys about getting adopted.

"Peter...we've been talking...," he looked at me, or rather, the space above my head. "Peter, what if you came back with us?"

"Can we go Peter?" asked Slightly eagerly.

"If you want to." he said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

I approached him carefully and said, "You too, Peter..."

"Would they send me to school?"

I hesitated a moment. Then, "Yes."

"Then...to an office."

"I suppose so..."

He smiled, a humorless smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You can't catch me and make me a man!" he said, backing away as though to play tag.

"Peter!" I cried and stepped forward. He stopped, not smiling anymore he stepped towards me until our noses were touching. He bent until his mouth was right next to my ear, and whispered, "I want...always...to be young and to have fun."

"You say so, but I think sometimes that that is your biggest delusion." I walked away and helped the boys pack, wiping tears away roughly, so they would not blind me. Peter strode to his bed and flopped down on it, and as we left I called to him, "Peter, don't forget me...I lo-" he cut me off, all the fight in him gone. He looked at me lifelessly, and said, "Please, just...go..."

I came out of the entrance listlessly, and I was so depressed that as I looked around at the boys tied up and gagged, I didn't realize what was happening until a dirty blistered pirate came up behind me, hissing, "Surprissssse!" He grabbed and gagged me before I could even have a reaction, and I was carried over his shoulder to the pirate ship, with Hook and Smee waving good-bye from the entrance to the Home Under the Ground, and Peter would be dead soon...

Peter's POV: (A/N: This bit is rather gory, so I would suggest skimming over it a bit. You have been warned!)

I was having a nightmare. Wendy had left, taking all of the Lost Boys with her. When she left, I wanted to tell her I loved her, but then she turned into Hook, and a different Wendy stood beside Hook. This Wendy said she wanted to stay with Hook, and then another materialized and said she loved me and would stay with me forever. Then both dissapeared and Hook said, "I'm going to kill your precious Wendy!" with an evil cackle, and turned back into Wendy, and she said she was going to kill me and advanced toward me, I didn't want to kill her, but she wanted to kill me! I was panicking. Before I could grab a sword, she pierced my side, then sliced my head so a huge gash appeared, and I was losing blood so fast that all I could do was lay there dying. I watched as Hook appeared again beside her, and took her knife from her, snickering as I watched helplessly, and she started screaming for me to help, but I couldn't move, and Hook moved to slice her head off as I watched, blood about to spurt everywhere. I screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!" and sobbed desparatley, as I shot straight up in bed. "I was NOT asleep!" I screamed, then looked around. I had been having the same nightmare scince I first saw Wendy telling stories, the one she always asked about. I glanced around and realized that they had all left a while ago, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. I looked over to where I'd left the bowl of berries she and I had picked a while ago. I grabbed one, and lifted it to my mouth. Little did I know that Hook had dropped poison in it. I was about to drop it in my mouth when something small snatched the berry and scattered the bowl all over the ground, or rather, someone. I looked disbelievingly at Tinkerbell, who I had not seen in ages.

"Tink?" she was chattering something about poison.

"What? Hang on, let me pick this up." I stooped to gather the berries, and I grabbed one and dropped it into my mouth, but Tink got in front of my mouth and gulped it down.

"Tinkerbell!" I exclaimed indignantly.

She began to cough and splutter.

"Tink!" She stopped, gasping, by a pile of coins and candles.

"Tink, why is your light...going out?" She smiled weakly at me.

"Tink, why are you so cold? Stay warm, Tink, stay warm..." I whispered, my voice breaking. I felt like my world was shattering. Tink was dying. Wendy and the boys were gone. Tink's light was fading more. With her last breath, she smiled up at me and said, "Peter..."

I picked her up when she turned an icy gray. I put her gently on the ground, my eyes filling with tears.

"Please, Tink, please don't leave me...I'm so sorry, please..." I sobbed, digging my hands into the dirt, and twisting in agony, "T I N K !"