A/N: So not only is the actually fight happening, but it's Wendy's little internal fight too. I noticed a lot of typos in the last chapter, hopefully you could read them and move on with life. hopefully there wont be as many in this chapter. I dont know how to do the new reply to review thing, so i just want to say to my reviewers that ya'll are sweet hearts. thanks a bunch! maybe this chapter i will try the reply to review thing. probably not...

Someone dies in the chapter, im not saying who.

Song of the Chapter: Get Over It by OK GO (lyrics italics)

Chapter 17:

all your wounds are full of salt.

Everything's a stress and what's more,

well it's all somebody's fault.

Peter jumped out of the way of Jack's lunge, and blocked the dagger easily. He had forgotten how much he loved sword fights when he had been in London. They were just the best. He made quick stabs toward Jack and left little cuts all over his chest.

Once again Wendy noticed how at ease Peter was with the sword, he was in control of this fight and he knew it. He started walking Jack toward the rock's edge, where the water was the deepest, he wanted this fight over as quickly as possible, in his eyes it was pointless. Wendy couldn't help feel that it was unfair, Jack had hardly had a chance to fight, he only had a dagger after all, and Peter had a full sword. Oh what was she thinking! The Hooks were horrible people, he deserved this.

Jack must have been practicing after the last fight, because his technique was better and he was blocking more of Peter's advances, and getting his own moves in also. Jack noticed he was near the edge and started turning so Peter could not push him in. He made a quick jab and stabbed Peter in the stomach and Peter doubled over in pain. Wendy was mortified, Peter was weak when he began this fight, he couldn't handle anymore wounds.

Makes you sick, makes you ill,

makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.

Had it up to the gills... makes you cry

That was it, she had to do something. She put down the sword because she knew it would only weigh her down, and looked for her options. Peter was fighting with his good hand, his other hand was holding his stomach to keep the bleeding down. Jack had gotten him good. Wendy backed up as far against the wall as she could.

Then ran for it.

"PETER WATCH OUT!" Peter and Jack looked up at her, surprised as she came running straight for Jack. Jack held up his hands as if it would make any difference and Peter stepped out of the way. Wendy jumped for Jack and they both went crashing into the water. Jack held on tight to her in the water and would not let her get up for air. She kicked him and made herself the most trouble to hold onto as she could but he was to strong for her. 'He has to lose his breath sometime soon,' she thought. They stayed under water for another minute or so (Jack is a pirate, he loves water, he can hold his breath like a crazy person). And just when she was at the brink of unconsciousness, he did. When they broke the surface, Peter was standing as tall as he could manage wincing at the pain of his wound, and was waiting with his swords at the ready.

Wendy gulped for air and got an arm free from Jack. She struggled to get the dagger from him, but it ended up slipping out of both their hands and sank to the bottom. He let go of her and slapped her.

"You fool!"

Wendy looked him in the eye and punched him as hard as she could.

"STUPID BRUTE WHY WONT YOU JUST DIE!"

She swam to the rock and started climbing out while he was holding his jaw. "This is my fight Peter," She grabbed the swords from Peter, "Get out."

"what are you going to do, kill me?" Jack asked sarcastically.

"Yes."

"Well that doesn't sound like such a deal to me."

"You can only tread water for so long, so you'll drown if you don't get out. I don't care how you die, I just want it to happen. Sooner rather than later please, I have other things to do."

"Very well then," Jack got out of the water thinking she wouldn't have the guts to do it, for after all she was only a girl. He tried to kiss her again.

"Will you stop! Damn." Wendy ran the swords through him and kicked him back toward the water.

"Not even a goodbye kiss," he said as he stumbled towards the edge.

"Not even a goodbye kiss." She gave him a little wave as he lost his footing and fell into the water. She ran her hands through her hair and took Peter's hand. "Let's go Peter."

"That was my favorite sword!" Peter wined as they walked out of the castle.

A/N: Kick-ass Wendy! Good thing we can always look to Peter for comic relief. Don't worry Peter will be all right. Finally the Hooks are gone.

Night!

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Paula