Author's Note: Hey!. I've finally finished another chapter...yay me!. I hope you guys like it, and to say sorry for not updating!. Thanks so much for your supportive reviews, and some of your compliants...I'm sorry for that too. I at least try to listen, but I hope you enjoy this one. Only a few more chappies to go...yay and I just want to say that I do not own any of the Peter Pan charcters, Just, both Danny's. Thats all!. Enjoy!. Thanks.

Battle cries filled the air around them as the two armies ran towards each other in heated furry. Many of the neighbors turned to stare out their windows at the unusual noise, only to turn away in fear. However, the boys and the pirates could only hear the great pounding of their hearts as time seemed to slow their race to the pirate army. Finally, the two armies clashed in a heated battle.

Millicent watched on from the safety of her doorstep, as the pirates she'd befriended tried off the boys that stood in their way to gaining the magical land. She watched as swords, arrows, anything the boys used for weapons, flew through the air and slashed and pounded into the pirates before them, she saw all the furry and determination held by both enemies.

However, Millicent wasn't completely safe however, the lost boys that had pounded through the great battle raging across her lawn, Millicent would bat and beat the children away with a sweep or a pound of the broom she usually kept at the door. To her dismay however, one lost boy swiftly dodged her unlikely weapon and with a quick swipe of his sword, cut the bristol part of the broom, leaving her with a rod.

Soon finding it a better weapon then a old dusting broom, the boys were shot down instantly with the pound of her rod. Millicent felt the fire sweep through her as she swung her new weapon, the lost boys that challenged her suddenly dropping like flies.
"Taste the pain boys!" she'd yelled as she took another swipe at the rampaging boys.

Back up in Wendy's room, she still lay there, sobbing at the recent events that occurred. "I shall kill that woman next time I get the chance" Wendy sobbed into her bed sheets. Thats when she heard the battle cries ringing from her open bedroom window. Quickly, she pushed herself up, and ran towards the window, trying to figure out where the battle was coming from.

"The backyard?. But who on earth-" she suddenly stopped as she realized that it must be Peter and his merry band of Lost Boys come to help in her rescue. She spun around, almost falling off the window seat she'd knelt on, and dashed for the door. Jiggling the handle, desperate for escape, but it was no use, it was locked.

In her frustration, Wendy throw a fist at the door. "Damn you woman!" she screeched in anger. She furiously beat at the door, the sound of the battle raging on still floated up to her window. After several beatings to the door, she collapsed against it tiredly, and listened to the battle that she desperately needed to get to.

But as she listened closer, she could still make out the boys from the pirates, but it seemed that one of them was starting to lose. She guessed it her lost boys, brothers and Peter, for Millicent and her pirates would use every dirty trick in the book to defeat the boys.
"I must, get out!" Wendy groaned but she knew that with all her efforts she could not break through the door with just her fists. She began to search around the room for something, anything that would break through the wood. The sound of the battle starting to die down made her even more desperate.

"Come on!. There's got to be something!" she whispered helplessly. She searched under the bed, on the dresser, in the closet, and thats when she found it. Luckily for her, Millicent was ready for any emergency, and thats where she found a axe. She remembered her aunt explaining once, that the closet was used for emergencies. This was defiantly one of them.

"Millicent's finally good for something!" Wendy smirked for herself, and so hurried towards the door, and began hacking away at the wood. She watched with determination and pride as her first little split in the wood, begun to tear apart the rest of the door, until finally she'd seen a crack, and giving one more great lunge, finally a hole had appeared.

Wendy decided to breathe for a moment, having already probably put too much strain on herself and her unborn child. Finally, taking one more big breathe, Wendy started hacking away at hole that she'd started, until finally it was big enough for her to squeeze through. "Thank god for Uncle's fire fighting lessons" Wendy grinned, remembering when her and John were smaller and their uncle had taught them some skills of being a fire fighter.

Quickly, Wendy made her way through the doorway, and hurried towards the railing that overlooked the doorway. She gasped suddenly as she watched her aunt batting away the oncoming lost boys as if they were rats. Wendy watched, as with a sweep of her broom, they were down, however, not quite out yet, but badly beaten and tired.
Her fear was quickly replaced by anger, as she glared down to her aunt once more, before rushing towards the stairs.

Peter and the rest of the boys outside were just as easily becoming tired. The pirates had proved more than their worth, they had much better skill with the swords than Peter or any of the lost boys had experienced. A sudden yelp pierced the sky, and Peter turned to see one of his boys kneeling, with a hand protectively over a fresh cut on his arm.

But Peter was suddenly distracted, and felt the tip of a blade touch his hand, but as he pulled away in surprise, it swiped across his skin, creating a thin bloody line across his hand. "Jumpy are we, your highness?" the pirate implied, eyeing Peter with a raised brow as Peter himself slumped over in pain raging through his hand.

"Just try to pay attention" Peter growled as he slowly got back to his feet. "Someone could follow their own advice, Highness" the pirate hissed again. They raged on, the metal of their swords flashing furiously in the afternoon light, the clashing of the two swords ringing through the yard, creating more thrill to the battle.
Once again, Peter was slashed by the pirate's sword, this time it was a long strip, circling sideways up Peter's left leg, starting from just above the ankle, and ended just before the knee bone. This time, Peter could hardly keep himself up, to overcome with the fatigue and pain the battle had consist.

"If you keep this up..." the pirate spoke again, watching as the king before him suffered on his one leg. "All will have been lost and your kingdom will soon be mine!. I ask you to call me the highness from now on, huh?" the Pirate stared down at the weakening man knelt before him as if he was bowing. "It suits me so much better!. Don't you think?" the pirate teased on, smirking as Peter made no reply.

"I answer to no one, and you shall die by my hands you bastard!" Peter suddenly stared angrily up at the pirate before him, fire raged in his usually happy green eyes. The pirate couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by this. The pirate just gave one evil smirk before continuing, "I should just kill you now!." he began, as he started to raise his sword, the blood glistening in the light.

Peter never took his gaze from the pirate, he didn't even watch the sword be raised, or look around to see any of the boys. His breathing rigid and his eyes narrowed as the pirate gave another smirk. "Goodbye, your Highness!" he teased, and simply swiped the air with the blade, and bringing it to Peter's expected death. However, with just as much rage, Peter brought up his own sword and easily blocked the pirate's sword.

The Pirate stared surprised at the weakening king before him, amazed that he has enough strength to bring up the sword but not stand on two feet. With a growl, the pirate raised his sword once more and tried a side swipe at the young king, however, once more, it was blocked. "I'm not that easily defeated, am I?. You should have learned that?" Peter smirked at the angered pirate.

The furious pirate king started to continually try slashing at Peter, however, no matter how weak he may have seemed, he was able to block every one. Just as the pirate king was about to strike yet again, Peter suddenly spun around and kicked the pirate's feet right out from under him, causing the brute to fall onto his ass, his sword thrown up into the air in surprise.

Seeing his enemy down, Peter used the opportunity and quickly got to his feet, forgetting the pain for at least a few moments. Easily catching the sword in his hands, Peter quickly put it to the Pirate's chin, showing he was cornered. The pirate growled angrily with his yellow ridden teeth. "So you have skill with a blade!" the pirate snapped.

Peter smirked. "...and it shall be at this tip, that shall take your life you son of a bitch!" Peter spat angrily, before raising the sword high over his head. But as he brought it down, he did not instantly strike to kill the pirate. Peter first brought the sword down to slash at the pirate's dirty and infection ridden arms and legs, causing searing pain to shoot through his limbs.

Then to the man's torso, and finally drew the sword up over his head once more. Peter stared down at the now bloody, corpse like man before him. Blood spilled from everywhere, and was becoming soaked into his ragged clothes. His breathing became labored as he stared up at Peter once more.

"Kill me now, highness!" the man breathed softly. Peter could actually see the pain that suddenly seeped into the man's eyes. "You've done your worse, and you've won!. No one is worthy to your power!" the man breathed once more. Peter actually feel sorry for the poor dying man before him. Peter finally thought him a good, honest man, only living a world of hate. He at least deserved this.

"You were very worthy of this battle. You must have been strong to have been ordered by the witch that lives in this house" Peter said, gesturing towards the house behind them. The pirate gave a weak chuckle. "She wasn't much of a leader!. Even Smee or any other of Hook's crew could have been tougher!" the pirate chuckled.

"Be at peace, my friend!" Peter smiled towards the pirate as he suddenly became very slow. "I am glad to have died by your hand, your highness!. Sorry for disturbing your way of life, but that's the way we brutes have to live ya' know!" the pirate smiled weakly.
"It is forgiven!" Peter said to the pirate. "Your punishment was to live by the rules of the Great Witch of London!" Peter had said, smiling at his new nickname for Aunt Millicent.

"I accept my death!" the pirate finally announced, closing his eyes and laying still on the ground. "Do you want me to finish it?. Or do you wish for suffering?" Peter said, a bit sadder than what he was expecting. "Yes, your highness. I die by your sword!" the pirate finished, becoming still again. Peter found he had tears in his eyes as he raised the sword once more. "Good luck to you and the Wendy Queen, good luck on Neverland" the pirate finished, his eyes still closed, and his breath slow.

Peter smiled faintly. "Be at peace!. I release you from your troubled life. May you find peace in the next life, better than before!." Peter prayed for the pirate before him. As a cold tear suddenly fell down Peter's cheek, he finally dropped the sword, his eyes shut tight as the sound of the sword cutting the flesh rung through the air. "Be at Peace!" Peter whispered, now staring at the dead pirate, now he would be happy.

The battle around him still went on, though now many of the pirates laid bloody on the grass of Millicent's lawn. None of the Lost Boys had died thankfully, but many were weakening by the minute. Many cuts and gashes ran across their dirtied skin, and blood tainted their clothing, weapons and hair.

Millicent herself was helping the cause of these injuries, but they never seemed to stop rampaging towards her. "Get back!. Get back you devils!" she'd screech as the broom handle whipped through the air and bashed against skin and bone, the lost boys falling for a slight recovery.

Unknown to all of them, that Wendy was watching all of this in complete horror and anger. She ran down the stairs in fury, the slap of her feet hitting the stairs suddenly filled the hallway, and the lost boys and Aunt Millicent suddenly looked up in surprise by the sound. They were amazed to see Wendy hurriedly making her way towards them, the look of pure revenge plastered onto her usual pretty face.

"Wendy?" the boys and Millicent cried in unison, the boys filled with joy at the first sight of their returned sister and queen. Millicent filled with surprise that her niece had found a way out of the room, but knew it was defiantly her who Wendy was after for revenge. As soon as Wendy's feet hit the landing of the stairs, it seemed as if she came bounding up to her aunt, a tight fist suddenly heading in their direction.

The boys immediately ran off, knowing that their fight with the woman was over, and Wendy needed to finish her battle with her aunt. Shocked as Millicent was, she still managed to somehow block Wendy's fist, and sending her niece to the floor. Wendy gave a groan as she seemed to have landed on a back bone, but easily raised once more to her feet.

In a massive fury, Wendy tried again and again to punch or kick at her hated aunt, but only a few really connected to her aunt's face or stomach. Wendy always seemed to land on either her back or her front, but it just fueled Wendy all the more. At one point, both niece and aunt had to defend themselves or attack with different items they'd seemed to get their hands on.

Just random things that seemed to be convenient to their grasp. Even some forgotten swords that the Lost Boys had dropped in hurrying away from the doorway to have Wendy finish her aunt. "You've destroyed my life for the last time!. Now you must die you bitch!" Wendy spat, as she and her aunt found themselves circling each other in the entrance way. Wendy's sword had broken in two by becoming lodged in the wall after a tried attempt to cut the woman's neck.

"I've told you before to stop seeing that boy, and that was what destroyed your life!. I was trying to prevent you from ruining your life, but you had to disobey!. You were never a good niece anyway!" Millicent retorted, her broken broom stick still firmly clasped in her hands. "You will die by my hand!" Wendy screeched, before suddenly lunging at her aunt. The sword and the stick clashed and clanked, but none got through to make a cut.

Millicent had cuts along her cheek and left eye. She had one huge bruise at her upper arm, and another two or three cuts across her legs. Wendy was about the same, many cuts ran across her middle, and arms. One was even descending from her cheek down her chin. Both were beaten and both where tired, but were too determined to prove they were right to stop now. More cuts plagued their skin and blood dripped like a small creek's flow down their limbs.

Wendy gave another slash at her aunt, this time across her middle, almost to her chest, but before she could retract and take a small rest, Millicent had struck out and suddenly knocked the sword from Wendy's grasp, also creating a cut across the top of her hand. Shocked, Wendy stared at her bloody, shaking hands in surprise, the pain burned her as if she had just touched fire.

Millicent took this moment of surprise to take a small break, but couldn't help but smile proudly as Wendy looked up from her hands. "Give up, girl?" she teased Wendy with pride, having thought that Wendy was in too much shock to have continued to battle.
However, Wendy had something else in mind, her face suddenly screwing up once again as anger overtook her body once more.

Slowly, she curled her trembling hands into fists and made her way carefully to her still giddy aunt. A evil smirk came to Wendy's lips as she stopped before her aunt. "Not a chance!" she seemed to hiss in her aunt's face. But before Millicent could even voice a word, Wendy's fist suddenly shot out, and with so much force, knocked her aunt to the floor. It took a few moments for Wendy to realize what she'd done, but once she saw her aunt unconscious on the floor, she couldn't help but smile.

Remembering the battle that was now beginning to end in the back yard, Wendy rushed out of the doorway, and quickly scanned the battle for Peter or Danny. She saw her son badly beaten and seemingly resting with a bunch of the other badly beaten lost boys. She then scanned for Peter, seeing him finish off another one of the pirates that now lay dead at his feet. She watched him, with a smile on her face, thanking god that both her boys were alright, despite the fact that they were both badly beaten.

Suddenly, he turned in her direction, and as soon as their eyes met, Peter seemed to be not believing she was truly there for a few moments. But as she smiled back at him, the sparkle seemed to instantly return to his eyes and a huge smile graced his lips. "Peter!" she suddenly shouted happily before suddenly running out to greet him with her arms wide open, Peter smiling and doing the same. All the boys recognized her shout, and tiredly they looked up, just to see Wendy fling herself happily into Peter's arms.

Wendy through herself happily into his arms, Peter engulfing her instantly in his loving embrace, spinning her around happily as the couple was finally reunited. The boys all watched on proud and happy as finally the king and queen were reunited once more. Everything was at peace once more, with another batch of pirates defeated, and Millicent unconscious on the floor. As Danny watched, he couldn't help but tears run down his face as his parents were finally back together and his mother returned.

Finally, Peter set Wendy down once more onto her feet, gazing happily into her face, gently brushing away the tears that pooled at her eyes. He couldn't help but feel a little down hearted at the fact that she'd been hurt, by the obvious cuts that lined her body, but pulled her in for a sweet kiss that he'd missed while she was away. Both gave everything into the kiss, every tear shed, every sad or worried thought that crossed their mind, all the anger and hurt they were put through before finally able to be together.

It was one of those "seemed to last forever" moments, and both cling to the taste as they pulled back ever so slowly, hoping to stay in their piece of heaven, not going back to the hated world that was London. Slowly, the both opened their eyes, and found bright smiles greet them as their laughs now rung through the air. "Mother!" a cry suddenly broke the reunited lovers out of their musings as a familiar cry suddenly replaced the laughs in the air.

Wendy turned to happily be greeted by a teary eyed Danny, hurriedly making his way to his missed mother. Wendy's smile widened even more, as she happily knelt down and opened her arms to receive her equally as missed son. Like Wendy did, Danny leapt into his mother's arms and she instantly engulfed him in a tight hug. Danny clung to her as more tears suddenly spilled from his eyes, and he felt Wendy tighten her embrace as she slowly began to stand. "Oh Danny!" she cooed into his ear, a mixture of sadness and joy clung to her every word. "I missed you Mother!" Danny answered just as heart-filled.

"I know baby. I missed you too" she whispered in his ear. The two clung to each other for a moment before pulling apart to smile at each other. "But I won't let that happen anymore, sweetie!. Never!" She said with a comforting smile. Danny shot her the same smile, and both began to laugh at their own accord. Wendy suddenly turned as she felt a gentle hand touched her back, and saw Peter join the two, his huge smile plastered his lips.

The reunited family all embraced each other in tight embraces. The Lost boys and Daniel enjoyed this moment before slowly rising to their feet, and coming to also embrace the family, adding to the love that now seemed to glow from the group. All of them held on for a moment before pulling back and now sharing in a group laugh. They all seemed on top of the world, their laughter replaced the echoes of the battle, and their bloody, beaten faces broke out in smiles, even through the pain.

"What do you say we all go home?" Peter suddenly questioned to the group, the boys giving a shout of agreement and a laugh from the couple staring lovingly down at them. "Mother won't be pleased by this" Wendy joked, giving a small chuckle as she eyed each one of her brothers and former lost boys. "At least aunt is gone!" Michael retorted, and Wendy turned to him in surprise. She was about to respond when a laugh broke through their silence. "Yeah, that's true!. No more of her!" Peter agreed with a huge smile upon his face.

Wendy let the boys have a few minutes of fun as a celebration of their victory before all of them walked back towards Darling manor to tell her parents what had happened. Wendy and Peter hugging their old friend in thanks before parting ways. "I'll come visit soon" he promised before finally clapping Peter on the shoulder once more and heading home.

As Wendy said, Mrs. And Mr. Darling were not pleased at how their children, even Wendy, had returned home. After the boys had hurriedly explained the situation, and the battle, Mrs. Darling all ushered them up for a bath. "Run along my little warriors!. And no shoving!" Mrs. Darling called after the boys having rushed them upstairs for cleaning.

Mrs. Darling then smiled, and embraced Wendy and Peter. "Thank goodness, your both alright!" she'd said sternly. "I was so worried!. Did she treat you badly?" Mrs. Darling questioned curiously. Peter and Wendy gave each other a knowing look before Wendy answered, "She was like a witch!. But I don't think we'll be bothered by her anymore!" Wendy said , smiling. Mrs. and Mr. Darling looked at them curiously but let it go for now. "Are you to return to Neverland then?" Mr. Darling questioned. Both nodded in response.

"Well, you shall have to be cleaned and have something to eat!. What kind of an example are you setting for Neverland if you return looking like that?" Mrs. Darling said teasingly. The group gave a chuckle before they were ushered into the kitchen for something to eat. After all the boys, Wendy and Peter had eaten and had been cleaned, they all lined up at the door to say their goodbyes once more. "We'll come visit soon!. I promise!" Mrs. Darling said, embracing her daughter, Peter and then Danny.

"Have a safe trip!" Mr. Darling called after the family as they headed out the door and onto the step. "Love you both, we'll also come back soon!" Wendy called back, the three of them waving before the door finally closed to the manor. Giving a sigh, Wendy took hold of Peter's and Danny's hands, and giving them both a small squeeze before all three were lifted into the air, the now star lit sky shielding them from any wondering eyes. Wendy smiled as the familiar universe flew past her, the many memories of the past coming back to her. "It will be great to be home" she meant to whisper to herself, however, feeling both her hands being squeezed once more, told her that Peter and Danny agreed.

Peter, Wendy and Danny suddenly tightened their holds on each other as they felt themselves begin to pulled in by the familiar invisible portal that would bring them back to their home. "Hold on tight!" Peter had called over the rushing wind, and suddenly everything faded into white. Wendy smiled as she opened her eyes, knowing she'd see the beautiful sun rise over the highest mountain, and bath their island into light, guiding them back. However, black storm clouds and fog was what had met them.

Instead of the usual cotton clouds, they had turned dangerous shades of black and gray, in the distance, they could hear a faint sound of thunder rumbling through the sky. "What happened?" Wendy asked sadly, as the three gazed around sadly at their black tainted home. As the three descended in the break of the clouds, they were also shocked to notice that the sea consisted of rapid huge waves that came crashing upon the rocks of the shore like thunder streak through the sky. The land itself, they were amazed all the same to see it had become a winter wasteland.

As Peter gently brought them down on the snow covered ground, he observed the damage that came to their home. Something strange had settled over the island. From the sky, the island was a wasteland, all covered in thick sheets of snow and the trees looked like they hadn't been bearing fruit for months, not even leaves.

Their was no sign of life anywhere!. As they settled to the ground, Peter instantly noticed that not only was the land covered in everlasting snow, but a thick sort of fog has also settled among the forest, making it quite dangerous for travel.

"Come on, the chief shall know about this!" Peter whispered to Wendy, who was shivering at her side. He took her hand, Wendy doing the same to Danny and the group was tugged along the icy slopes of the forest towards the Indian village. The village itself was a wasteland, tents were destroyed and piled high to be used for fire to keep warm. Only a few of them were left still standing, they were all pitched together in order to stay against the cold.

"Chief Black Bear?" Peter called across the deserted land. Nothing answered him back, only the howling of the wind that was starting to pick up. He tried again, this time a movement in the corner caught the family's attention, but let out their breath as they realized it, their friend. "Your highnesses!" he greeted cheerfully, obviously quite happy of their return. "Thank goodness. We were beginning to lose hope!" he continued fearfully.

Peter and Wendy greeted their friend with a hug and a reassuring pat on the back. "What happened here chief?" Peter questioned curiously, once more glancing around the site. Both became fearful as they noticed the chief's face turn quite serious.

Peter and Wendy turned to one another, both almost afraid to know the answer. "It has come!" the chief stated simply. Peter and Wendy turned to each other curiously before shooting the same look to their friend. Seeing their confusion, the chief instantly ushered all of them towards the large group of tents. "Come, I will explain!" he said.

Author's note: There, hope you liked it. Hope there isn't too much wrong with it!. Anyway, thanks and please review!.