Hey guys! Long time since the last chapter has been posted, but I hope this new chapter is what you've all been looking for and well worth the wait. Finally some interesting plot action here! :) Now updates may get choppy for the next couple of weeks due to my exams coming up, but I promise to keep focusing on plots and developments! Enjoy the chapter :)

Chapter Fourteen-The Capture of Tigerlily (part three).

John and Michael walked behind Great Big Little Panther. They watched as his giant frame took up the boys whole view of what was ahead.

John realised they were following blindly.

He supposed it was what all soldiers had done in war, and it was only right to follow the leader. John smiled, at last he was going to prove himself again to Peter that he could be a lost boy. He adjusted his top hat and felt something grasp his hand. He looked down to see Michaels face looking up at him.

"Michael, what are you doing?" John asked.

"I do not want to lose you." He replied, as he hugged his bear tighter. John sighed in disgust.

"Michael, men do no hold onto…." He stopped suddenly and remembered what Wendy had said to him back in London…

"At least I care for my younger brother!"

It was then John looked at Michael in a different light. He looked into Michaels blue eyes and he knew then, Wendy was right. He needed to care more.

"I'm afraid." Michael whispered. This stopped John in his tracks. As they stopped walking, the Indian tribe that was following them ran into their backs. The boys exclaimed their surprise, and then started walking again after a disapproving look from the Chief.

"Michael, I, well, shouldn't you go back to camp then?" John stammered. He was taken aback when it had come to Michael's feelings. Normally, Wendy helped him overcome these emotions. Now it was his turn and he had no idea what he could do, even though he knew he had to try.

Before Michael could reply, Great Big Little Panther stopped suddenly. "I sense trouble." He growled.

The tribesmen perked their ears and stopped walking. The men formed a tight circle, ready for an attack.

John looked over a clearing and saw an orange glow. "Chief...?" He asked as he pointed to the horizon.

The Chief nodded as John grasped Michaels hand, running off to investigate.

Peter stopped in a clearing of the forest and looked around. He let a sharp whistle cut the air and waited for a response. It was his special whistle Peter and the boys devised to let them know where they were and if they are okay.

Peter felt Wendy's sharp gaze on him, so he turned to her and said "special whistle". Wendy nodded. Peter waited for a couple of moments before signalling for the Indian tribe to continue on. The forests hushed tones of the soft wind and sudden bird calls ricocheted through the forest, but no whistle was heard. The only noise that could be heard however was Tinkerbells faint 'tink'. It had occurred to Peter that it was very unlike the lost boys not to respond. Peter ignored his worried conscious and shoved that thought to the back of his head. He was brave. There was no way anything could go wrong. He was Peter Pan and things always turned out right.

The full moon let the men with Wendy and Tink have some light as they navigated the forest. Peter tried to peer through the forest clearing to scout for pirates, but the thick surrounding leaves blocked his vision. He moved the leaves aside and peered through. He pulled back suddenly and addressed Wendy. "Wendy, I need you to go back to Tigerlily and defend her."

Tinkerbell chimed in delight.

"But Peter..." Wendy began to protest.

"No Wendy, I need Tigerlily safe, and you know how to fight." Peter replied while Tink nodded her head vigorously.

Suddenly, Tink thought the forest had become a bit brighter, a nicer place with the prospect of Wendy leaving. Time for Peter to be with the only girl he should, herself.

"No Peter, I don't know how to fight. I haven't really thought about it at all either!" Wendy cried, trying to get Peter to listen. She did not want to go back alone.

"Then you shall learn." Peter declared. "Take a look at my dagger. Watch how I move it."

Peter drew his dagger swiftly with his right hand as he had always done, and started with his dagger at his hip. He suddenly brought it up to face level, plunged into the air and dragged the blade down until he was on one knee. He stood up suddenly and swivelled on his foot to twist and rotate the blade out, cutting the air with an arc. He stopped for a couple seconds to look at Wendy and make sure that she understood it, before continuing once more.

Peter fought with the air as Wendy watched intensely. He moved his dagger to the side and made cuts, plunges and a few defensive moves. He stopped after a minute.

"Did you watch all that?" He asked.

Wendy became confused. "Err... yes..." she replied, unable to make sure of what he was trying to convey.

"Good, take this sword..." Peter said as he motioned for one from a surrounding Indian tribe member, "and defend Tigerlily. You're ready."

Wendy nervously took the sword. "Peter, I…" her hands shook with the weight.

"GO WENDY!" Peter shouted.

That was all Wendy needed to hear. She spun on her heel and almost slipped over the leaves on the forest bed. She held the sword in her right arm as she tore back in the direction they came from, with tears running down her face.

She glanced back for a moment, to see if he was watching, but to no avail. Peter had motioned for the tribesman to come into a circle as it looked like they were planning something.

Wendy turned her head and kept running, panting from her lack of exercise. She had no idea how to fight, and too suddenly she was thrust into the open fire of what she knew was Captain Hook and his men, and with this thought she knew she was to be surely captured again. She maddened at the thought of Peters treatment, her forehead starting to prickle with sweat.

But how should it be anything different? He demanded her to put her life after someone else! Was she imagining sparks between them? Feelings that weren't really there, or yet even returned? Didn't he care about the fact she could not fight? She realised he didn't seem to notice... She wondered why she did these things. Why she didn't stand up for herself.

"Well, I did once…" She muttered out loud, fury and despair overtaking her thoughts. However that event had led to the children going home. The truth in all, she was afraid of losing Peter. Afraid of never seeing him again.

The forest became a blur as she stumbled and tripped through it. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stopped running. Her vision returned. She took some deep breaths and focused back on some happy thoughts.

She was back in Neverland. She had Peter now. She would make the most of her time here, once this was over.

She breathed deeply and started walking through the forest with new determination. She would make Peter proud. She twirled the sword around like Peter had shown her and practised a few moves. She parried and blocked with the air to the best of her advantage, and tried to ignore the fact she was alone.

She practised until she felt she could at least appear threatening if anything were to come her way. She made her way to the clearing of the Indian camp. Her eyes registered the unnatural glow of the forest. She frowned and started running to the clearing as the glow become brighter and had an orange tinge to it, brighter than the campfire.

A glow Wendy recognised from photos her father had shown her when she was young, teaching her to never take anything for granted.

Photos of when George was young and had escaped the Great Fire of London.

Wendy tore throughout the clearing to the entrance of the Indian Camp and found it in flames. Pirates were running through Indian tribe members tents and killing those that stood in their way.

This was the most ruthless Wendy had seen the pirates.

She watched as Pirates threw their burning torches onto the tents and set them alight. The Indian women ran out screaming to the entrance where they were snagged into a net by the pirates before being dragged away. Wendy did not want to know what was going to happen. She coughed as she inhaled the smoke and gagged immediately.

As she walked forward she wished with all her heart Peter was beside her. She did not want to watch this. As she ran to the camp, ducking to take cover by the shelter of the trees a woman fell to her feet, body encased in flames. Wendy gasped and put her hands over her mouth, dropping her sword as she fought to contain her scream. A fresh well of tears pooled out of her eyes.

She fought her haggard breaths as she wiped her petrified tears from her eyes and slowly bent down to pick her sword up, narrowly missing a bullet that had been shot at her. She looked up in shock to see a pirate standing over her. This time she screamed and swung her sword as a reflex. The sword caught the pirate across his arm, opening a gash.

Wendy looked at him in utter disbelief that she had actually hurt a human being and turned to run as his eyes flashed red with anger. She jumped over logs that had fallen and ran through the ashes of tents and human remains as she made her way towards the back of the Indian camp where Tigerlily's tent was. She twisted and turned until the chasing pirate became tired and gave up, turning to find something stationary to burn.

She found it was the only tent left standing. She entered the tent and found Tigerlily bound and gagged. Tigerlily was struggling to breathe through the gag and the added hazard of the smoke, looking like she was going to pass out.

"Oh Tigerlily!" Wendy exclaimed as she dropped her sword to rush to Tigerlily's aid. She hastily undid the gag and made a move for her ropes when Tigerlily spoke.

"Get. Out." She breathed as she inhaled the smoke-filled air, only to cough even more.

"No, I'm not leaving you." Wendy coughed. "If you stay here, so do I."

"No, get out!" Tigerlily screamed as a heavy object split into the side of Wendy's head. She groaned as she passed out.

Tigerlily shrugged out of the bonds Wendy had loosened as she turned to face Starkey.

"What do you want with me?" She hissed.

"Nothin' just the Captin' want a word with ya." Starkey replied as he drew his sword. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

"The hard way." Tigerlily threatened as she pounced, grabbing Wendy's sword from the ground. She drew the sword up and slashed it down Starkey's face. He howled in pain whilst raising his hand to his newly scarred face.

He slashed at Tigerlily, delivering thrust after thrust, Tigerlily ever dodging. "Peter taught me well." She smiled to Starkey.

He growled in rage as he continued his assault. Tigerlily kept her defence position, hoping he'd tire out before her. She managed a twist to his stomach and he fell to the floor in pain. Tigerlily dropped the sword as she picked Wendy up, and ran out of the tent to the dark shadows of the forest behind her.

Peter finished off the last pirate as he turned to face Captain Hook himself.

Great Big Little Panther and Peter had joined up in the forest after doing a great circle and meeting up with each other in the end. Peter had motioned for Great Big Little Panther to join together as they searched the forest, meeting up with the pirates a few seconds later.

As Peter drew his dagger to face Captain Hook, he heard his name being screamed out into the night air.

"Tigerlily…" He breathed.

"Oh? Tigerlily? Now you remember hmm? Well Peter, since you have been looking for your lost boys, you've forgotten quite a bit about your dear Tigerlily. I've made sure that a couple of my men have made a 'special appearance', you might say." Hook grinned as he drew his sword.

Great Big Little Panther stood in front of Peter and drew his mallet. "Go."

Peter understood immediately. He jumped up into the night air and flew above the forest trees to where his name had been called. He scanned the forest floor for Tigerlily but saw a body lying in the bushes and flew down to investigate.

As he flew closer he noticed a patch of blue in the bushes.

A blue dress that Wendy had changed into this morning before hunting for breakfast.

He sped towards the bush and saw a pair of feet lying crooked underneath the shrub. He gasped as he landed.

It couldn't be Wendy. He knew in his heart it wasn't Wendy. He looked up into the sky for answers. Then closed his eyes and breathed out. He opened his eyes and pulled the bush aside- he had never been the one to wait.

Underneath the bush Wendy lay with her eyes closed. She looked as though she was sleeping. Peter knelt down beside her.

"What happened to you Wendy?" He whispered, tears filling his eyes.

He nudged her gently, then put his hands on top of hers, hoping that his slight touch would bring her back to him.

She groaned before opening her eyes and moving her head towards Peter. "They caught… Tigerlily" she moaned, trying to recall everything before she passed out again.

"The Pirates Wendy? I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't let you face Captain Hook though." Peter whispered.

"What?" Wendy sighed. Her head felt heavy and pounding incredibly hard.

"I sent you away because I saw the pirates through the clearing. But you got more hurt with Tigerlily." Peter replied, his eyes tracing over Wendy's head, trying to find where the blood was coming from.

He didn't want to worry her, but he needed to find it quickly to keep her alive. The pirate had hit her true on the back of the skull, managing to both render her unconscious and open a gash. He didn't know how long she had been like this, but he knew he had to get her help.

Fast.

"Peter..."

"Yes?"

"Tigerlily's… gone…"

"I know, we'll get her back."

"Please… help me…"

Wendy closed her eyes. Peter shut his tightly and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Time was running out for Wendy-bird.

mmm gotta love those cliff-hangers! :)

As I said, my updates will be a bit on and off for the next couple of weeks due to exams, but I should have the next chapters after exams up in no time at all!
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