Wendy's POV

"Good Bye, Peter," I whispered as he flew away, back to Never land.

I sighed as I turned back to my happy family. My father was now giving piggyback rides to the twins. My Aunt was dancing around with my mother, rejoicing at their new sons. The lost boys were dancing around as well, happy to have a mother and father. I turned and poured the gold and Jewel's into a wooden box. I smiled at my parents and siblings and wen and sat on the bed. After quite a while of rejoicing, everyone got tired and went to bed. We made a few little beds on the ground for the night.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Peter fell to the deck with a crash. All the fighting around them stopped to look at Peter. Hook landed and held he tip of his sword to Peter's neck. Peter slowly stood up. The lost boys and Wendy ran to try and help him but were pulled back. Hook Pushed Peter against the wall and Peter Fell down again.

"You will die alone, and unloved," Hook said. Peter looked up at Wendy, Seeing her trying desperately to escape the man holding her to help Peter. "Now you will die!"

Just as hook was about to Plunge the knife into Peter, Wendy Knocked herself out of her attackers grasp and flung herself beside Peter.

"JUST WAIT!" She Yelled. Hook paused and Peter looked at Wendy. She whispered into Peter's ear. "I'm So Sorry, Peter." She leaned over to give him a kiss and was pulled up by Hook.

"And What are you doing?" He asked.

"It's just a thimble," Wendy Replied. Hook gave a cruel laugh.

"No," He said. "You lied to me Peter Pan does have unhappy thoughts. His unhappy thoughts are you leaving. You stupid girl. Lets give him a new un happy thought!" As soon as he finished he thrust his Hook into my side. He removed it and I fell to the ground beside Peter. He looked sadly at me. I grasped my side and felt blood pour through my side. I curled up beside him.

"I'm Sorry," I repeated. Just as I was about to kiss his cheek Hook leaned down and stabbed me. I heard Peter's scream.

"WENDY!"

I woke up covered in a cold sweat. My blankets were tangled up around me. My Mother was standing over me and all the boys were gathered around the bed.

"Wendy! What's wrong?" She asked.

"Oh, Nothing mother," My voice broke. "Just a bad dream. That's all."

"Okay Darling, Now go back to sleep," She said buying it.

"Wendy, Why were you screaming 'Just wait' and 'Sorry' and 'Peter'?" Curly asked. I blushed and hid under the covers.

"You miss him a lot don't you?" Micheal asked. Yes I did. Very, Very, very much. When the boys didn't get an answer they turned away and crawled into their beds. I ended up crying myself to sleep.

Third Person

It continued like that for two years.

Wendy cried herself to sleep every night. Much to the Boys disappointment, she stopped telling stories. She grew distant and very unhappy. Every night she sat at the window at the nursury and stared out the window. Searching the heavens. Muttering things like, "Peter, Come Back' and 'Peter, I'm sorry'. Her face was always covered in tears and she rarely ate anymore. She had to be moved to another room. To become a 'Lady'.

"Wendy, Suppers ready," Her mother said with no hope in her voice, For Wendy had not eaten with the family in more than four months. But Tonight was slightly different she felt a slightly happy feeling.

She got up and dressed in a pretty pink dress. She washed her face so there wasn't as obvious she had been crying. She brushed and tried her curly hair into a tight bun and walked down stairs. Everyone was already eating quietly when she walked in. They all dropped their forks, which clattered to the ground noisily. She smiled weakly at them. Wendy pulled up a chair and started picking at a bit of food on her plate.

"Wendy." Her father said smiling and breaking the silence. "How are you darling?"

"I'm Fine," Wendy replied and went back to picking at her supper.

"Wendy your mother and I have been thinking," Her father began. "Your almost fifeteen and will soon Become a lady."

Wendy's heart stopped she knew what was coming next.

"We thin you should start looking for a husband."

"NO!" Wendy yelled she jumped up and ran out the door, up the stairs and into the nursury. Wendy heard their footsteps following me. She dived under Micheal's bed and pulled out the sword that Peter gave her. No one knew she had it. It was really well hidden. She didn't want it taken away. It was the only thing she had left from him. When everyone went out she took the sword out and practiced what Peter taught her. It was always able to calm her down. Everyone came parading into her room right after she had gotten back on her feet.

"Stay back!" She said waving the sword. Everyone took a step back, looking at the supposedly insane girl. "I won't get married! Never!" She said lashing the sword out again.

"Wendy, put the sword down!" Her mother said slowly.

"No, I'm leaving! And I'm not coming back!" She ran past her parent out the door and down stairs. I ran out the door I kept runnng until I didn't feel like I couldn't run anymore. Then I fell down and everything went black.