Sorry I've been really busy lately I thought I would add this because you're all probably tired of waiting. I know its short but it's something to read, and this weekend I will get caught up so you could read more than a couple paragraphs.

Chapter 6

Peter flew into the tree house with Wendy in his arms, she still couldn't move so he set her down on his bed. "I promise I will be back as fast as I can." He told her, he leaned down and kissed her head.

He flew off as fast as he could to the fairy tree; he stood in the tall glass and put both fingers in his mouth so he could whistle as loud as he could. Just then a swarm of fairy's emerged from the tree. "Please I need your help, there someone here who is very sick, please I need you to help her." He was talking so fast and he stuttered every second word. The fairies muttered something that only Peter could understand. Just then they all rushed back to the tree house.

Wendy lay in the same spot Peter left her. The fairies rushed around her and you could barely see Wendy through the mass of glowing lights.

Peter watched the fairies work their magic, he couldn't bear watching Wendy in pain and having nothing that he could do about it.

After about ten minutes of waiting the fairies talked to Peter again and told him that she was fine, she will have bruises but nothing to horrible; they managed to get rid of the poison in her system so she should be awake within the hour. Peter thanked them and then they left.

Peter looked at Wendy and walked slowly toward her. He sat on the edge of his bed and picked up pieces of her hair and played with them.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered,

Wendy's eyes were closed because the fairies put her in a sleep so she could relax for a while.

He lay beside her and curled his arm around her, he listened to her breath. In and out, in and out.

He thought that he couldn't live if that breath stopped.

Wendy's eyes opened and remembered where she was, she remembered the smell of forest and dirt. Then felt an arm curled around her, she tried to roll over to make sure that it was Peter and not that god awful man she never wanted to see again in her entire life.

She could feel her muscles in horrible pain as she turned to see who the arm belonged to. She smelt his personal sent of soft and comforting man and knew it was Peter; she looked up into his closed eyes and curled up in his chest.

Peter felt rummaging around and opened his eyes to find that Wendy had moved and got excited to see that the fairies had done it.

"Wendy!" he exclaimed

Wendy moaned

"Thank god." He said and he hugged her tightly.

"I'm in a little pain, but I feel fine otherwise." Said Wendy

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that, one moment you were there the next you were gone dancing with a man and then you were gone again." He told her

"I know, I'm sorry I should have never left your side, and trusted that man." Said Wendy

"No, don't blame yourself, it was I who did not pay much attention to you, I was caught up in old friends, I should have been more protective of the one I love most." Said Peter

Wendy sighed, and snuggled back into him.

"He didn't do anything to you did he?" asked Peter, his body got tense and angry.

Wendy tried to remember, "He did not touch me, I must say that thankfully that woman walked in and stopped him before he could do anything."

"But he managed to take your clothes off." Said Peter, his temper was rising

"Yes." Said Wendy

"He got the chance to see what is mine; he saw your perfect body that is only meant for my eyes." Peter said, he then looked at Wendy's arms and saw the dark purple circles forming. "He gave you these." He said and took her arm as gentle as he could and kissed the bruise ever so slightly.

"I know that he laid his revolting eyes on my, but that's all he did lay on, and we should both be thankful it was nothing more, my lips still belong to you Peter." She said and looked up into his eyes.

The tense in his body slowly went away, "Yes, I agree those are still mine." He said, and he tilted her head up and kissed her slightly

"What time is it?" asked Wendy

Peter looked at his wristwatch, "It is seven in the morning." He told her,

"Well we slept for a long time didn't we." Wendy said and smiled

"Yes, yes we did." Replied Wendy

"So since we are in Neverland, could we do some adventuring?" asked Wendy