Heh, here's what you have been waiting for. What is the fate of our heroine, Melody/ Kino/ Sweets? Now you find out! XD Hope you like it. And firefaerie93 (right?), you are going to see Zephhy get back a Mist Bell a little in this chapter! Nyaa! You are not allowed to have more chapters than me! Although you probably will. That's why I have to update now! I hope you like this, another chapter I enjoyed writing.

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The ship grew silent, not even the birds squawked.

Peter cradled her head in his arms, "Melody." he whispered.

He laid her gently on the deck, turning to Smee, his eyes full of hatred. He advanced on him, a murderous glint in his eyes. "You."

Smee broke down into tears, sobbing like a small child. He had taken a life. He was a pirate, but he never felt he could do something thing this horrid.

"Pan." came the voice of the last person he wanted to see.

He turned to face the man. "What is it, Hook?"

"There is still the battle at hand." he smirked, tossing Peter his dagger.

Peter caught it skillfully, gripping it in his hand, a new found strength filling his body. He charged at Hook, his body propelled by rage.

The boys stayed with Melody ... Kino.

They knelt around her, eyes wet.

Toriko brushed a lock of hair from her face, "Kino ..."

Silent tears trickled down Zephyr's face.

Tinker Bell patted his hand, trying to console him.

Niko was hysterical, "He-he pu-pulled h-her head back, " he sobbed, "And h-he to-took the d-dagger and he ... and he ..." he howled.

Mota and Luep held him close, trying to console their youngest friend.

Toriko rubbed his face angrily, ignoring the burn when he did so. He stopped short, "Wait, did you say he pulled her head back?" he asked.

"Toriko, this ..." Mota began.

"Is not the time." Luep finished.

"But did he?" he asked, his voice holding a glimmer of hope.

"Uhh-uh-huh." Niko bawled.

Toriko reached for his tattered and torn red t-shirt, ripping a good sized piece off, revealing his stomach. He took the cloth, the cleanest piece he could find, and leaned over Kino. He wrapped the cloth around her neck, tightly enough to begin the blood clot, but loosely enough for her to still breath.

"What are you doing?" Zephyr asked, making a face.

Toriko propped her up in his lap, leaning her torso against his, trying to keep her up-right. "When you are to slit a throat," Toriko began, huddling close to Kino, trying to keep her warm, "You are supposed to push the head forward. When you do that, something important, I think it is the pulmonary vein, is exposed. It is very important."

Mota and Luep nodded, Niko's tears were slowing.

"A lot of people don't know that, so they pull the neck back when they slit it. When they do that, a special thing in your throat protects it." Toriko wiped then excess blood from her neck, shaking it from his hand, "If we can stop the bleeding, she will be fine."

"Really?" Niko asked, the faucet behind his eyes twisting shut.

"Yes, but we have to keep her safe." Toriko replied, carefully picking her up.

Zephyr fluttered after them, Tinker Bell with him.

Mota and Luep and Niko trotted after him.

He leaned against a wall, Kino resting against his chest.

The other boys huddled around her, trying to keep her warm, for the sun was slowly setting.

Things were not so happy with Hook.

Peter, receiving a new burst of energy, attacked Hook relentlessly.

It was all Hook could do to block the attacks. He was pushed back farther and farther. He stuck his foot out, tripping Peter.

Peter fell to the floor, Hook pouncing on this opportunity. He swung his sword down on Peter.

But, Peter spun around, blocking the attack with his dagger. With a mighty thrust, he pushed Hook of, hastily raising to his feet. The barrage of attacks continued.

Hook lead him all around the ship, but Pan did not let up.

Finally, he had him cornered right where they had started. He held the sword to Hook's neck, "Good-bye." he smiled

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My eyes fluttered open. My neck ached, my whole body ached. I looked to see that the sky was darkening and surrounding me were the Lost Boys. Toriko, who was holding me, smiled, his eyes lighting up.

"You're okay." he smiled.

I opened my mouth to say something, but an excruciating pain prevented me from doing so.

"You won't be able to talk for a while." Luep explained. He was curled up at my side.

"I thought you were a goner." Niko said, his eyes and nose red. Mota nodded.

"You had me scared there, Sweets." Zephyr nudged my forehead.

Tinker Bell smiled at me.

"Good-bye."

We heard a taunt, it was Peter.

I turned my battered and bruised body towards it.

Peter had Hook pinned against a wall with his sword, "An eye for an eye, a life for a life." Peter growled.

"Pihhhhh." I rasped. I tried to call out his name, but it was no use. "Pihhhhhhtheeeeeer."

He turned his head at the noise, grey eyes met aquamarine. "Melody." he whispered, "You are okay." he smiled. He tossed Hook to the ground and ran to meet me. He dropped to his knees. He had never cried a day in his life, and he was intent on never doing so. He merely knelt there, reunited with his entire crew.

Toriko relinquished me to Peter, the both of us were too battered to fly on our own. Peter held me in his arms, turning to Hook. "I will be back, and you will not be so lucky next time." he gnashed his teeth at him, taking to the air.

Luep and Mota each hooked an arm under one of Toriko's, lifting him up with them, Niko followed.

Zephyr rested on my shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

We landed somewhere in the forest, everyone in need of a break after that battle. The twins and Toriko continued to walk, for the hideout was only a few minutes away. Niko, followed them, hungry for a snack.

Zephyr coaxed Tinker Bell into taking a stroll with him.

Peter gently set me on the ground. He inspected my wound, bandaged with a piece of Toriko's shirt. The shirt was red, so you could not tell how much blood it had soaked up. My entire shirt front was covered in dried blood.

Peter handed me a tattered shirt he had found, it was enough to cover me and not covered in blood.

I graciously accepted. He turned as I turned my back to him, quickly changing. I discarded my old shirt, it was stained beyond use now. The shirt was roomy and comfortable, a brilliant shade of forest green.

He touched his palm to my hand, he was at least a head taller than me. He studied my face, probably taking inventory of all the injuries I had sustained. A scar stretched over my right cheek, Toriko gave it to me, but it was re-opened twice by Hook. a bruise on my collarbone from when Hook knocked me out, my left cheek was purple from where Hook slapped me across the face, my arms were scratched everywhere from my rough landing in the storage room, or so Zephyr told me, not to mention the cut on my neck. He smiled weakly at me, "We thought we lost you."

That last comment broke the barricades. All the tears I had fought back while on the pirate ship had broken loose. An agonized cry tore itself loose from my throat, a pain shooting through my entire body. I threw my arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck.

Peter, unprepared for this outburst, toppled backwards from the unexpected weight into the ankle-deep grass of the forest.

I am a girl, I have feelings, I try to be tough when I'm with the Lost Boys and Peter, but I am sensitive. All the happenings on the pirate ship were too much for me. For the longest time, I simply remained there on top of him, my face pressed squarely into his shoulder, sobbing. My throat burned, it hurt like nothing I had ever felt before, but at the moment, I didn't care.

Peter froze. How was he to know how to comfort a crying girl? Whenever the Lost Boys cried, he kicked them out until they stopped. He couldn't do that because they were already outside. Peter never thought about death, he did not know how greatly this experience affected his friend. As he gingerly positioned himself a bit more comfortably between my small body and the earth beneath him, two arms rose up and cradled me against his chest. One hand remained gently fixed upon the nape of my neck, while the other awkwardly traveled up and down the length of a tattered green shirt in slow, exaggerated motions. He began to coo softly in my ear.

"It's okay, Melody ... I'm here for you … it'll all be okay … I promise … " he mumbled, he was at a loss for what to do, so he spouted the words that came to his head. Whenever she looked upset, that strange fairy whispered in her ear. That always seemed to work.

He was beginning to get a chill from the cold ground, but tried to ignore the dew-kissed grass under his bottom. Being wet never was much fun. Peter's attention inexorably returned to the figure in his arms. She was soft… and warm … and …

And just a friend, nothing more.

"I -I ... was so ... sc-scared." I rasped, my voice gravelly, it hurt so much to talk, I can't believe I survived that encounter. "When the knife was pressed at my throat, " I struggled with great difficulty to choke the words out, saying how I felt would make me feel better, right? "I thought I was done for." another sob escaped my throat, making it ache even more.

Peter hoisted me up effortlessly, sitting up-right and setting me down next to him. He awkwardly held his arm out, looking in the other direction. "My butt was starting to hurt, but if you need to, you can cry in my shoulder." he mumbled.

I gave him a watery smile, I curled up to his side, my sobs turning into sniffles and the pathetic little whimpers you have after crying.

He draped his arm around my shoulder, yawning. He knocked his head against mine, resting it on the top of my head, "Don't worry about this, Melody. I won't let this happen to you again." he said almost carelessly, "That smelly old pirate cannot hurt you, unless you get a good whiff of him." Peter clutched his throat with his free hand, making gagging noises, "Then, I do not know what could happen."

I giggled softly, my throat still hurt.

"So don't cry any longer, okay?" he asked hopefully.

I wiped my tears and nodded, "Okay." I whispered.

He lifted his head from mine and stood to his feet. He bowed slightly, one hand tucked behind his back, the other extended to me.

I grinned, taking his hand. Peter had such good manners. I think he learned them from fairy banquets.

He lifted me to my feet, releasing my hand once I was steady, and we walked.

He sneaked a glance at my face, to ensure I had stopped crying, I suppose.

I gave him a grin, which he returned. We walked in silence, but whenever our shoulders bumped, I held my breath, a feeling bubbling in my stomach. It was great admiration for him, I'm sure it was.

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Zephyr and Tinker Bell flew in silence, leaving trails of gold and purple dust behind them.

"That was a scary ride, ne?" Zephyr asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yes." Tinker Bell replied in golden chimes.

"Are you okay?" Zephyr asked, inclining his head towards her.

"Fine, perfectly fine." she replied airily.

"All the blood didn't make you the least bit queasy?" he asked, a grin on his face.

Tinker Bell shuddered, "Maybe a little."

Zephyr stopped, resting on a mushroom, "I was really scared." he admitted.

Tinker Bell turned, floating in front of him, "What do you mean?"

Zephyr patted the part of the mushroom next to him, Tinker Bell looked at him warily, but sat down next to him.

"When I saw that old coot with the knife, when she fell to the floor, all that blood." he paused, giving Tinker Bell a weak smile, "It really scares you, ne?" he stretched his hands above his head, "I imagine you felt the same way when that fellow was fighting with Hook."

Tinker Bell nodded, "It's a scary feeling, being so helpless."

"He's really important to you, isn't he?" Zephyr asked, leaning back on his elbows.

She nodded, "Peter is my everything."

Zephyr flinched, he hadn't expected her to feel that way.

"And Melody, is she important to you?"

Zephyr nodded, "Yeah, Sweets is a good girl."

"How long have you known her?" Tinker Bell asked, small talk was better than silence.

"Since she was taken to the ship. I saw her, all bruised, I had to help her out." he grinned, "Too nice for my own good."

"How did you end up in Hook's ship?" she asked.

"I ... well, " he scratched the back of his head, "I guess I just needed some place to kick it for a while after that storm, remember, the one that destroyed so many plants?"

Tinker Bell nodded, of course she remembered, it was a disaster.

"The little shack I was inhabiting at the time was blown to smithereens. I needed somewhere to go, and someone just happened to have left a window open on that ship."

She winced, so that's why she had not seen him for so long, "Why didn't you just stay with Terrence or another fairy? I'm sure Treaken would have taken you in." Tinker Bell was referring to Zephyr's surrogate brother, an attractive and popular fairy among the forest folk.

"There's no way I could have asked him for help." Zephyr scowled, "Treaken is the type to hold these kinds of things over you, demanding all kinds of things and acting like you were a charity case. I'd rather live in the bottom of a pirate ship than with him." he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Tinker Bell did not know what to say, Treaken was loved by all as a kind fellow, and yet, Zephyr was saying it was all an act, "Oh." was Tinker Bell's witty response.

"I'm not surprised," he grinned, "The girlies usually can't get past that mug of his."

Tinker Bell blushed, bopping Zephyr on the head.

"Oooh, have I struck a nerve?" he laughed.

The fairer fairy scowled, fighting a smile back. Zephyr had a laugh that would make anyone smile.

"I guess I'll leave you to your fantasies." Zephyr teased, rising from the mushroom.

Tinker Bell fumed, rising her hand to strike him again.

He caught her wrist, interlocking his arm with hers, "Come now, Sweet Heart." he gave a charming smile, "What would the children think if they were to see us fighting?"

Tinker Bell giggled, "You silly ass." she smiled. Maybe she'd let him hold her arm for the fly back, just this once.

UWAAAAAAAAAAH! So what'd you think of the fluff? The tiny romance scenes? X3 I'm a little skeptical of what I wrote, so let me know! Wah! The ending of the battle was so anti-climatic! XP Sorries! R&R!