Alrighty, this is a pretty mushy chapter because I had to include the boys and Peter's reunion. Also, this is probably the last chapter I am going to write for a while because I have a big game coming up and as much as I would prefer to be writing instead of warming the bench, I owe my time to my team. However, If I receive enough requests I might throw in a really really long chapter to tide you guys over until after the game. ;) consider my offer and write me some reviews! I'm starting to feel unloved Enjoy this chapter, It made me tear up while writing it

"Proud and insolent youth," said Hook, "prepare to meet thy doom." "Dark and sinister man," Peter answered, "have at thee."

(hehe foreshadowing ^)

Chapter 7:

I awoke to find Wendy sitting next to the bed, resting her head on her arms, as she sleeps quietly. She is gorgeous. I reach out my hand to stroke her cheek when pain shoots through my body. Cringing, I look at my left arm and notice it is covered in bandages and a sling. What happened?

Scattered memories of Wendy flying; no she was falling and I was flying after her, fill my mind. That's right Wendy jumped out of her window and I caught her. But, I guess I couldn't save us both from the fall. My head throbs and my lip stings as I lightly touch it. I was pretty beaten up.

Wendy seemed unharmed which is a great thing. Her golden hair is tucked behind her ears and she is still in her torn dress, but it has more mud on it than before. She looks so peaceful; she was almost smiling in her sleep.

I looked over myself once more and noticed thick bandages around my middle. Was I shot? Then I remembered the fall from the roof earlier. Terrific, the prince of Neverland had a broken arm AND ribs. Not to mention my dashing good looks were now hidden by cuts that would most likely become scars.

Wendy stirred in her sleep, bringing my worries back to her. Using my good arm, I reached down around her waist and pulled her into the bed. She was dead asleep and her change of position didn't wake her. How did I get inside? She couldn't possibly have carried me all the way… John! That's it! He had come and helped her bring me to her room. But she had managed to get me to the foyer, which was quite an impressive feat.

She started murmuring something inaudible then, as is by force of habit, curled up and rested her head on my shoulder with her arm draped softly over my injured chest. I was startled by this display of affection and froze with my hand in air, unsure where to put it. I hesitantly placed my arm around her and wrapped my hand over her side.

Feeling very comforted, I decided to close my eyes as well. Maybe I could catch a few more Z's before she woke up. After all, we had both had a very eventful day. I had just started to doze off when I felt a sudden jab at my hurt arm. "Ouch!" I hissed quietly yet angrily. I opened my eyes and saw a boy who looked surprisingly a lot like a younger me.

"Michael?" I whisper.

His blue eyes lit up at the sound of my voice then they hardened quickly.

"What are you doing with my sister?" He asks trying to sound strict and protective.

"Nothing, Michael, I promise. I am just holding her."

"Why?" He pouts.

"Well, uhh, see, uhhh, she and I were tired. We had a bad fall earlier. That's why my arm is hurt." I was actually nervous and worried about a puny 13 year old.

"That doesn't explain why she is in your arms."

"Well umm no it doesn't. She just looked uncomfortable in that chair so I put her next to me. She kinda put herself around me. I only laid my hand around her-"

"Just don't try anything with her, Pan." The way he spit my name out made me miss the little toddler I remembered from years ago.

"Is everything alright, Michael?"

"No, Peter, its not. You haven't been here for five years! FIVE YEARS, PETER!," He shouted, alarming me. I couldn't believe I was about to be lectured by a kid. "Now, you just fly in here and Wendy swoons over you as if you never left. Well, maybe she forgot all the times she cried her eyes out over you or got bullied senselessly over believing in a soaring orphan, but I didn't. I dried every tear and comforted her every night she broke down while you were back in Neverland, without a care in the world."

He was truly fuming. Michael's blonde hair was slicked back but in his fit of rage, a section of hair had fallen in front of his eyes. His eyes were identical to mine, a blueish green that resembled the rare seaweed that grew in Neverland. He had thick eyelashes that only brought my attention to his eyes even more. He was about 5 feet and 8 inches tall and was as slender as a twig. Showing a few small muscles in his arms, he had he fists balled up in resentment of my body so close to his sisters.

"Michael, let me explain. I never left you or your sister. I stayed hidden all day for five years. At night I would return home and tend to my duties as Prince of Neverland, then race back here in the morning. I couldn't let Wendy see me no matter how badly I wanted her to. She had wanted to grow up. I couldn't stand in the way of what she wanted so badly."

"But didn't you see, Peter? Growing up is not what she expected!" Michael seemed slightly less angered and more at a loss to understand why I didn't speak to his sister all these years.

"I thought it would get better. I'm sorry Michael, I truly am. I hated having to stay away from a family who I loved so much."

Michael stared at me. I had said it. The "L" word.

"Peter? You loved us?" He had tears leaking out of his eyes.

"I still do." I whispered as tears poured from my eyes too. When did I become such a softie? Wendy and her brothers did this to me. I did really love them. The boys were like my sons and Wendy their mother; just like the game we used to play with the Lost Boys.

Michael threw himself into my arms and even though the pain in my chest from my ribs was excruciating, I enjoyed the embrace.

"We love you too, Peter," said John as he walked in the room. I knew someone was outside the door eavesdropping. I gave him a smile and he rested his hand on my shoulder.

Wendy moved her head around, nuzzling up closer to me. Both boys gave me a quick threatening look which softened into one of approval. I smiled and leaned my head against Wendy's. As I closed my eyes, I saw the boys creep quietly out of the bedroom.

"I love you, Wendy." I softly whisper in her ear. She smiles in her sleep and holds onto me a little tighter. It was the perfect moment with my Lost Girl, until the window suddenly flew open and I heard a familiar devilish laugh.

"Hello, Boy."