When Peter entered the Indian encampment, he noticed Tiger Lilly immediately. From behind, she looked the same as she always did; Inky black hair pulled back in a braid and her sun kissed skin stretched tautly over toned muscles but when she turned around he could see that she had grown up just like Wendy. She was sitting around the fire, the sun had set over two hours ago, with a few of the warriors and her father, and the flames cast a warm haze over her skin.

"Tiger Lilly." He cried as he attempted to land near her, but he was so out of practice and so distraught that he fell to his knees.

She leapt to her feet, dagger drawn and ready to attack "Pan?" She gargled in her heavily accented English.

"I need your help I-It—" Two spearmen came up on his sides and jabbed the air around him warily.

Tiger Lilly shouted something, waving them off. She dropped down to her knees and cupped his cheeks in her hands, encouraging him to continue with her eyes.

He stood up shakily, using her as support and tried to wipe his tears away without looking too obvious. "Wendy Lady is back." He announced in the language he couldn't have possibly known. "She is…" He struggled to imagine a way to describe her, but he wasn't sure what she was. "Sick." He finished and his voice faltered. "I don't know what's wrong with her." He admitted, and his neck started bobbing between he's shoulders and tears pushed against the backs of his eyes. It was incomprehensible, he had never wanted so deeply in his life, than to sink into the ground and become dirt. "I think it's my fault."

"How long has she been sick?" Tiger Lilly asked, switching to her language without hesitation.

Peter grasped her upper arms and cried "Just now! We were…" His face flushed, but he was too worried to have much more of a reaction "touching, and she stopped moving." He admitted, and his Adam's apple trembled with the force of his held in sob. He couldn't decide, at that moment, what was worse; that Wendy was in trouble, or that he couldn't help her.

Tiger Lilly nodded, and chewed on her dark lower lip, thinking "A sqaw." She announced. She shook her head as if convincing herself of her decision a motioned for Peter to follow. "A Sqaw and a healer." She continued, and touched the back of an elderly woman who was sitting by a fire surrounded by other women.

Leaning close to the woman, Tiger Lilly spoke in a voice that was just barely more than breathing into the woman's ear. Peter had no idea what was being said, but he tried to put on his most pitiful expression, letting his lower lip push ahead, and his bright green eyes shine. The Sqaw looked over at him, scrutinizing him with intense dark eyes, she stood up and slowly made her way over to Peter. She was mumbling something under her breath that Peter didn't recognize, but Tiger Lilly's face flushed a deep red. He looked between the two ladies, not understanding what was happening at all and was at a loss for words as the Sqaw pushed passed him as if she was making for the Hallow.

"I'll fly us, it will be faster." He announced, taking to the air.

"I've lived too long to die like a fool, Pan, I'll walk on the ground the way I was meant to." She grumbled and continued her slow shuffle towards the forest.

"But-" Peter gulped and followed after the old woman.

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Unfortunately, back at the tree house he had left mere moments ago, Hook had found someone who knew how to locate Lost Boy Hallows, and was now entering the small den with a wicked smile. "Oh- isn't this just quaint." He cooed as he followed behind his pirates, watching them with pleasure as they rounded up the boys quickly, and tied them to each other. The young man who had helped them stood at his side, eyes searching frantically, looking for his sister. "Michael Darling, you must calm down." He tsked, encircling the boy's wrist with his hook.

"I only lead you here to find Wendy." Michael Darling growled.

Hook rolled his periwinkle eyes and retracted his hook. "Then by all means, find her." Walking back to where he had entered "Smee," He called, as he watched Michael run off "Bring me the note."

Michael pushed the bark that separated the rooms open and saw Wendy, unseeing eyes opened towards the ceiling, he gasped. "What has Pan done?" He started towards her but was grabbed from behind. One of the larger Pirates had hooked his arms under Michael's armpits and was holding him back from his unconscious sister. "Hook!" He screamed, the sound making his throat raw.

Casually cleaning his ear with his pinkie finger, and smiling steadily, Hook entered the room. "You seem upset, but then… you did make a deal with Pirates, Michael Darling, did you expect us to be good to our word?" He crooned and walked over to where Wendy had started trembling on the large bed. Now Michael could clearly see her pale unblemished skin… everywhere.

A roar had started deep within his stomach and he thrashed against the bulky pirate to no avail, hot tears of rage rolling down his cheeks "Don't touch her you piece of shit." He sobbed. How could he have let this happen? First, it seems, Pan takes advantage of her, and now Hook? "You bastard." He let out one final force of all his effort, before finally falling limp.

"Don't act surprised." Hook drawled as he made his way over to Wendy and used his hook to pull the covers away, revealing her soft body.

Michael closed his eyes.

"She'll need something to wear." Hook whispered softly, and pulled his own cloak off to cover her up. "Put the scrawny brat in her place."

Shocked by Hook's act of kindness he almost didn't let the words sink in, until the dragged out what seemed to be the corpse of Slightly Soiled. The outraged cries of the lost boys reached him even though they were being dragged out of the fort. Slightly was covered in wounds, and if it weren't for the blood that dripped from the cuts on his ribcage when he bled, Michael would have thought the boy dead. This was all his fault. He bit his lip and let more tears stream down his cheeks when his eyes ran down the boy's body, to the varying levels of dried blood around his anus and crusted onto his legs. This was all his fault. Michale watched in horror as Hook pulled Wendy, covered by his cloak, into his arms,
and planted a soft kiss on her forhead. "This would have been impossible without you, I applaud your treachery."

It was all his fault.