Wendy heard the creaking floorboards and wondered why Peter had returned to her room. Moaning, she turned over and opened one eye. A dark shape was darkening her bed, a lethal-looking sword positioned over her neck. She opened her mouth to scream but she was immediately gagged with several pieces of material and felt her hands being tied behind her back. She struggled and screamed for Peter but of course her pleas fell on deaf ears. There was a dark chuckle and the room lit up for a second from a match. The pirates' eyes all glowed with malice.

"Let him think he's lost her. Until the brat finds his little mother. Then he'll wish she WAS dead." There was dark laughter and Wendy struggled with her captor. She gasped into her gag when the pirate flung the match onto the ground and the room immediately burst into flame. Someone grabbed her and flung her over their shoulder and as she was carried away, she watched Peter's hideout disappear in a cloud of smoke. Wendy struggled with all her might and her captor smacked her behind, drawing a shriek from her gagged mouth. She tossed her head and saw her necklace hit the dirt. Her captor smacked her again and this time, Wendy lay limply across the man's broad shoulders.

Peter sighed and flung a rock across the lagoon. It sunk, which did not improve his mood. He wished things could stay the same. He didn't see why they couldn't. Why did one person have to change things? And why, WHY, couldn't he get her out of his head? Why did she instill these feelings inside him? Was it because of her kiss? Had that stupid thing done all this? If that was the case, she should have just let Hook run him through. Peter scowled at himself as he pulled his knees into his chest.

"Stupid. She saved your life. Being alive with feelings is better than being dead," he told himself. Sighing deeply, he lowered his chin onto his arms and stared out over the lagoon. Suddenly, his ears perked up and he jumped to his feet. Something was wrong; Peter had the uncanny ability to detect danger and he knew it was somewhere nearby. He turned and saw a great deal of smoke coming through the trees. Frowning, he leaped into the air and soared high into the sky. He saw a ball of light rushing toward him and Tink's worried face came into clear view.

"Peter! Your hideout!"

"What? What about it?"

"It's…destroyed! Come on!" Peter's brow furrowed even further as he followed the fairy through the trees and started choking from the thick smoke. As he neared his home, his heart plummeted to the bottom of his chest as he saw enormous flames ravaging the forest. The Indians were dumping buckets of water and some of the winged creatures had come to help, hovering over the flames and attempting to put them out before the fire got any further. Peter fell to his knees in front of the remains of his home and shook his head. Tink gently touched his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Peter."

"Who would have done this?" Tink merely shook her head but Peter suddenly gasped and he felt a pain in his heart.

"Wendy!" Tink frowned in confusion and let out a cry as Peter nearly jumped through the flames. Two of the Indians grabbed his arms and held him back.

"Let go of me! Wendy! I have to save Wendy!"

"She was in there?"

"She IS in there! Let go of me!"

"Peter. Stop." Peter turned to the Indian princess with wide glassy eyes.

"Your home is nothing but cinders. If there was anyone in there—"

"No. NO! Don't you say it! She got out, she had to! She can't be…she CAN'T be…" Peter fell to his knees, overcome by sobs. The Indians took a step back, never having seen their young prince break down like this. Tiger Lily knelt beside him and put her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look up.

"If she's alive, we'll find her."

"She has to be," he said through his tears. Tiger Lily muttered something in her native language to one of her brothers and he marched off, searching the ground for clues. Peter turned back to his burning home, which was now extinguished and nothing more than a few twigs. True, he didn't have many belongings but it had been his and the Lost Boys' home for many years and something twisted inside him to see it disappear so easily.

"Peter!" He whirled around and ran over to where Tiger Lily was standing, her brother holding something in his hand. Peter grabbed it and gasped.

"It's my kiss."

"You mean it belonged to her?"

"Belongs. And yes, she wears this around her neck."

"Then she did make it out of the hideout," Tiger Lily muttered. Peter felt relief wash over him but it was replaced by more panic.

"Then where is she now? Could whoever have done this, have taken her?"

"I think we can agree that this was no accident. Someone who wants to hurt you burned your home. And kidnapped your lady."

"Who?" Hook was dead. No matter what his dreams said, Hook was dead and gone. "I have no other enemies."

"Perhaps the pirates are seeking revenge for their captain," one of the braves said wisely. Peter stared.

"I shall run every one of them through!"

"We need a plan. We need to find out if the pirates are behind this. Arrow," she called and one of the braves came forward and bowed. "You lead a scouting party to the shore. You must not be seen. Find out if the pirates have our Wendy-bird. Report back to me. Peter, you come with me. Father will want to devise an attack with you." Peter stood and slipped Wendy's necklace over his head, where it rested against his thimble. Tink landed on his shoulder.

"I'll do whatever I can to help you, Peter. I'll help you find her."

"Thank you, Tink," he said in a serious tone. Tink touched his cheek and he followed Tiger Lily away from the smoking ashes that had been his home.

Wendy opened her eyes and winced at the sunlight that was pouring through the barred window of the cabin she was staying in. The pirates had chained her hands and feet with heavy manacles that were leaving deep sores. She had fallen asleep in a strange position and now her neck ached. Attempting to stretch out, she felt the chains pull at her and she sighed heavily. WHAT was going on? She hadn't seen any faces that she recognized and she couldn't fathom why she had been taken. She knew it had something to do with Peter of course, but what did they want with her? At that moment, the door swung open and two pirates strode in. It took Wendy a moment to recognize the one on the left but she gasped when she did.

"Mister Smee," she said softly.

"It's Captain now, thanks to your little friend," Smee sneered. The once-kindly old man looked fierce and cold and Wendy shivered a little.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"You're a smart girl, Miss Wendy. I'm sure you can figure it out."

"Peter will be looking for me, and when he comes…" she gasped and fell silent, her eyes widening. "This is a trap. For Peter. You're hoping to capture him when he comes to rescue me."

"I knew you was a smart girl," Smee said with a haughty grin. Wendy shook her head as the pirates chuckled.

"It won't work. Peter's smart and he'll figure out your plan!"

"No he won't. Cause not even you knows what we've got planned. When he finds you, he'll think you've betrayed him. We want our little prince to have a broken heart and no more happy thoughts before we slit his throat." Wendy's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?"

"Won't say no more just yet, my dear." Smee knelt in front of Wendy and took out a glinting golden dagger. He sliced the blade across Wendy's neck and she cried out in pain as the wound started to sting. Without another word, Smee stood and beckoned for the other pirate to follow him.

"But Cap'n, we're just going to leave her be? I thought you were going to do something to make Pan think she's betrayed him."

"I have. And now we wait." He stalked off, leaving the pirate to stare after him in confusion.

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