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Peter woke up to voices outside his tent. Yawning, he stretched and walked outside to find Tiger Lily, her father, and several of the braves sitting around and talking.

"Ah, Peter. Come here." Tiger Lily moved to make a space for Peter to sit between her and her father and the Chief patted Peter on the back.

"My daughter tells me your lady is missing."

"Yes. They took Wendy. And burned down my hideout."

"We are waiting for our braves to return from the south side of the island. They agreed to watch the pirates and see if there is anything suspicious going on." Peter nodded and leaned back in his seat, flinging his leg over the side as he always did.

"I want to go myself. I want to search for her. I don't like her being away from me for this long." The Chief and his daughter exchanged looks.

"Pan feels for Wendy-bird?" Peter avoided the Chief's eyes. He still hated the word 'feelings'.

"Yes. I do."

"Then we must get her back. Pan's enemies could use Wendy-bird to bring Pan down. Wendy-bird is your happy thought." Peter looked up at him quickly, frowning.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If she is your happy thought, someone could discover how much she means to you and hurt her, to get to you. Hurting her means killing you," Tiger Lily said in a soft voice. Peter swallowed. He didn't know what to say to that but he knew it to be true. After all, Hook had brought him down once before and he had used Wendy to do it. He had told Peter that Wendy would grow up and forget all about him. That she would replace him with a husband. Those words had erased all happy thoughts from Peter's mind and he had fallen at Hook's feet. He remembered the feeling of Hook's cold blade at his throat and he shivered. He looked up at the Chief and nodded.

"We have to find her."

Wendy's throat burned from lack of water and she felt dizzy from lack of food. She had lost track of time and hadn't had a single visitor in what felt like years. She kept telling herself that Peter was working on a plan to save her; why else was he waiting so long to come to her aid? A part of her insisted that he had decided she wasn't worth risking his life but she squashed that part quickly. She knew Peter cared for her. He even had strong feelings for her. She knew he would try to rescue her. She only hoped that he would not fall into any sort of trap when he did come.

The door opened and she looked up quickly, for a burly pirate she did not know entered her cabin with a tray. He glanced down and nodded.

"You look like the Cap'n said you would. Brought you some food and drink. I know it's been awhile since you had anyfink."

"How long have I been in here," she asked in a cracked voice; she sounded as if she had not used it in weeks.

"Three days, give or take," the pirate responded as he unlocked the chains on her wrists.

"Three days?!" Peter had not come for her in three days?! She couldn't believe it. Perhaps he HAD decided to stay away after all. The pirate released her arms and she felt pain as she brought her hands into her lap and tried to relax her burning muscles.

"Here. The Cap'n said to bring you this. Eat so you can regain your strength."

"What is he going to do with me?"

"Not my place, Missy. Eat. I'll be back fer the tray." Wendy watched him go and wished he would have stayed, just so she would have some company. She had been alone here for three days. She felt anger towards Peter and towards Neverland. Why had they just let her suffer aboard this ship? It was possible they didn't know where she was but any moron could guess that pirates had kidnapped her. Peter was smart, she thought he would have figured it out in two seconds. Why then hadn't he come? Sighing, she forced down the moldy bread and the metallic water and found it difficult to swallow. When she finished her measly meal, she pushed the tray aside and flexed her fingers, attempting to loosen her aching muscles a bit more. Glancing down, she frowned as she realized the nightgown she was wearing had grown much too tight. The material had even ripped at the bottom, revealing her smooth legs; she glanced down at her chest and gasped. Her bust was certainly larger than it had been three days ago…her gown was stretching across her large chest and her eyes widened as her hands did a quick pat down of her entire body.

"What's happening to me," she whispered in horror. Her head snapped up when the door opened and the pirate returned.

"Sir, sir could you please bring me a mirror?"

"Finally catching on are yeh," said a voice behind the man. Smee walked in, the same sneer on his face and he crossed his arms.

"Whatever do you mean?" Wendy asked, crossing her arms in an attempt to hide herself. Smee chuckled.

"You've changed a bit, Miss Wendy. Looking quite…grown up, I'd say."

"What?"

"Fetch the girl a mirror." The pirate was back immediately holding a handsome golden mirror and he handed it to Wendy. The mirror went crashing to the floor and shattered glass went everywhere.

"You little wench. That belonged to the Cap'n. Seven years bad luck and you deserve every bit of it," Smee growled. He closed the door forcefully, leaving Wendy to stare at her hands in utter terror and disbelief.

Peter paced his tent impatiently, ready to pull out his sword and fly away. The Chief had confined him to his tent for nearly the whole day and he had set several braves on guarding the tent. The braves had returned two days ago, saying that they did not see Wendy aboard the ship but that the Jolly Roger was now under command of the former first mate, Mister Smee. Also that something was being heavily guarded in one of the cabins. Peter was convinced it was Wendy and had set off immediately, only to be stopped by the Chief, who told him he had to keep a cool head and they had to learn more first. Peter's heart ached at the thought of Wendy being locked up in the pirates' cabin and how afraid she must be. But the Chief had sent the braves back to do some more spying. On Peter's third attempt to sneak out of the Village, the Chief decided he had better keep Peter guarded. Peter was furious; no one ever told him what to do and he was usually the one to do the spying and the fighting. But the Chief had explained, because it was Wendy who was involved, Peter's judgement was being clouded by his heart. Whatever that meant, Peter didn't care and all he wanted to do was get to Wendy. Three days had already gone by and he was more than ready to have her back in his arms. He saw the flap open and he stopped pacing and watched Tiger Lily enter his tent.

"How long is your father going to keep me locked in here?"

"It is for your own safety, Peter. You have a very short temper. You are so willing to put yourself in danger for this girl and we just need a little more time—"

"What if she's dead already, Tiger Lily? What if we're too late? I will never forgive your father or your people!"

"Peter, you must believe she is alive," the princess said soothingly. Peter shook his head.

"I don't want her to think I've abandoned her. She's been missing for three days, Tiger Lily. Imagine how alone she must feel."

"We'll be ready to confront the pirates very soon. Be patient. Do not lose your temper. Tinkerbell has come to see you." Tiger Lily bowed her head and retreated and Tink zoomed in.

"Did you find anything out, Tink?"

I'm sorry, Peter. I searched the ship but I didn't see her anywhere. Either they are keeping her locked up somewhere very secret or they don't have her.

"Who else could have taken her, Tink?"

How can we be sure that someone took her? Maybe she left—

"No! She wouldn't just leave me. She promised to stay with me. Someone kidnapped her. The same someone who burned down the hideout."

But it's been nearly four days, Peter. You don't think she could be—

"NO." He spoke so loudly, Tink nearly fell from the sky. His fists were balled up at his sides and he was fuming. "No, she's not dead. Why does everyone want her to be dead?"

We don't Peter! We're just considering all of the options. Something you're not doing. That's why you're being held here. Just calm down and think logically. Don't let your feelings for her get in the way—

"You sound like the Chief. What does that even mean?!" Tink sighed and shook her tiny head.

I'll go back one more time and search again. I saw the braves returning so perhaps they have more information. She flew off his shoulder and prepared to leave.

"Tink. " She stopped and turned back to the boy, who was watching her with pleading eyes. "Thank you." She nodded and took off out of the tent. When she was gone, Peter sighed and sat Indian-style on the blankets, resting his chin on his hands. He glanced down and played with the necklaces that he wore. Their kisses. He closed his eyes and gripped the acorn tightly.

"Please let her be alright. Please don't let anything happen to her. If anything happens to her, I don't know what I'll do."

"Let her off right here." The boat stopped and Wendy felt sick to her stomach, though from the water sloshing over the boat or her newfound discovery, she didn't know. Smee nudged her with his toe and she rose, unsteadily, to her feet.

"Get out of here, wench," he growled. Wendy fought the tears that were threatening to stain her cheeks.

"What happened to you, Mister Smee? You used to be so kind."

"That was before you and your brat destroyed the most important person in my life," he spat. "Mark my words, I'll avenge my Captain. Pan made it much easier this time around, my dear. He brought you here." Cackling, Smee pushed her away and she nearly fell into the water. She watched as the boat floated away and back toward the ship. Feeling tears spill over her eyes, she quickly wiped them away and turned from the pirates who were sailing away. She walked the edge of the beach and found a small pool of water near the rocks. Kneeling next to it, she dipped her wrists into the cool water and hissed as her manacle wounds stung. She then attempted to splash some water onto her ankles, which were still bleeding. But as she attempted to clean her wounds, she became acutely aware of how tight and uncomfortable her gown was now. She winced and stood, attempting to pull it away from her flesh but just ripped it even more. Groaning in frustration, she collapsed in a weeping heap and hid her face in her hands. Sniffling, she leaned over the water and surveyed her reflection. What she saw drew more deep gasps and sobs. The little girl was gone. Wendy Darling had become a woman.