Hey, guys! Second upload in two day! Sorry, but this one is really short. I really wanted to get this part out before I wrote any more. It is also from one of the Lost Boys POV: Nibs. I hope you like it.

Chapter Five

Nibs' POV

Peter and Wendy still hadn't returned and it was almost morning. A bad feeling was starting to form in my stomach but I tried to force it away. Peter would be alright. He could handle anything that thrown at him. He was next to invincible.

At least, that is what I told myself.

Being the oldest-and wisest-of the Lost Boys, I needed to put on a brave face while Peter was away. I wasn't entirely sure how old I was. Maybe twelve? Thirteen? Anyway, it didn't particularly matter in Neverland.

Back in the hideout, some of the boys were beginning to fret. We were all waiting in the main room of the hideout, unable to sleep. Before Peter had left with Wendy, he had seemed off. He had looked extremely worried. Although he had tried to hide this from us, I was able to see right through him.

Peter was scared.

Slightly and Tootles were seated at the table, and I leaning against the wall close by. Tink was perched on top of the wonky cupboard that had been screwed into the wall. It looked like it was going to break off at any moment. Curly, the youngest of the Lost Boys, was looking at me with large, worried eyes. Taking in his wild blonde hair that stuck out in every direction, it was easy to see where he got him name from. He was a tiny little thing with incredibly big, brown eyes. We had guessed that he was only about six.

"Nibs," he said. "They should be back by now."

"I know," I agreed. "But-"

"What if they're hurt?" Marmaduke, one of the twin, interrupted. He and Blinky had been lying on their back on the floor and now sat up. Pushing his black hair back off of his face, Marmaduke looked to his brother. They were both in desperate need of a haircut. And a serious knock to the mouth. You see, the twins had this habit of never knowing when to keep their lips sealed.

"Or worse," Binky said. He turned to look at Curly, who in turn looked terrified. Binky swept his hand over his neck in a cutting motion and made a strangled noise. "Dead."

"Nibs, what if they're dead?!" Curly wailed, running over to clutch my leg. I stumbled slightly as the youngest Lost Boy ploughed into me.

I placed a hand on his back reassuringly as I gave Binky my coldest glare. "Don't be an asshole," I snapped at him.

He glared back. "Shove off. I was just messing with him." Crossing his arms over his chest, Blinky huffed loudly. "Stop being a sook, Curly."

"Knock it off, Binky," Tootles barked form his seat at the table. Binky mumbled a few choice words under his breath that had me wanting to cover Curly's young ears. Flopping down onto his back once again, he stared up at the ceiling angrily.

Tugging on my pants, Curly drew my attention back to him. He looked up at me, saying softly, "Where do you think they are?" The poor fella looked to be on the verge of tears.

Ruffling his messy hair, I pried his arms off of my leg and lifted him up. Curly wrapped his arms around my neck as I carried him over to the table. I sat him down on the edge. "You know Peter," I said lightly with a smile. "He's probably cured up under a tree, asleep at the camp, tired from having danced around the fire all night with the Indians."

Curly nodded, looking as if he was trying to believe me.

"Or he's out fighting pirates," Slightly offered. "Saving Wendy moments before she is forced to walk off the plank!" He pushed his chair back and stood, pretending to lunge at me with his imaginary sword. I laughed as I dodged back, thankful that Slightly was also trying to keep Curly form crying.

"Maybe he's busy sweeping Wendy off of her feet," I said. Swiping my leg out, I knocked Slightly's feet out from under him and he fell to the floor, landing on his butt. Curly let out a childlike giggle and I smiled at him.

"Oh, Peter," Slightly said in a horrible impersonation of Wendy, batting his eyelashes at me. He clutched his to his chest and all but swooned. "I knew you would come back for me."

Curly was cackling like a little madman, so I decide to keep playing along. I dropped to one knee in front of Slightly, taking his hand like I was about to propose to him. "Wendy, my darling, I could never leave you."

Curly jumped down off the table, and walked over to me, a big grin on his young face.

"You guys are idiots," Tootles said, laughing at us.

"You're just jealous you don't have a love like ours," I retorted.

"Yes, that-"

The roof of the hideout exploded. The sound of wood and the ground being ripped apart filled my ears. Curly screamed and I threw him to the ground, covering him with my body as debris fell. Clumps of soil and earth rained down on us, settling on my hair and skin. I clenched my eyes shut tightly as dust and dirt filled the air. I cried out in pain as a large chunk of the tree that had sat directly over our hideout fell onto my back. There was shouting and yelling but I couldn't make out what was being said. All I could think about was the pain in my lower back.

Finally the noise began to recede and only a few handfuls of dirt continued to fall over us. I opened my eyes. Blinky was staring up at me, petrified. His blonde hair and skin was almost completely black from the dirt. To my right, Slightly was curled up in a ball, his hands coving his head. He slowly pulled his arms back, peaking his head out. Blood poured out of his temple as his disorientated eyes connected with mine. I looked around the destroyed room, wincing as I twisted around.

Everything was coated in dirt. I coughed as some flakes coated the inside of my throat as I breathed in. Light from the early morning sun streamed into the room through the caved-in ceiling. I heard the twins groan from under a pile of soil and tree branches. I breathed a sigh of relief. They were both still alive.

Pieces of the overhead tree had been thrown around the room. A large portion of its trunk was now resting on the table where Tootles had been sitting only moments ago. Tootles had thankfully reacted quickly to the explosion and had thrown himself under the table, protecting him from falling objects. Despite from looking alarmed, he appeared unharmed.

The crooked cupboard on the wall had fallen and lied in broken pieces on the floor. A yellow glow flickered and moved around rapidly as Tink struggled to free herself from under the cabinet door. I quickly crawled over to where she was, ignoring the splintering pain in the back. Lifting the wood off her tiny legs, I carefully picked Tink up, hugging her to my chest. She howled in pain.

Multiple loud crunching noises pilled the room, pulling my attention to the center of the room. At least twelve dark figures dropped through the open ceiling, landing on the fallen twigs and debris. They each clutched either swords or pistols. Fear seized me as they regarded us with cruel grins. To my left, I heard Curly whimper.

One stepped forward and surveyed the room with proud satisfaction. His thick coat flicked around him as he walked around the carnage at a leisurely pace, exposing a sword holstered at his waist. The spurs on the back of his boots jingled. The large hat he wore masked his face in shadows, but when he spoke, the hair on my neck rose. I recognised his slow drawl instantly.

"Hello, boys."

Thank you again for reading another chapter :D Sorry that there was no Wendy and Peter, but that is next. Promise. What did you think about Nibs' POV? Did you like hearing form the Lost Boys perspective? Also, who do you think is the sword bearing, coat and hat wearing new guy? ;D What a difficult question.