A/N: Ok, this is a surprise fic. I got the sudden inspiration at 12:30 in the morning and had to write it. Took me two hours! Hook x Pan is my favorite Disney pairing ever even though I use the Once Upon A Time Hook image and the live Peter Pan with Jeremy Sumpter for Peter's image.

This takes place before Hook's hand was fed to the crocodile so he doesn't hold as much of a grudge against Peter and he still has both hands. Just makes things a little more interesting.

WARNING: Yaoi, gay sex in next chapter, MALE X MALE, may be considered pedophilia or shotacon…you've been warned so deal with it.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN…the plot…not the characters.

Enjoy…

There was something wrong. The heaviness in his limbs and the ache beneath his skin was making flying difficult. Heat seemed to radiate from his skin even though the night air was cool around him. When he asked Curly if it was warm out he flailed his arms around a bit before shaking his head and running off with the other lost boys to play with their stones and sticks. Tinkerbell flew around him constantly, her light only adding to his headache so he shooed her away. After feeling absolutely stifled in the small tree house, Pan took off in search of a cooler place. Finally he landed at the edge of the ocean and simply splashed into the water. He lay there and let the waves roll over him, turning his dusty, blond hair a darker brown. He only meant to lay there for a few moments but he was feeling so tired and achy that when he closed his eyes he didn't feel like opening them again.

Hook had his telescope glued to his eye as he scanned the skies for Pan. He'd been doing so for the past hour when his obnoxious crew finally forced him out of the cabins below with their irritating brawling. He stood in the cool night air, searching for Pan for a good fight. A flicker to the left and his whole body shifted, leaning farther over the railing as he steadied the scope on the tiny flickering light just at the edge of the sea. Tinkerbell. Hook's mouth stretched wide in a wicked smile and he quickly cast down a boat. He tossed ropes over his shoulder and made sure he had his gun and sword on his belt before descending into the dingy and rowing towards his prey.

The waves were becoming choppier as the wind picked up around him. Hook looked up into the skies at the unusual grey clouds rolling in and wondered what this odd weather could be about. The tugging on the ores was becoming difficult so he pulled faster, reaching the edge of the sand quickly in hopes that his prey hadn't been scared off by the odd change in atmosphere. Once he stepped foot onto sand he scanned the shoreline, quickly spotting the frantic fairy darting to and fro above the waves. The first droplets of rain splattered against the sand next to Hook and he looked up in time to catch one on his cheek. This was certainly ominous.

Shaking off the feeling of dread Hook dug in the heel of his boot and crouched a little lower as if that'd hide him against the expanse of sand in the nearly lightless night. He began to become suspicious when he drew closer to the twinkling fairy and there were no shouts around him. Finally he stood up completely and the little light stilled. Certainly she'd seen him now. Hook released his sword from its scabbard and crept closer to the still light before it rushed him. The sword missed the little fairy by inches as she went straight for his face.

Tinkerbell's tiny hands quickly grasped onto his short facial hair and tugged violently, pulling him forwards and he swatted her off of him only for her to quickly tug on his hair. No matter how many times he swatted and cursed at the annoying thing it seemed to simply tug him and push and pull him in one direction. After another curse and flail towards the tiny creature she let go and flew down, her tinkling barely heard over the roar of the angry waters. She hovered above the sand where the waves were washing against a partially buried lump in the ground. Hook could see her frantic arms waving and she would fly up before quickly diving towards it.

Hook was cautious as he approached the fairy, looking around for a sneak attack but all was quiet in the jungles of Neverland but for the howling of the wind and shaking leaves of the trees. Finally he stopped before the pile under the twinkling fairy and kicked it lightly with his foot. Tinkerbell hit his leg with her tiny body and made an angry tinkling sound before landing on the pile again, her agitated wings fluttering. Hook reached down and finally laid his hand upon the pile and instead of the coldness of a rock or wet leaves he felt the warmth of a person beneath his chilled fingertips.

"Pan." He said in a shushed voice and Tinkerbell flared brightly, urgent twinkles and bells spilling from her.

Hook brushed away the seaweed and sand that had partially covered the boy and pulled him from the sand. Half his body had been covered by sand that had washed over him in the waves. Another wave crashed behind them and Hook threw the boy over his shoulder as he ran from the angry sea. Hook ran in the direction of the dingy only to find no boat waiting for him. It was too dark now to see anything beyond the sand and without a boat he couldn't get back to his ship. Without pausing he ran for the cover of the forest.

Once he was under the wide canopy of branches the rain which had only been a sprinkle before started to pour hard, almost masking the sound of crashing waves as the tiny droplets burst upon impact with leaves and trees, every surface wetted by the sudden down pour. Pan lay feverish in his arms, his childish face obviously red with fever and his breath short. Tinkerbell landed on his chest and put one hand on his chin before looking up at Hook with a twinkle of a question.

"He's sick." Hook said simply and stood up once more. "He needs someplace dry."

Tinkerbell didn't question his motives and immediately darted into the forest, Hook right behind her as he cradled Pan in his arms. At first Hook didn't recognize anything until he passed a tree marked in red with Indian paint.

"I can't be taken to the tree house. The lost boys will be in my way." That and he couldn't take them all on without his crew. He'd known about the hideout for a while but whenever he attempted a raid with his crew there were always too many booby traps and tricks set up by Peter and the lost boys that he never made it far.

In response Tinkerbell wildly gestured forward and Hook had no choice but to follow. Pan was not going to die because of a stupid cold or whatever sickness he had. He'd die by his sword on equal footing only, anything else was unacceptable. There were no traps this time, probably because of the storm and Tink led them around pitfalls and set-ups. She didn't want to risk Pan's safety.

The reached a large tree, lit up at the base where light leaked from the hidey holes dug into it by the lost boys. They were all obviously home. Hook itched to pull his sword but refrained as he ducked through the low doorway Tink had disappeared into. Immediately he was engulfed in warmth and he held the boy in one arm to reach behind him and pull the door closed but froze when he turned back, six sharp blades pointed directly at him. He slowly shifted Peter back to both his arms so he wouldn't draw his sword in retaliation. Tinkerbell flitted over lost boy's outstretched arms, tugging on them before darting over to hover over the unconscious Peter.

"Tinkerbell, why is Hook in here? Why did you lead him here?" Curly quickly asked, none of them lowering their blades.

"You brats need to learn respect. Your precious Peter Pan here is on the verge of death and here you are, threatening his only chance of survival." Hook sneered, and held Peter out in his arms. "Do any of you know how to cure a sickness?" Hook got several confused looks but no one spoke up. "I didn't think so."

"We take care of ourselves! We don't need no stinkin' adult!" Nibs cried as he shoved his sharpened stick towards Hook's face.

Hook grimaced before shrugging and quickly dropping Peter onto the ground.

"Fine then. If you want him to die so badly I'll leave him in your hands." Hook turned around, making for the door.

"Wait!" Four out of six voices called out to him.

He turned back to see Slightly bending over Peter, shaking his shoulders and calling out his name, trying to wake him up. Pan simply flopped around, his breathing labored as his fever continued to climb. His clothes were still soaked through and he was shivering now. All the lost boys stared at him in horror as none of them knew what to do. Tootles drops his axe and glares at Hook with teary eyes.

"Fine. You can make him better, but only if we get to watch over you as you do." Tootles cries and wipes his nose on his sleeve.

"As if I'd let six annoying little pests stay around me for so long. It'll take at least a week before he's even remotely better. You six will leave me alone completely and if you don't I'll stop caring for Pan and just let him die. Do you understand?" he said menacingly, leaning over them as they drew back in slight fear even though their eyes displayed such brave defiance.

Slightly stood and sniffed. "Alright but if you do anything to Peter that hurts him we'll take you out pirate."

"I wouldn't be here right now if my only goal was to kill you."

Hook reached down, looking to rest his hand on the butt of his sword only to find nothing. His hand groped around his waist before he looked down and saw his entire belt was missing. He jerked his head up and glared at the little devils until his gaze landed on the two little brats who dressed exactly alike, the Twins. They held his belt and weapons in tight fists as tears fell from their defiant eyes, making tracks in the dirt on their cheeks.

"No weapons. We're keeping everything even a little bit harmful away from you." Slighlty bit out before standing up quickly. "Peter's room is up the ladder, higher in the tree. We all sleep down here."

Hook reached down and gathered Pan's body into his arms once more and walked under the watchful eyes of the lost boys to the ladder. Tinkerbell flitted past him and up the stairs, unhooking the latch to his room and flinging open the door. No one followed him up the stairs and finally it was quiet as he settled Pan onto the soft bed made of furs and Indian blankets stretched out on the floor.

"Tink, find me a pen and paper. I'll make a list of herbs for medicine and a note for my crew."

Tinkerbell didn't ask twice, flittering among the objects on the desk and in shelves and under strewn objects until she managed to produce a scratched up pen and two pieces of torn paper, probably from a book. First he jotted down a quick note to his crew, telling them he'd gone on a 'vacation' around the island and if they left the ship he'd feed them to the crocodile. He rolled it up and slipped it into a small jar before starting on the list of ingredients.

"Alright, this one right here," Hook said, pointing at an ingredient at the bottom of the list, "this one is going to be in a cabinet next to my bed. It's a clear liquid in a small vile. It'll save trouble of finding the other ingredients."

Tink swiftly nodded and grabbed bottle once Hook had shoved the note into it. She was gone out the window in a flash, her tiny wings carrying her through the rain and wind swiftly. Hook sighed and turned back to the boy who lay panting in agony beside him. Before he could take care of the boy he had to take care of himself and quickly de-robed, removing the cold, wet clothes from his frigid body. Once he'd taken off everything he laid them out on the wooden floor to dry. He picked up a blanket and tied it around him before moving on to Peter. Undressing the boy felt weird, as if he was doing something wrong as an adult but he quickly shoved the feeling aside.

Hook lifted the shirt up the boy's torso before sliding one of the pale arms through followed by the other one. He carefully lifted Pan's head and slid the shirt off him and set it aside before reaching for Pan's pants. When his cold hands met the feverish skin of Pan's hips the boy shuddered and moaned softly in his sleep. Hook knew it was discomfort that made the boy make that sound but the sudden pounding of his heart thought something different. Hook frowned deeply and made short work of the ties on his pants before lifting Pan's hips and reaching behind him to slide the back side of the pants over the swell of his bottom. Hook's thumbs slide of the soft skin and he probably let his fingers linger too long before he shook his head and quickly yanked the pants off, throwing a blanket over him before he could look back.

"Too long without a woman and I start to long for the simplest of touch." Hook ground his teeth together harshly and piled more blankets on top of the boy, covering him from chin to toe.

The candlelight flickered in the corner of the room, protected by a glass covering and Hook stared at it dully while he waited for the fairy to get back with his ingredients. The wind howled outside and Hook shivered, his exposed torso immediately covered in goose bumps. There weren't any more loose blankets so he untied the one around his waist and simply huddled under it for warmth.

"Blasted fairy probably didn't even make it to the ship." Hook mumbled and leaned against the wall by Pan's head.

In fact Tinkerbell had made it to the ship, dripping wet and shivering cold but she'd made it. The bottle had been difficult to carry since it was almost the same size as her. Once she reached the captain's port window she flew inside to the desk where she let the bottle drop and laid panting for a bit. She didn't stay long, simply pulled the letter to the crew out and spread it out on the table before flitting to the cabinet by the bed and pulling it open. The vile was there like Hook had said and the fair was a little surprised that he'd actually been telling the truth. She grabbed the slightly heavy vile and flew to the bottle, picking up the ingredients list before leaving the bottle there and flying back out into the rain.

Hook wiped his nose and grimaced, feeling like a child again without a tissue and shivered against the wall. It'd been at least an hour now and the fairy still wasn't back. If she wasn't back within another twenty minutes he'd have to go back out into the storm and search for the ingredients himself and he did not want to do that.

Another ten went by before Hook sighed and moved away from the wall, reaching for his wet clothes when a light zipped past his face. He froze, his hand outstretched as he slowly turned to see Tinkerbell tumble onto the desk, her little chest heaving as she laid there out of breath. She was clutching the vile from his cabinet and the ingredient list.

"Finally. And here I thought you'd died." Hook said and reached for the vile.

Tinkerbell immediately shot back up and swiped at his hand and held the vile out of his reach. Angry tinkling sounds radiated from her and she gestured wildly from the bottle to Peter before emulating a death sequence. Hook realized she was trying to ask him if he was trying to poison Peter. He gave a small chuckle and shook his head.

"That's not a bad idea. Should have thought of that sooner." He said and quickly grabbed the bottle from the struggling fairy. "But sadly I'm not some dastardly old witch. I'm a simple pirate and I'm going to fight like one. Poisons aren't my thing…yet." He grinned.

Tinkerbell rang angrily at him while he laughed and uncorked the vile. He put a drop on his finger and put it to his mouth, swallowing it before looking at the now quiet fairy.

"You happy now? This is for the fever. It'll get worse before it gets better. This just helps his body work through it quicker." Hook said smoothly and lifted the boys head.

He worked Pan's mouth open with his thumb and tipped a bit of the liquid into the boy's mouth. It simply dribbled out the corner of his mouth and Hook sighed in frustration. Quickly he tipped the rest of the contents into his own mouth and pressed his lips to the boy's, feeding it to him slowly but efficiently. Peter swallowed it all before Hook pulled off and swiped his hand across his mouth to get rid of any remaining medicine.

Tinkerbell glowed a jealous shade of red and Hook simply laughed at her before pushing the list against her small body.

"Hurry up and make yourself useful. He's not going to get better with you just standing there."

Tink shot into the air and delivered a swift kick to Hooks mouth before darting back out the window into the storm. Hook chuckled and once again had to wipe his mouth, this time of the blood from his busted lip. The little girl was tougher than she looked.

It took another four hours for Tink to search for and successfully gather the plants, herbs, and water for Hook to work with. Several times she'd come back with the wrong plant and Hook would call her an idiot before drawing a picture for her and sending her back out for it. Finally there were piles of plants and materials settled in bowls, jars and bottles on the desk and ground. Most were easy to find and others were rarer, only found near the mermaid lagoon or in the Indian lands. As soon as Hook had everything he'd asked for he began grinding together different plants, making a salve that would cool the skin and a paste meant for Peter to ingest when he woke up to fight whatever was making him sick inside.

Once all the materials were used Hook sighed and leaned back against the wall. Tink hovered over Peter nervously, ringing a couple times every now and again. Hook shooed her away from him.

"Get out. You're just going to wake him up when he needs the rest and you're annoying me." Hook demanded and waved his hands until he forced her out the window once more.

Hook drew the leafy 'curtains' and settled back once more. There wasn't really a place for him so he gently scooted the boy over and got in under the covers with him. He was slightly surprised that the blankets even covered his larger frame and sighed in contentment at the warmth it provided. He faced away from Pan just in case he woke up even though it was highly unlikely.

This was going to be a long week…

A/N: So I wrote this before the last chapter in my Bleach fic 'Aphrodisiacs Are Stronger on Arrancars'…I hope those who've read that fic aren't mad. It's still gettin' there!

The yaoi is coming in the next chapter I promise! Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, sorry if there's any misspellings or grammatical errors, I wrote this really fast while it was fresh in my mind. Also forgive the OOCness, it's a little intended but any unintentional, forgive me. Hope you liked! ~hearts~