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I do not own Peter Pan, I only own the characters I create.

Chapter One

It's been three months since the death of Mary and George Smith. Leaving their daughter of 17 years to care for their son of 9. Things have been hard on them, family turned their back after they discovered that the family had no valuable items. Trish had gotten them an apartment, it was small but the Darlings were a very sweet people. Jane smiled down on them when everyone else had turned their backs.

In return for the apartment Trish would help Jane with whatever she needed. The room she shared with her brother looked like a nursery. Jane had told her that she used to sleep in this room when she was a child. Looking around there was a huge bay window that could be opened that showed the road out front. Jane had left many old toys and books behind in the room for Jack to play with but he seemed drawn to a special book called Peter Pan.

It started off as a normal night for Trish and Jack, Jack woke up screaming in his bed from night terrors about losing his parents. Trish would pull him close and begin reading to him about Peter Pan and after he fell asleep she would wrap her arms around him and hold him as he slept through out the night. Sleeping in his sister's arms he felt protected and the nightmares seemed to not show in his dreams. After they had fallen to sleep: the bay window was broken, waking them from their slumber. In rushed several men shouting at each other to grab the girl and the boy. Trish without thinking things through grabbed Jack and pulled him from the bed. Keeping a hold of his hand they raced downstairs and out into the night. The clock struck midnight as they raced from one road to another. Hot on their heels the men were. Jack tripped and fell, Trish spun round scooped him up and continued running. They were cut off by another group of men: she tried to turn around but the first group had come up behind them. Jack whimpered in her arms and a bag was thrown over them.

Keeping ahold of Jack so they would not be separated they were picked up and carried away. Thoughts rushed through Trish's mind how did several men come in through a window on the second floor? Where were they taking them? Why did they remind her of pirates? She struggled a bit trying to loosen the bag they were in, when they were dropped onto a rough wooden floor. Falling back and trying to keep Jack on top of her, her head struck the floor. She lost consciousness as Jack clung to her, shaking her slightly trying to wake her up.

Several hours later she woke up with a migraine, Jack was relieved to feel her moving again but they were still in that bloody bag. She listened carefully as she heard men start taking as one placed a foot upon the bag. "Captain, here ya go the girl you sent us after." "Wonderful, did everything go as planned then." "Umm... no Captain, she took off running we had to chase her down." Laughter could be heard "you had to chase down a child." " About that Captain she does not look to be a child but we also captured a boy." "Really, where is the lad then." "We couldn't separate them they clung to each other."

Feeling the bag lifted and turned upside down we were dumped out of it onto the floor. Jack stayed clinging to her arms as the Captain bent down to look at them. "Wendy it is so nice to see you again," he sneered. Quickly getting to her feet and placing Jack behind her she looked straight into the Captain's eyes. "I'm not Wendy, and who the hell do you think you are treating a woman like this." He backed up and she stepped forward, "not Wendy" he thought. Anger was evident in her eyes, she was beyond mad. Not only did they kidnap her brother and her, they did it because they wanted a girl named Wendy.

Remembering who he was the Captain stood straight up and refused to move another inch. "Smee, you grabbed the wrong one." He turned preparing to strike the man with his good hand. Captain she was in the Wendy house, she must be a Darling.' Realization hit Trish they were looking for Jane and mistook her for her. "I am not a Darling as for Wendy Darling she passed away years ago. Who are you?" Turning the Captain stared into her eyes, "I am Captain James Hook and welcome to the Jolly Roger. Smee put them in the brig."

From above Peter watched interested as two people came tumbling out of a bag. "A girl" he said hardly believing that Hook brought one back. He watched in amusement as he saw her make Hook back up with ease. Then he noticed the boy scared out of his wits. "I think that boy would make a fine lost boy" he spoke to Tinkerbell. Tink nodded in agreement. Peter flew down a bit to observe when he would be able to rescue the boy, he figured he could always come back for the girl later.

Just as Smee turned to grab Jack a crowing could be heard over their heads. A boy clad in green with a tiny fairy in golden light swooped down and scooped up Jack. "Trish..." he screamed as he reached for her. "I'll find you Jack" she yelled as the boy flew off with her brother. With that she shoved Smee out of her way and took off running for the dock. Before she coud reach it however Hook had swung her into his arms blocking her escape. "Well now the boy is gone but I still have this lovely lass." Feeling irritated she swung her hand and struck Hook across the left side of his face. "Smee put her in my cabin,' he snarled "I'll deal with her after she calms down."

Thrown into the cabin she heard it locked. "Great," she thought then noticed that it was the Captain's cabin maybe he had something she could use to help get her out. Digging through his things in a rush she came across a sword. It was dull and needed a good sharpening. Picking it up she eyed it carefully and wished her father had allowed her to learn to fence when she had asked him all those years ago. Sighing she put it down and sat on Hook's bed thinking of what she would do when he came to speak with her.