This was a random dream that I loved. It's weird cuz when I go to sleep I wake up in Neverland as my character, as if during daytime here was night-time there, everything is where I left it. It's like living two lives at one time. Anyway I've been having these dreams for years and kept a diary of it. My 21 year old cousin, Ross, demanded I put this on here. Enjoy!

Scarlet Lilly Blackheart was Hook's daughter but never knew it. She thinks she's just an abused orphan girl, until she gets kidnapped by Hook, who wants to use her as a spy. What happens when Peter falls for her? Peter/OC

Peter and Scarlet

(Chap 1: Kidnapped) (Scarlet's POV)

I slowly opened my remaining eye. The pain had stopped, but suddenly the sharp, siring pain swirled aground my body again, like my wounds where being traced with a hot poker. I wanted to yell in agony, but it would surely wake my dad.

I was a girl about the height of 5ft 3. I had very messy, crimped, black hair that came just above my shoulders in a black and white skull bandana. I had my remaining left eye which was an almost-blood-red brown colour, my other eye had been lost in a knife 'accident' caused by dad. I ware a black, torn, not-to-tight fitting shirt with a Death Kitty skull across the front, and black-fade jeans.

Despite the immense pain I managed to drag myself up to my feet. I picked up my book that lay beside the fire. It was a beautiful book. The paper was cracked and warn around the edges like you would expect from an ancient book. Hand written and hand illustrated with unexpected brightness to the (should have faded) colour. I knew the woman who had given this to me. Jane Marie and her mother Wendy Darling. Jane looked after me when she was about 67, I was surprised her mother still lived, but the two had found my, living on the street. They told my of Peter and before Jane died, she had finished the book.

The only one who knew of any of this. Wendy, Jane, my belief in Peter, my dad's abusive behaviour towards me. That was Joe. We where best friends until yesterday.

(Flashback)

I hadn't seen Joe since Jane died when I was seven. I sat, thinking of him (I wasn't in love with him, that was for sure, we where just really close friends) when I heard a familiar voice.

"Lilly?" I turned to see wild brown hair, bright-blue eyes and a warm smile.

"Joe? Oh my god!"

"Seven years and you where here the whole time."

"Yea." I nodded.

"Still causing trouble?" He asked. I cocked my head, confused. "You remember Peter right?" I had almost forgotten about that. How I used to have Peter Pan as an 'imaginary friend', but it was like in Drop Dead Fred, he was so real to me. Joe could see him too, but soon started saying that it was just his imagination so Peter stopped visiting him.

"That's right… god I haven't seen him in a while."

"hello? He's not real."

"Well I believe." I said firmly. I wouldn't have anyone tell me that something that had to exist, didn't.

"Well you shouldn't. You're an idiot." Joe shouted. He was never this touchy. "Stupid Bitch." he murmured as he left.

(End flashback)

And that was the end of a very short reunion and long friendship. I looked and cried over the beautiful map of Neverland. There was Wendy's house. The redskin's camp. The Jolly Rodger in Kidd's Creek. There was a drawing of a house Jane had made for her summer visits. There where the mermaids which, apparently, Jane had made friends with, so long as she talked about Peter, which Jane loved to do. There was a clearing where Jane could hide from the boys for some piece and quiet or talk to Peter in privet. Jane didn't like talking to Peter with the boys around incuse they got the wrong idea about her and Peter.

"I am not a child now.

I can take care of myself.

I mustn't let them down now-

Mustn't let them see me cry.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm to tired to listen.

I'm too old to believe:

All these childish stories.

There is no such thing as faith,

And trust,

And pixie dust.

I try,

But its to hard to believe.

I try,

But I can't see what you see.

I try.

I try.

I try.

My whole world is changing,

I don't know where to turn.

I can't leave you baby,

But I cant stay and watch the sitting burn;

Watch it burn.'

Cause I try,

But its so hard to believe!I try,

But I can't see where you see.

I try.

I try.

I try and try,

To understand,

The distance in between:

The love I feel,

The things i fear,

I dearly say good dream.

I can finally see it.

Now I have to believe:

All those precious stories.

All the world is made of faith,

And trust,

And pixie dust.

So I'll try,'

Cause I finally believe!

I'll try,

'Cause I see where you see!

I'll try.

I'll try!

I'll try!

I'll try-

To fly."

I sang to myself. Please Peter, help me. Just then, someone torn open the window, but before I could see anything someone hit my head so hard I blacked out, still clutching the handmade book.

A little short, granted, but will get better. I demand whoever reads reviews. *turns to scarlet.* u ok.

Scarlet: *rubbing her head* No. That hurt.

Hook: Well sorry! It was the only way to get you to my ship. You work for my now. Ha, ha, ha! *cough*

Smee: You're cough medicine, captain.

Hook: What are you doing here. Get out. *chases Smee away* now where were we?

Scarlet: You better hope Peter never finds you. And by the way guys, the only thing she owns in this story is me and (Jane's house). See you next time.