Hello!

I am back but this time with a Hook/Wendy fic for Once Upon a Time. YAY!

For those of you who read my Narnia fic, I'm working on it and should upload it soon :D

Chapter One

Hook's eyes widened as Wendy stepped out of the bushes, an arrow notched on a crude bow. Instinctively he wanted to reach out to her, but kept it in, not knowing how the rest would react to her. Nor what she had to say. Charming, Emma and Mary Margaret all raised their weapons. Wendy trained her eyes on them, not noticing Hook yet.

"Who the hell are you? I didn't know Pan had a girlfriend," Emma said in a dark voice.

"He doesn't. My name is-"

"Wendy," Hook stepped into Wendy's line of sight. Wendy paused, turning her bow and aiming at his face. Her eyes widened as she studied him. Her bow dropped from her hands, breaking as it hit the ground. Hook clicked his tongue.

"Come now, I thought I taught you better than that,"

"And I thought I told you to leave and never come back, Captain," Wendy picked up her broken bow, studying it. Hook laughed.

"No one ever calls me that anymore,"

"Wait wait, you're Wendy Darling? Peter Pan's Wendy?" Emma asked.

"I don't like to think I'm Pan's anything," Wendy trudged to some bushes and threw the bow in, covering them well.

"That's more like it," Hook smiled. Emma looked at him with raised eyebrows, before exchanging a glance with her parents.

"Are you two familiar?"

"No," Wendy snapped.

"You could say that," Hook said at the same time. Wendy glared at him. Emma put her hands up.

"Okay, we're wasting time here. Wendy, are you on Pan's side?"

Wendy hesitated, glancing at Hook.

"Felix told me the chosen one was here to take Henry away. That Henry belongs with us and you're just corrupting him,"

"That is not true-" Emma began to shout. Wendy put her hand up.

"I didn't say I believed him. You're his family, he should be with you,"

"So you'll help us," Mary Margaret said.

"I don't even know who you all are," Wendy began to walk past them. "Besides, I'd be putting my life in danger. Rule number one in Neverland: look after yourself,"

Hook put a hand on Wendy's arm, "You know that's poor form, sweetheart,"

Wendy jerked her arm away from him, "Don't touch me,"

"As to who we are..." David began. "I'm David... this is my wife Mary Margaret and our daughter Emma Swan."

"Daughter?" Wendy raised her eyebrows.

"It's a long story," Emma said. Wendy nodded just as a clap of thunder heard.

"Alright then," Wendy looked back at her broken bow, making sure it was well covered and motioned to the group to follow her. "Come, I know where some shelter is."

Wendy led them to a tangle of trees where she showed them a passage leading underneath. Through the passage was a large cave, not much different to the one Bae hid in all those years ago. Wendy had made herself a bed and there were dresses hanging from a piece of string hung on the roof. Hook recognized them as the dresses he'd given her. Wendy took a deep breath and turned to face them.

"If Pan found out..."

"Wendy, he probably already knows..." Hook said, making himself comfortable on a rock. Wendy rolled her eyes.

"You're right,"

Wendy pulled the dresses down and threw them in a corner next to the bed. She motioned everyone to sit. Hook remained standing, leaning against a wall and surveying Wendy. She looked taller than he remembered, held herself higher. There was a hardness in her face, the soft look in her eyes had almost completely vanished. Yet, she was still as beautiful and delicate as he remembered. At this moment, she was staring at the group with baited breath, as though expecting an attack. But they just stared back at her, probably wondering when the lost boys would show up.

"Can we... can you tell us exactly what your connection to Pan is? So we know your stance in this?" Emma leaned forward, nothing but patience in her eyes. Hook smiled. He liked that about her.

"I've been here for... longer than I can remember," Wendy said, running a hand through her long hair as she did. "I'm the mother to the lost boys."

"Mother?" Mary Margaret asked, glancing at David.

"When Pan first brought me here, he told me the shadow grabbed me by mistake, that girls don't belong. I was only young. I didn't understand,"

"How did you end up back here then?"

Wendy glanced at Hook, who tried to smile encouragingly, but couldn't get past the sadness in her eyes.

"I was eighteen, about to be married. The shadow came for me, the night before my wedding. I thought it wanted my brothers, so I begged for them. But the shadow simply laughed and took me instead. When I arrived Pan said he was in need for a "mother" for the lost boys, and knew I would be perfect for the role. I've been here ever since," Wendy finished, sitting on her bed and staring at her hands.

"How long ago was that?" Mary Margaret asked.

"I'm not really sure anymore," Wendy shrugged. She stood. "You can stay here as long as you want, I don't think you'll be getting off this island any time soon."

Emma shot out of her seat, "If you can help us... if you know anything, you have to tell-"

"No! I don't have to tell or do anything. I have been trapped here for longer than you have been alive! I do not owe any of you," Wendy shot Hook a look. "Anything."

Hook leaned forward and kissed Wendy on the mouth.

"He'll probably kill you, you know," Wendy said laying her head on Hook's shoulder.

"He will never know you're here. I've got you and I'm not letting you go," Hook tilted Wendy's face to his and kissed her again. "I promise."

"You sure do fall in love quickly,"

Hook laughed, "No, you were special. You remind me of someone,"

"Mila?"

Hook narrowed his eyes at her, "How do you know about Mila?"

"I overheard you talking to one of the crew. A lost love, how romantic," Wendy sat up and ran her fingers through Hook's hair.

"Yes well... you're a lot like her. But... different. I don't know. There are times where I barely remember her then times when I remember her clear as day,"

Wendy smiled, "I've never been in love before. This might just be infatuation,"

"Well if it is, so be it," Hook pulled Wendy down to lay with him. "Stay with me tonight."

Wendy sighed, "We shouldn't,"

"Why?"

"I'm supposed to be getting married,"

"You don't want to go back home now, do you?"

Wendy turned to survey Hook, "No, but I don't want to be used for Pan's plan either,"

"I'll take you away from here," Hook promised.

"You can't leave,"

Hook took Wendy's face in his hands "I promise. One day I'll show you magic that won't hurt you,"

Wendy shook her head, the memory fading just as quickly as it had come. She looked away from Hook. She'd been right all those years ago. It had been infatuation for the man she'd thought he was. She'd never loved him. And she expected she never would love anyone. She sat heavily on her bed and ran her fingers through her hair. She could help them though. She could redeem herself. She'd used her body to stay alive and allowed Pan to get away with so much. She could earn her freedom. She looked back up at the trio. She could see it now, the family resemblance. This made her ache for her own family. Sure, they had been old fashioned and boring, but it was home. It was what she knew. And she'd never have it again.

"You can stay here in safety. You may as well plan your next move where you can't be detected," Wendy stood and looked at them all, her head held high.

"You'll help us?" said Emma uncertainly.

"I can try and bring you food and information. And if I'm careful I can get a message to Henry. But that's all I can offer,"

Emma leapt up to embrace Wendy who instinctively backed away. Emma stopped, recognizing someone who didn't like contact.

"That's more than enough,"

"Thank you so much," Mary Margaret smiled widely, glancing at her husband. Wendy nodded to them and then began to edge to the door.

"I have to get back otherwise I will raise suspicion,"

Emma nodded, "Of course. Thank you,"

Wendy left, Hook following her out into the rain. As they got out of the cave, he put a hand on her shoulder.

She whipped around faced him, tears in her eyes.

"Oh now, sweetheart, I didn't mean to cause you distress," Hook tried to put his hand on Wendy's cheek as he used to, but she brushed him off.

"What are you doing here? Come back to claim me, have you?"

Hook sighed, "I'm here helping Emma and her family. Henry is her son,"

"I know that,"

Hook stared into Wendy's eyes for a moment, getting lost in the blue, just like the sea he loved so much.

"You left me," Wendy suddenly whispered, he eyes on Hook's. Hook's heart stopped.

"I didn't mean to. I would have jumped ship if I knew you weren't there,"

Wendy took in a sharp breath and blinked away her tears, turning her head away from him.

"I have to get back,"

"To him?"

Wendy stopped, "Yes,"

"Why?"

There was a short pause while Wendy wondered the same thing she'd been wondering all these years. Why?

"He protects me from Pan,"

Hook sighed and let Wendy go, something he knew he would regret doing, but that he must.

Felix was waiting for her back at Pan's camp. He smiled as she dropped the bundle of vegetables from her arms and looked up at him.

"I was beginning to worry,"

Wendy held her hand out for his knife, sat on a log a started to peel potatoes, "I had to wait out the storm. It was pretty bad,"

He sat next to her, putting a hand on the back of her neck, something he knew she loved. Wendy closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

She sensed Pan before she saw him. Wendy opened her eyes and surveyed the young boy in front of her. Pan smiled, the smile he used when he knew something everyone else didn't.

"Felix, give the lady and I a moment,"

Felix nodded and stood, ever the obedient servant and left the two alone. Pan sat next to Wendy.

"Soup for dinner?" he asked.

"Is there a problem?"

"Of course not, you know I appreciate your cooking," Pan gave Wendy his most winning smile, but she continued to frown at him.

"What do you want?"

Pan looked at Felix, who was showing one of the lost boys how to sharpen his knife.

"Felix is fond of you,"

"And I am fond of him,"

"More fond than you were of Hook?"

Wendy looked at Peter in alarm, "I..."

"Wendy, you make the mistake of thinking I don't know everything. Now, I don't know where you're hiding your band of do gooders, but I know you saw them. How do you think Felix would react if he knew you still loved your dear Captain Hook?"

"Love? You love has anything to do with this situation?" Wendy spat. Peter smiled and took the knife from Wendy's hand. He turned it over in his hands.

"Does the knife make you feel power?"

"The knife provides your dinner,"

"Would you use it against me?"

Wendy glanced at Peter with her clear blue eyes.

"You're just a boy,"

Peter smiled, "Yes I am,"

He stood handing the knife back to her, "But I'm the most powerful boy on this island. You shouldn't forget that,"

Wendy stared as Pan strode away, his shoulder high as he always was when he surveyed his camp. Felix sat next to her again.

"What was that about?"

Wendy sighed, her eyes still on Pan, "He was just wondering how I went in the storm,"

Felix smiled, "You know he values you as a lost boy. You're one of us,"

Wendy smiled, taking her eyes off Pan, "Of course,"