Hook's lost girl has been an idea of mine for a while and I have the main storyline but will definitely be taking requests for filler material so please leave a review if you would like me to continue.


Being lost is truly a matter of opinion. One persons lost is exactly where someone else may want to be. Kila, the sole lost girl and favorite of Peter Pan, couldn't think of one single person that would want to be in her position. She ran faster as the rustling of the lost boy's behind her continued.

'Why, mother? Why did you leave me here?' she pleaded mentally. Kila kept on until the lost boy's had stopped their pursuit. It was a game you see, whoever got to her first wins and would be rewarded by Pan. He never liked it when his favorite toy got away from him.

She finally slowed and rested against the large truck of a tree, her chest expanding rapidly, trying to catch her breath. Her tattered corset prevent it for some time. She looked around franticly before closing her eyes and wiping the sweat from her face which made her side swept bangs cling desperately to her forehead. The tropic jungles of Neverland gave her no breaks. She knew there was no escaping them, not without Pan's permission of course. But why would he let her go when he had so much fun tormenting her?

He had not always been that way though. He was once very kind to her, gentle as could be. She had in fact been abandoned on the island by her mother would cared more for danger and thrills then her. It was more of a trade really. Her mother wanted to get rid of her so they ventured to Neverland, a hard and complicated journey, then when her mother could not find who she was seeking, traded Kila for passage home and off the cursed island.

Pan granted the women's wish but as she left the island, he ordered one of the boys to shoot her with their poison dipped arrow. Kila cried out for her mother as she left but stopped her cries when her mother was hit, there was no point then. Her mother was dead and gone, there was no one to save her and no one that cared enough to look for Kila. She didn't have a father, or at least one that knew about her.

"Well, well, well," the sickly sweet voice of Peter Pan mocked. "There you are." Kila opened her eyes slowly with dread. She had been found. Bloody hell.

"I thought you would get better at our game by now Kila," he continued.

"What's the point in getting better when, no matter what I do, you always win?" Kila answered back bravely. Pan smiled and Kila just wanted to smack the smile from his arrogant face.

"You are finally learning, my sweet, and only after a couple hundred years."

He grabbed her suddenly and she let out a scream, which was short lived before the demon child knocked her out with a blow to the head.

She awoke as she always had after their game of extreme hide and seek, tied up and beaten black and blue. He usually tried to wake her up for that part but he must have been feeling generous today. She groaned as she tried to sit up.

"Don't get up too fast, my sweet, you'll only hurt yourself more," he warned her. She narrowed her eyes at the demon boy. He laughed.

"I don't know why you insist on running." She didn't know either. She would never leave this place. She would never have a family again.

"I want to make a deal Peter," she said weakly. He raised an eyebrow, interested by her boldness.

"And what might that be?" He asked to humor her.

"I want off the island...alive." He smiled remembering how Kila's mother never made that clear in her deal. Clever girl.

"Why would you want to leave when we always have so much fun together?" he said leaning closer to her so their faces were inches apart and he traced the scar on her neck that went down vertically to her collar bone.

"I want to find a family, Peter, like what Henry has. I don't want to be a lost girl and I know he doesn't want to be a lost boy," she admitted. She had seen the new boy here but was never allowed to make her presence known to him. Peter never allowed it.

"You have never spoken to him and he has never laid eyes on you, how could you begin to tell me what he wants? What makes you think a family will want you? Is our family not good enough for you?"

"I want to be normal. I want to have a father and a new mother. I want a family who wants me." Pan laughed openly now.

"Alright, I'll give you a chance to find a family that truly wants you. I'll tell you what...your mother told me the name of your father, I'll give you his name. He should want you right? That's who you want so badly? Her birth father is..."

Kila looked up at the demon with hopeful eyes, awaiting what she has always wanted to know.

"Wait...what fun would that be? Here is my new deal, think of it as a game if you will. When you can tell me who your father is, I'll let you leave."

She knew that was the only deal she would get. So she took it.

"Do I get some hints?" He smiled, his teeth showing.

"All you need is already on the island and I will let Henry go as well if you can do this without anyone seeing you." He waved his hand and she was free. "Do hurry, you only have a month's time and our deal is over. You only have one chance."

He disappeared then, leaving her with her puzzle. How was she supposed to tell him who her father is when she has never met him or even been told about him?

Where are her hints?

Suddenly a piece of Peter's special paper floated to her with her first clue.


Where it grows you must look out,

You will find what you'll need on its dangerous route.

If you partake you can not restart,

Don't let it near your heart.


She knew where she needed to go.

Do you know where she's going? Please leave me a review with what you think the first clue is talking about.