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I developed this story idea from a photo shoot my friend and I did of female Peter Pan and female Captain Hook. The song Shatter Me is by Lindsey Stirling. Enjoy!


I pirouette in the dark

I see the stars through a mirror

Tired mechanical heart

Beats 'til the song disappears

Somebody shine a light

I'm frozen by the fear in me

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

So cut me from the line

Dizzy, spinning endlessly

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

Shatter me

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

If only the clockwork could speak

I wouldn't be so alone

We'd burn every magnet and spring

And spiral into the unknown

Somebody shine a light

I'm frozen by the fear in me

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

So cut me from the line

Dizzy, spinning endlessly

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

Shatter me

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

If I break the glass then I'll have to fly

There's no one to catch me if I take a dive

I'm scared of changing

The days stay the same

The world is spinning but only in gray

If I break the glass then I'll have to fly

There's no one to catch me if I take a dive

I'm scared of changing

The days stay the same

The world is spinning but only in gray

(Only...)

Somebody shine a light

I'm frozen by the fear in me

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

So cut me from the line

Dizzy, spinning endlessly

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

Me

Shatter me

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me


"I wish I lived in a different time. I wish I died instead of him. I wish I could be young forever."

"Do you, child?"

The startled girl looked up at a tiny glowing woman with wings hovering in front of her at her open window.

"Who are you?"

"Your fairy."

"I have a fairy?"

"Everyone does, until they stop believing."

"Then I will never stop." The fairy smiled. "I'm Isolde. What's your name?"

"Tinkerbell."

"How pretty. Like you."

"Thank you. Isolde, are you sure you want to stay a girl forever?"

"No. I want to be a boy forever."

"A boy?"

"Yes. Girls aren't treated well. We have to sit still and look pretty. We can't get dirty and we can't play. No one listens to girls but if boys say the same things we do, they are listened to. No one likes girls. I hate being a girl." Tinkerbell had to smile at the girl's petulant tone. "I had a twin brother named Peter. I should like to be called Peter. But my father beat me when I requested it."

Tinkerbell's smile fell. "He beat you?"

"Worse than usual."

"This happens often?"

"Yes. They don't like me. They don't want a girl. They wanted Peter. But Peter died two years ago, so they can't do with me what they wanted to do with him. They won't send me to school, I won't become a rich businessman. All I'm good for is marrying off to a rich man who will sit me at parties to show off as a trophy. I can't do what boys and men can do, they say. Though I say it isn't fair."

"You're right, it isn't."

"I don't want to live this life. I don't want to grow up."

"You don't have to."

"What? Dont' be silly, of course I do. Everyone has to grow up. It is biology."

"Not in Neverland."

"What is that?"

"An island up in the sky. It is inside a star, and time stands still there. Mostly. You can grow up if you wish, or you can stay young if you wish. Its magic works with your desires and your soul. If you wish to be young forever, you will be, unless something triggers growth. Complicated emotions such as romantic love or sinister anger will force you to either grow or not grow. Depending on what your soul wishes, the magic will do the opposite. So stay away from situations and people who might cause you to feel such emotions, and you will be young forever."

Isolde's eyes were wide. "A magic island? Where I can be a boy forever?"

"No one would judge you for being a girl, there."

"I don't care. I will be a boy. If I never grow up, no one will ever know except you."

"Very well. I will take you there, Peter."

Isolde smiled. "Peter Pan."

"Sorry?"

"Peter Pan. My brother and I used to love Greek mythology, and our favorite was the mischief maker, Pan. My name will be Peter Pan."

Tinkerbell grinned. Life just got hundreds of times more fun. "I shall teach you to fly, then."

"Fly? I can fly?"

"I'll teach you to jump on the wind's back, and away we'll go. Peter, while you're sleeping in your silly bed, you could be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars."

"How do you do it?!"

The little fairy flew around the newly named Peter, showering him with sparkling dust that seemed to come from her. "You just think lovely, wonderful thoughts, and up you'll go."

Peter frowned. "I don't have many happy thoughts."

"How about living forever as a boy, learning to fight, learning to fly, being free?" Tinkerbell's eyebrows flew into her hairline at how fast Peter shot into the air. "That worked, I see!"

"Let's go!"

"ISOLDE!"

Peter whirled around at the door banging open and her parents shouting his old name.

"Hold onto your happy thought, Peter," Tinkerbell said. "They can't understand me because I am not their fairy. Remember what I've told you."

"Isolde," Peter's mother said calmly, though she was terrified, "what on Earth is going on?"

"She's a witch, this is witchcraft!" Peter's father said.

Peter snorted. "Witchcraft, father? How boring. This is much more complex than withcraft, and far more than your feeble brain can understand."

"Come down, Isolde. We will get you help," Peter's mother pleaded.

"Help? You mean lock me up in an asylum? No, I think not. You don't even want me. You just keep me around because you know you would be found out if you offed me and because you need to marry me off to save father's business. And my name is Peter, now. Peter Pan. Goodbye. Have fun telling the authorities what happened to me." Peter turned and promptly flew out the window.


Peter woke with a start. He had not dreamt about that particular moment in a very long time. He curled up into a ball and sighed. That used to be a happy memory. Now, all he felt was sadness. Wendy left him one week ago, and she took his boys with her. His wonderful, loyal boys had become enamored by their 'mother' turned sister and the wonders of her world. He didn't even want to visit to see if any of them wished to come back. He couldn't bear the pain of their rejection. Not that he could even fly well, anymore. Tink had taken to wandering the island, giving him time to himself to heal. So when he heard a noise in the tree above his house, he paid it no mind. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear quiet shuffling above him, so he wasn't able to avoid the searing pain that erupted in his arm.

He shouted and shot out of his bed, clutching his bleeding shoulder. His eyes widened in terror and shock when he noticed Captain Hook in the cavern of roots above his bed, his hooked arm dangling between them. "You're ALIVE?!"

"Quite, and as angry as ever! Come out and have a fair fight, Pan!"

"We had a fair fight!"

"No kisses, no girls!"

"What about purposely bringing me down with unhappy thoughts?!"

"No flying."

"Then you can only use one weapon, for flying is my second. Hook or sword, you choose. It's either that, or I fly."

Hook thought for a moment. "Alright. Sword, then." He disappeared, and Peter used his tunnel to reach the surface.

"How did you escape?" Peter asked dangerously.

"That is actually something I must thank you for. If you had not cut off my hand, I would not have placed a hook on my arm and I would not have gotten out of that croc's belly. She is dead now, and will no longer be a plague upon my well being."

"Then, let's dance."

"Have at thee."

Peter fought with everything he had, but it just wasn't the same. He did not have the strength or heart that he did one week ago, and it showed. Hook had him on his knees, doing everything he could to keep Hook's sword at bay. But his arms were trembling.

"This is not a fair fight," Hook suddenly said, and abruptly took his sword back, causing Peter to fall and plant his hands on the ground. "Come find me when you are worthy."

"How do you do it?"

"What?"

"How are you strong while being so filled with hatred and malice? Aren't you miserable?"

Hook was surprised at the pain filled look on Peter's face when the boy looked up at him. "You can turn anything into strength, Pan. Happiness, sadness, jealousy, anger, love. It is up to the wielder to wield it."

"Love makes you WEAK. It only brings pain and misery. That is how I almost died."

Hook almost felt badly for him. "You are pathetic. You almost died because you forbade yourself to feel grown up emotion and you allowed another's love to be your downfall. You will never know the beauty of love. You will never know the warmth of a body sleeping next to you. You will never know the way a heart beats when its person sees their partner. You will never know the joys adulthood brings, all because you are too stubborn and proud. Because you are just a boy, unwilling to change simply because you are afraid. There is so much more to love in life when you grow up. Pity, what has become of you, my once worthy opponent." Hook turned and left.

With a great scream, Peter launched himself from the ground and charged at Hook, who blocked just in time. "I WILL NEVER BOW DOWN TO YOU! I WILL NEVER GIVE UP! NOT UNTIL I DIE!"

After a series of parries, thrusts, and blocks, Hook had Peter on his back, his sword point on Peter's skin above his heart. Peter let his head and arms fall, now dead weight. "I admire your resilience, but giving up is all you can do now. I will not kill an unworthy opponent in an unfair fight. Goodbye, Pan."

Without understanding why, tears ran down Peter's cheeks as the captain faded from view. He felt as though yet another thing was ripped from his life. Hook had been a staple in his routine ever since the pirate and his ship came through the Bermuda Triangle hundreds of years ago. Now, he was gone. Just like Wendy and the boys. He didn't even deem Peter worthy enough to kill. What was he, then? No better than the dirt beneath him?

Tinkerbell found him like this hours later, and brought him inside. Even though Hook still knew where she and Peter lived, he would not be coming back. This was the end of Hook and Pan.


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