Disclaimer; Hey all! (No, I am not Southern. I do not usually say "y'all"...Hence, usually.) Okay, so I have been meaning to write one of these for a while now, but I never had the right inspiration. Now I do! The song: Leaving You by Audien feat. Michael S.

Oh looky here I am burning again
Thought it was real but your love it was only pretend
Oh looky here I am walking away
I turn around if you beg
If you beg me to stay
This time I don't think so
I had enough of your romance reflow
Heart breaker with an ego
You were doing some things that could've been illegal
Make sense out of nothing at all
You were pretty much evil
But I've got more to say

No I never, never met nobody, body like you
That ain't no compliment, that's the truth
You're nothing but a cold heart covered in gold
That's why, that's why, that's why, that's why I'm leaving you.

Prologue

I look at him with disgust in my eyes. I had to have seen this coming, but I didn't. That's what makes me furious, that I couldn't have seen it before. How could I have been so oblivious? Of course he would pick Tiger Lily, she was plain gorgeous. Yes, and she was just like him. Stubborn, hard-headed, egotistic...Well not so much the last one.

Peter Pan must have been the worst mistake of my life. I realize now my mistake of staying, no matter how much fun it was to spend with him and the Lost Boys. Michael and John would just have to understand, I no longer wanted to stay in Neverland. I no longer wanted to be a mother. I no longer wanted to be around him. I would have to make it subtle, or forceful whichever will make them listen to me.

Disappointment threatened to become a lump in my throat, making my eyes tear at the tension. No, I commanded myself, you will not give him the stratifying fact that he made me cry.

I turned away from my "friend" Tiger Lily, and Peter, walking into the woods. Let the pirates come capture me like they always do, it doesn't matter now. I just want to go home, away from the heart-break.

"Hello my darling," A coy voice came from my left, "Why are you alone?"

I merely shrugged, "Does it matter?"

"Not really, boys! Grab her!" Captain Hook stepped out where I could see him.

"There really is no need, I can walk perfectly fine." I mumbled.

"Yes, but that is what we don't want."

A blind fold was placed over my eyes, and my hands bound behind my back.

"Might as well cover my mouth too, hm?" I grumbled.

When my blind fold was finally taken off, I was seated at the mast. Just as always, a prey. Awaiting my inevitable rescue from Peter, the name made me scowl.

"You know, that isn't a good look on you." A male voice called, not someone I knew. No one I had ever heard.

I shrug, "Come over here when I can see you."

"I don't think I should get too close, Peter might be at my throat for talking to his property." He growled.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not his. Never will be, he wants Tiger Lily."

"Then fine by me." He stepped out from the shadows. The dark black hair, sapphire eyes, and pale complexion. Hook's son, it must be. I gasped subconsciously.

"Y-you're Hook's s-son?" My heart leaped into my throat, he was handsome. Only a few years or so older than I.

"That would be me. In the flesh, or so they say." He smirks down at me, before crouching before me.

"Well, what's your name?" I mentally slapped myself over and over.

He chuckles, "William Wade Hook, Wendy Moira Angela Darling."

I tilted my head to the side, curious, "How much do you know about me or Neverland in this case."

"Only as much as the time before Peter comes to save you."

"He's too busy with Tiger Lily, he doesn't really care for me. I am merely a babysitter."

"Ah, that's what you see. Would you like to know what I see?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, my darling, you don't. I see a troubled boy trying to not get too attached to one girl, you. He doesn't want to fall in love because he never wants to grow up, but now that he has he won't admit his feelings and would much rather hide them by throwing off his feelings by jumping from one to another."

"Is that really what you see?"

"I may be a pirate, but it doesn't mean we're all bad, and yes. I meant it. I can see it every time he comes to rescue you, in his eyes. The way they show relief and brighten when he sees you. Wendy, you may not see it, but he does love you."

"He has a funny way of showing it."

"I would suggest; growing up a bit before coming back. Maybe after the tears have dried."

"Th-" I was cut short when I heard my name being called by someone from above, most likely Peter, "Thank you, William."

I looked straight into his sapphire eyes before he nodded, and vanished; rushing away from the battling. Calling for the men to come fight Peter and the Lost Boys.

Grow up a bit before coming back. Maybe after the tears have dried. The line of wisdom he spoke to me were the best, something I could only wish for from a fairy tale. I waited a small amount of time before I was cut free, smiling sheepishly as Peter grabbed my hand; flying off into the night.

"Wendy, how could you?" Peter searched my face for something, something that I was sure was not there.

"I went to go get more firewood, they blindfolded me before I could call out." I mumbled, looking away from him.

"I want an apologize for leaving me." Peter pouted at me, it took everything in me not to grab all our stuff and leave.

"I am truly, deeply sorry." I hinted with a bit of sarcasm.

He grinned his boy-ish grin, "Apologize accepted!"

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, of course he would. He almost always did, egotistic, crazed, cruel, stupid boy that I was in love with.

"P-Peter, I need to ask something of you."

"Ask away, Wendy."

"I miss my parents, could I-we; Michael, John, and I, could we go home to them?"

His smile fell away, a scowl blossomed onto his features, "I knew you would have wanted to grow up instead of stay."

"No! It's just, if I stay here, I wanted to stay with my parents before leaving their lives forever."

"So, you'll come back?"

"Of course! Maybe you and the Lost Boys could stay with us?"

He grinned, "An adventure? How long are we staying."

"How about until we are sixteen? A taste of maturity before we stay children forever."

"S-sixteen!? That's," He pondered for a moment, "That's four years! Wendy, I will visit you everyday instead. Four years is too much in the mortal world."

"Peter," I smiled, "Everyday is a lot, are you sure you are up to it?"

"When am I never up for an adventure?"

"Never."