Author's Note: This story was all created by a dream and an inspired painting that my roommate owns. I dedicate this story to my roommate (who is also an avid fanfic reader). I do not own anything that relates to Peter Pan (these character's will resemble the Disney 1953 version). Please read, enjoy, and review!

Chapter 1: The Black Spot

Boisterous howls and roars of laughter filled the forest tent of the childish Peter Pan and Lost Boys. Peter played on his pan flute around the fire and danced the day away with the Lost Boys. They were all filled with glee and never-ending delight as the magical notes carried their feet away with rhythmic bounces and jumps. The fire, bright and playful, licked its ends and floated carelessly in the air. If one were too close, the fire would tease and nip at one of the children's feet. This ritual of music and dance would continue for hours, but today, Peter was not in the mood to play for his mind was elsewhere.

"What's da matter?" Cubby pouted at his leader and very dear friend.

"Yeah!" Foxy shouted, "You ain't playing like you normally do!" This caused the other boys to join in with their own opinions.

"Boys," Peter Pan motioned his hands in a particular way that silenced the six boys, "Look, I've been thinkin' lately, and that's all."

"Whatcha been thinkin' about, Peter Pan?" Skunk tooted his own horn.

Peter sniffed and pinched his nose instantaneously, "Just… thinkin', not stinkin'."

"Sorry…" Skunk reached for his tail and held it comfortingly.

After the smell had faded, Peter released his nose and said, "I'm gonna mess with Captain for a while." Peter jumped and hovered in the air a bit before leaving the boys, "Make sure that no one finds this place, not even Hook, got it?"

"Right!" The six boys lined up and saluted their leader as if they were drill sergeants.

Peter flew higher up through the dense canopies and frowned, "What am I gonna do when I see that codfish?"

He soared through the sky and glided his hands through the fluffiness of the clouds. He flew over Mermaid Lagoon but found no interest in watching the ladies swoon today, nor did he find interest in searching for Tiger Lily and her magical smoke. He barely found interest in tormenting Hook, but he knew that he just had to do something.

"Maybe, I go find that crocodile and lure it by Captain's ship." Peter swooped down towards Crocodile Creek and drifted towards a clearing along the lake. Once landed, Peter lifted his hand over his eyes to block the glare of the midday sun and searched high and low for the dreaded reptile.

"Hold on here…" Peter stopped and noticed the good ol' Jolly Roger in the distance, "That's Captain's ship! What's he doin' here?" Peter lifted his brown slippers off of the ground and rushed towards the far side of the creek.

" Easy does it Mr. Smee!" Hook shouted to his firstmate, "Easy does it! You don't want to break it now!"

"But Captain…" Smee wheezed with his nasally sounding voice, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Now Smee!" Hook clobbered Smee's head with the back of his hook, "Follow your orders, Mr. Smee, and HAND ME THAT VIAL!" He seized the glass bottle out of Smee's chubby grip and laughed evilly. He rubbed the vial carefully with his hook and planned, "Now, I need to give him this vial…"

"Whatcha doin' Captain?" Peter Pan floated in front of Hook upside down.

"Pan!" Hook jumped back in surprise and some fear, "Get out of here you measly boy!"

"Whatcha got in your hand?" Peter Pan snatched the vial. He noticed that there was a thick, magenta liquid inside, "What's this?"

"It's…" Smee began to explain, but then was stopped by the clever captain.

Hook smiled with a wide devilish grin which curled his moustache, "It's a gift…" He took the vial back from Peter and used his sharp hook to pop open the vial's cork. He handed back the vial to Peter, "For you, Pan."

"For me!?" Pan turned right side up and baffled, "Geez, Captain! I never thought you had a nice side to ya!"

"Oh.." Hook wrapped his hooked arm around his enemy's shoulder, "Let's just say, I'm a changed man. That Cindy…"

"Wendy" Smee coughed artfully into the back of his arm that was close to his dear captain.

"Wendy.." Hook smiled innocently and corrected his mistake, "taught me how to be… kind…" He cringed at the word, "to others… especially, you, Peter Pan."

"Huh?" Peter smiled and blushed at the thought of Wendy, "Well then, if you say that Wendy taught ya, then I guess it's fine by me!" Peter shook Hook's only hand and tipped the vial towards the captain as a toast and then gulped the contents down in three giant swallows.

The liquid was warm like the pirate's rum, but bitter like the grapefruit that grew on the trees. His mind spun and his limbs drooped. Peter lost his ability to fly which means he lost his faith and trust. His youthful smile turned cold and his eyes turned harsh. It was as if the potion was changing him; but this was Hook's plan all along.

"Ha ha ha!" Hook boasted, "So Pan does have a black spot in his heart!" He smacked Peter, hard, once on his back and roared with greedy glee, "Welcome to the Jolly Roger, Pan! You're going to help me snatch that little Tinkerbell of yours!"

"What!?" Smee jumped and bit his fingernails anxiously once he landed, "B-b-but… Captain… wh-wh-what if that p-p-potion wears off?"

"Nonsense, Mr. Smee!" Hook laughed off the idea, "Pan drank the whole vial! There will be nothing that can change him back now!"

"Wh-wh-what about p-p-pixie dust, sir?" Smee squeaked out his question.

"Hush it, Mr. Smee!" Hook clobbered his first mate's head once more and barked orders at him, "I will hear none of this again! Now, gather the crew and make sure that we are ready to set sail by sundown, Mr. Smee!"

"Aye-eye, Captain!" Smee saluted his captain and scurried off to complete his orders.

"Now…" The wily captain ran his hook through the stringy hairs of his mustache, "You, my boy, are going to lead me to that little fairy of yours, and together we will get rid of all of the Lost Boys, including you, Peter Pan."

Peter's had become monotone, "Aye-eye, Captain Hook." His motions were stiff and his actions were controlled, and none of this was like the usual proud Peter Pan.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed it! Please read and review! Thank you!