Hey there. Long time folks. Finally got round to editing and finishing this story. Apologies to any readers, and followers if you're still around. Hope you enjoy. It's a couple of chapters before Hook comes in but I like to get to know my OC's a little bit.

Disclaimer: I don't own any places or characters referenced from the original Peter Pan. Just my own creations.

Rosette tossed in her sleep, creases marred her pale features

She was running, through white and blue corridors trying to reach a door that seemed to get further and further away. Heat flared up around her suddenly and the walls bubbled and melted around her. She reached out to the door and suddenly her hand was on the handle, it was white hot, blistering her skin but she held on tight opening the door finally. She was faced wit ha raging fire, consuming the room around her. She could hear her mother's voice calling for her to run, escape while she could. Her father's voice joined in, calling for her mother, for her to get out, flee. Smoke began to surround her, stinging her eyes, choking her throat and she began to fall, suffocating.

She woke with a start gasping for breath. Coughing she threw the covers off and ran to the doors to her balcony. Throwing those open she grabbed onto the railing and too deep breaths, the fresh air clearing her lungs, clearing the nightmare. Dawn was starting to creep over the gardens, the sunlight chasing the shadows from the ornate topiaries, hedges and fountains. She began to relax, feeling her lungs take in the still morning air. It was just a dream.

The gardens sprang to life, the fountains began to spout water, servants and gardeners appeared, hurrying about their morning business. She sighed and turned back to her room. Still unfamiliar surroundings, even after two months. Two months since the fire, since she had lost her home, her parents and her childhood. France was welcoming, her family here took her in but it was not the same, she didn't know if she would ever feel comfortable here.

She sat at her dressing table and began to brush her hair, she noted how dull her eyes had become, and the restless nights were taking their toll. She felt older.

There was a knock at her door and her maid came in, she could tell her mistress hadn't slept well again, the balcony door were open.
'What dress will it be today?' the young woman asked, hoping that today would be different.
'The black one Marie' Rosette said walking over to the divider and taking off her nightgown.
Marie nodded and took out her black mourning dress, she wondered how someone so young could suffer so much.

'Black again Rosette, really' Her aunt looked disapprovingly at her as she joined them at the breakfast table. 'Surely you should...'
'Francoise, leave her be' Rosette's uncle, her mothers brother was more accommodating of her long mourning period, he too had lost something in the fire.
There was little else spoken over breakfast, until Rosette realised Pierre wasn't with them.
'He's managing the packing of the carriage before setting off' Her uncle said absently as he looked through his papers.
'He's leaving today!'
She shot up and ran from the room ignoring her aunts protests. She found her cousin quickly on the steps of the manor directing servants with his trunks.

'That one on top...Yes then that one'
'Pierre!'
He turned 'Ah cousin! You made it, I wasn't sure you would be awake to see me off'
'I don't believe you would have left without saying farewell' She huffed, catching her breath.
'I'm behind as it is, but glad you made it'
'I hate that you're leaving me...' She said pouting.
'This trip was planned long before your arrival dear cousin, and I can't miss it'
'Take me with you!'
'hah! Not a chance, not at your age anyway...'
'You're only three years older'
'yes, and in three years perhaps I can take you to see some more of the world but for now you must stay here, mama and papa will look after you...but you have to promise me something'
'You'll be gone for so long, I don't know if I can survive that long with you mother...'
'It'll fly by I'm sure, and that promise'
'I'll only promise if you promise to come back' She said folding her arms.
'Promise that you'll be out of black and wearing colours again when I return, and learn to beat me at chess' He said
'She chewed her lip frowning. 'okay'
'Good, now don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone' he hugged her tightly.

She waved off the carriage and watched it turn out of the manor and onto the road.

Pierre had been the only one to speak to her when she arrived. He didn't pry into the fire, but never skirted around the subject and was always the first to comfort her when she ran off in tears. He had brought her back, for the most part and now he was off on a tour of Europe with his school friends.

Reviews welcome, I did my best to correct and proof read it over but a and bet i missed something. xx