Disclaimer: 'Hook', Rufio, and other related characters do not belong to me. Lily and Alex, however, do.

A/N: There are some differences from the movie and added scenes coming up. You have been warned.

A/N #2: This story is set in the present time until…well, you'll see. ;)

'Hook' has always been my favorite movie. I've watched it over and over and can say almost every line along with the actors. I had finally convinced my parents to let my best friend Alex sleep over our apartment while they were at one of my dad's office parties. I was a little surprised when they said yes, seeing as we're only eighth graders. It was Alex's first time watching the movie; she was just as into it as I. I had gone to the kitchen during the final battle scene to make popcorn. I knew what was coming.

"NO! They killed Rufio! Why?!?!" I heard Alex yell at the television from my spot in the kitchen. I picked the bowl of popcorn up and headed back to the living room where I found Alex hugging a pillow and staring murderously at the image of Captain Hook onscreen.

"Come on Peter! Get him! Run him through!"

"Enjoying the movie, are we?" I asked mockingly. Alex only nodded, eyes still glued to the screen. I laughed softly, but soon found myself mouthing the lines along with the actors. As the end credits rolled, Alex turned to me.

"Lily, that was AWESOME! Can we watch it again? Please?"

"No need to ask me twice," I replied, and restarted the DVD. This time around, however, we ended up having a pillow fight for the first part of the movie, up until Tinkerbelle carried Peter off to Neverland. Then we quieted down. Until the power went out, of course. I yelped and hung onto Alex and then felt myself and Alex falling. We landed in a sunny clearing next to a waterfall and pond. My short and curly red hair had fallen into my face, and I blew it aside, tucking it behind my ears. Alex was sitting beside me. We looked at each other quizzically. Then a familiar sound caught our attention.

"Rufio! Ru-fi-o, Ru-fi-o, Ru-fi-o!"

My hands came up to cover my mouth as I gasped in shock. I knew where we were. Alex started to speak, but one of my hands clamped over her mouth. With the other hand I motioned to her to be quiet. I started towards where I knew the Lost Boys and a grown-up Peter Pan to be. We crouched low as Rufio went flying through the air over our heads. Time seemed to slow down for me. I would finally meet him! The boy I thought of a Pan since the first time I had seen the movie; then I remembered his fate and my heart fell heavily into my sneakers. All the while I was realizing this, the exchange between Rufio and Peter had been taking place. Now Peter was running for his life from the Lost Boys; I saw Don't Ask keeping score.

Pulling Alex after me by her sleeve I moved to the basketball court. Everything about the Lost Boys encampment was familiar to me; it was like I had been there my entire life. Alex and I hid behind one of the hanging nets covered in leaves underneath the sailboard track. I held my breath as Rufio rushed past, sword raised, stopping inches from Peter's face.

"You're dead, jollymon." I said the words along with him under my breath. Alex pilled me back into the shadows and shushed me. Too Small, who was nearest us, looked around as if he had heard something, then turned his attention to Tink, who was hovering in front of him. I watched, silent, as Rufio drew a line in the earth with the Pan sword. I wasn't really listening anymore. Something was different about Rufio, and it had caught my attention. I had never noticed before, but now, closer than I had ever been before, it was catching the light.

'It' was a locket of some sort. I pointed it out silently to Alex. She hadn't noticed it before, either. Maybe it was because the bone necklaces covered it up before, but now it seemed important. I had to find out what it was! While my head puzzled out a way to figure it out, Pockets had established that Peter Banning was at one point their Peter Pan. Rufio was enraged, but this time his dark eyes held something besides that anger. It was concern. Concern for the Lost Boys, I was certain of it. As the Lost Boys followed Rufio away both Alex and I let go of a breath we hadn't been aware we had been holding.

"What now?" Alex whispered.

"I don't know. Wait for night, I guess," I replied in a whisper, shrugging.

So, tell me what you think! I would appreciate it.

Redie