Disclaimer: I own no content of Peter Pan or Hook, I only own the things that weren't originally there, and I think for the rest of the Fan Fiction, it's just going to be Rachel.

I could hear light foot steps, slowly tapping closer. My vision was faint through my eyelashes and the sleep. There was about five more little foot steps following shortly after. The faint smell of rum, grass, and a soft ocean mist filled the air. The sun beamed down onto my eyes, making it harder for me to see.

"Is it dead?" A young boy asked.

I felt like I didn't have the strength to move or speak, so to signal I was alive(Or as far I could tell), I forced out a sore cough.

"She's alive!" Someone announced.

I'm not completely sure why I let them know I was alive. I didn't know what they did to the living, or the dead. But I'm pretty sure what people do to the living is better than what they do to the dead.

My entire body ached, like I had just been dropped from a 10 story building.

"She looks hurt." A little kid pointed out.

No duh Sherlock.

"I'll go get something to help her." One of them said, and ran one way.

"I'll go tell Ruffian." Another one said, and ran another direction.

I mumbled something, but it was hard for me to even understand. A boy got on his knees to listen more closely, "What?"

"Where am I?" I asked more clearly, but sort of weak.

"You're in Never land!" The boy informed me.

My eyes opened a bit more, "The Netherlands? Did my brother ship me out here?"

The boys laughed, "Not Netherlands, Never land. The second star to the right, home of every kid's dream, a place where you never grow old, never die!"

My eyes opened fully to the sound of those words. Was he serious? Had my wish come true?

"I got some wet leaves!" A kid shouted from afar.

I used the only strength I built up to roll over on my back, and they placed the wet leave on my forehead.

The boy asked, "Do you have a name?"

My hazel irises looked towards the boy. He was short, young, black with dark hair and almond eyes, "Rachel." I whispered.

"Get Rachel some more leaves!" He shouted at the other four other boys.

I could see through the corner of my eyes, the boy that had left earlier came running back. He stopped for a second of breath then spoke, "Rufio says to bring her at camp."

My head twitched a little because of the newly put leaves, "Okay, a, who is Rufio, and b, who the hell names their son Rufio?" I asked weakly.

"Rufio is our leader, and is the best fighter of all of us." The boy who had returned spoke with pride, ignoring my last question.

I inhaled deeply, clutching the sandy ground with my nails, and I pulled my self to sit up, "I don't think I can walk." I pointed out, the pain still cycling through my body.

"It's okay, we know a way." Two boys went to down to my feet, and grabbed hold of my ankles.

"What are you guys do-"

I was cut off by her own yelp. The boys dragged me through the grass and soil, the rest behind making sure my doesn't hit her head again. Up and down through hills and ditches, dodging trees and other obstacles. I knew soon I was going to hit my head at least once.

At the end we go to a dangerously steep hill, where they rushed down as fast as they can. I couldn't help but scream, but I also couldn't help but laugh. It was scary, but it was so much fun. Like a roller coaster, we kept getting faster. I was a rag doll. The boys dragging me jolted to a stopped, and let go. I face planted and bit the ground.

"You guys couldn't have done that gently?" I yelled, my body now almost numb.

With all my strength (Not much), I managed to stand up, and looked around in awe. Though my expression was more dumbfound.

Skate ramps, basketball hoops, plenty of other games and toys. All occupied by boys in childhood and pre-teen.

"What exactly is this? Your parents let you do this?" I asked with amazement. They all paused, looked at me and laughed.

"We have no parents. Everyone in Neverland who is older, are pirates." One of them paused, "Like we said, Rufio is our leader."

I chuckled, "Leader of what? Boys in clothes through the ages?" Skimming through the crowd, they were dressed as boy scouts, some 19th century, the 30's.

A pre-teen with a light strapped to his head came out of a hut behind me, "Rufio wishes to see you now. I shrugged and followed him into the fairly sized tweed hut. Inside, shelves held dozens of medicine in cracked bottles, tearing sacks. The room looked old and dusty. And it was somewhat hard to breath.

On a table in the back of the hut, laid a boy. He looked about my age, tall. His skin was a light tan-red. His hair a triple Mohawk, with bright red tips. Crimson blood filled bandages wrapped tightly around his chest.

"What happened? Is this Rufio?" I asked, my mouth slightly open.

The boy looked up to me dully, "Yeah, Captain Hook tried to kill him, that old crocodile snack."

I looked down to the boy with a curious and questionable look, "Is he going to be alright?" I asked.

Rufio's eyes sprung open, startling me for a moment.

"You're Rachel?" Rufio asked weakly.

I nodded.

"Are you a pirate?"

I shook my head.

"Good."

A/N: Couldn't really think of a good way to end it, so I used a hill hanger. Sort of like a Cliff Hanger, just suckier. So tell me what you think, and thank you anonymous reviewer for commenting and making my day with your name. ;)