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Peter's nightmare played again through his mind as he sat shaking. The nightmares had become a staple in Peter's life ever since...ever since that night. Peter knew this, yet in so many ways he was still a boy and was unable to make the connection that may seem so obvious. Never the less, since Wendy's ;last night in Neverland long ago, (exactly how long Peter could not comprehend for time is of no consequence in Neverland, but Peter guesses it was a fairly long time,) Peter's nights, (more often than not,) had been filled with nightmares. These nightmares were not the only pain that plagued the magical boy. As the time went on he found himself less and less interested in the adventures that Neverland offered him. Peter began to spend more time underground and alone and less time flying and fighting pirates.

Pirates. The motley crew still resided in Neverland and with them their heartless captain, James Hook. Peter had seen him not long after Wendy's departure.

"But he is dead! Old, alone, done for!" Peter had cried, but ever the same Hook lived on. Peter had sought out the mermaids for information. The explanation they had offered had been a simple one. Hook had simply gutted the creature from inside before being fully swallowed. Defeated no longer, he had made his way back to his ship and crew and immediately reinstated himself as captain. (With none objecting.)

Initially Peter had furious and he had immediately sought out the pirate captain, intent on his demise. But Peter's attacks never produced a death. And then the nightmares had come and Peter began to lose interest in pursuing the resurrected pirate.

The entire Neverland had begun to notice Peter's change in behavior, but the cause was a mystery to all, (ever Tinkerbell!) for they knew not of the boy's nightmares.

Even Hook was curious. He grew impatient and angry when Peter's duels became less and less frequent. Hook came to realize that he looked forward to his daily battles with his young tormentor and his anger increased as the battles became less and less.

Time began to pass and Peter pulled himself further and further into seclusion.

Hook had to do something. Something, he knew, was not right. Although James Hook was a pirate, he was an honorable one. He refused to tale advantage of the anguished Peter Pan.

"When I defeat him," he had said to his crew, "it will be when we are equally matched and my victory and my triumph will be all the more glorious!"

And so Hook had begun to piece together a plan that would force his opponent back into action, and since Hook was a man of considerable intelligence, his plan came to him quickly. It was obvious, to Hook at least, that there was one way and one way only to make Peter feel again. And so Hook had his plan. But enough of what has already come to pass, Back to Peter's present state.

He was on the deck of the Jolly Roger. Peter remembered this dream. It haunted him. Originally he had been unable to hear Hook's words to him, but tonight as the images replayed themselves, Peter understood Hook's shouting and taunting. When Peter finally tore himself awake, it made sense. Sweating, Peter sat curled together as his brain tried desperately to make sense of Hook's words.

"She wanted to grow old, without you," Hook had lashed. "But what would you do clever boy if indeed she did not grow up at all? What then? What if your Wendy was to be killed so that she neither stayed young or grew old but simply ceased to be?" Hook's words had flooded his mind. "Think wisely, and quickly Peter, for you do not have the time to waste. Make the decision I know you want to make, whether you understand it or not."

And then Hook had faded from the dream, but not all were gone, for in Hook's place stood a young girl. She was crying. Curious, Peter had approached her in the dream.

"Girl, why are you crying?" he had asked her. She did not answer but she had raised her eyes to his and Peter had fallen back in shock. "Wendy?" As soon as the word had left his mouth, the image faded and Peter had woke. The more he tried to make all of his dream make sense, the less it seemed to. Peter thought long and hard of what Hook's words could mean. Just when he was about to give in, something in Peter's young mind clicked, and he rose into the air and flew towards a familiar destination.

A/N: few more days of vacation and then I should be able to update sooner and more often- things are just crazy right now. hope you enjoy!