Disclaimer: I own Taylor. That's it.

Summary: Based on Romeo and Juliet with a different twist. Hook has a daughter? Where has she been all this time? Why hasn't anyone noticed her? Of course, when Slightly catches sight of her all things change, and they will never be the same again.

A Pair of Star-Cross'd Lovers

PROLOUGE:

Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Neverland, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Chapter Quatre

Three days had past since the party and the huge battle. I hadn't seen or heard any news from my mystery man, and had long dismissed it as a one night fling. Well, I keep telling myself to dismiss it, but my mind just doesn't seem to follow my order nowadays. Currently, I wasn't worried with that issue. I had bigger things on my mind.

I paced back and forth in my stuffy cabin below the deck. Tonight I was to have supper with my father, and tonight I was to ask for permission to stay on deck more often. I was currently practicing just exactly what I was going to say to win father's approval.

"Father..." I mumbled stopping my pacing long enough to stare in my full length mirror on the back of the door, "I know you think it's terribly dangerous...No, that won't work at all." I watched my reflection shift from foot to foot before moving my long blonde hair to hang over my shoulders. My face formed a pout.

I looked different tonight. I know it's nearly impossible, but I feel as though I have aged a ton with in the last few days. My blue dress, I was currently wearing, fit more snuggly in certain places. My waist showed beautifully with the help of a corset my father ordered for me from London. My hair curled slightly by my ear and looked rather dashing. I just wish my insides felt as good as my outsides looked.

"Father..." I started again, "I would like to have more time on the deck and less time in that stuffy old cabin...Don't interrupt me. Just hear me out...I know you think it's dangerous, but I think the last party proved I could handle myself very well during an attack. Besides, I'm awfully tired of that room...Will you-" I was cut of by the swift movement of the door opening. I had to step back quickly to keep from getting hit.

"The cap'n says ye food is await'n' on ye." Mr. Smee chuckled at something I was completely oblivious to, but I didn't bother asking what it was. No sense in getting him worked up into a long story that I wouldn't even both paying attention to.

"Very good." I grabbed my jacket and followed Smee out the door. When I reached upper deck, I noticed the men were out working still. I rarely got a view of them, and they rarely got a view of me. I was sure they forgot I even existed.

"What're ye lookin' at!" Smee roared, or tired to roar. He was such a small man; hardly any one paid any attention to him. A few men proved that by wolf whistling at me as we passed. Smee glared at them, but I held my head high and deprived them the attention they craved. The thought of these men staring at me like they would a piece of fine cooked meat made my stomach churn and long to be somewhere else, but I wasn't going to give them the pleasure of seeing it.

With in seconds I was in my father's cabin with Smee desperately trying to get everything in order. He ran about the room like a mad man. Lifting plate tops here. Pour drinks there. And even putting food on my plate. Finally, he pulled my chair out and signaled for me to sit down. Like the gentlemen my father taught him to be, he helped me sit down and made sure I had everything I needed. After denying everything he offered me, Smee fled from the room to eat his own supper.

I looked at my father waiting for his signal to begin eating. I was taught it wasn't polite nor attractive to start eating right away, and under no circumstances was my mouth to be completely full of food. Twas strictly forbidden in my father's eyes. As in mine now.

"You may begin." My father instructed taking his soup spoon off the table and dipping in the bowl. I did the same. The food was much more appealing than the last supper we had together. No sign of whole fishes, and more sign of exotic fruits and vegetables. This was much more to my liking, and I ate more to please my father.

My father smiled slightly in my direction before returning to his meal. I took it as a sign that he was in a feasible mood, and now would be a wonderful time to present my suggestion to him. I covered my mouth and coughed slightly to make sure my voice would be clear and audible.

"Father..." It still came out sore and I had to cough again, "There is something I wish to discuss with you."

He looked up at me slightly surprised. We don't talk much during our suppers. Come to think of it, we haven't talked few much my entire life. The only thing that ever passes between us is his orders, and sometimes Smee does that for him. Shockingly he doesn't question it. "Go ahead."

I took a deep breath trying to remember everything I rehearsed in front of my mirror, but it was all failing to come to mind. I looked up at my father's impatient face. Just as he opened his mouth to scold me for taking too long, I launched into action, "Father, I wish to come to the deck more often."

"Absolutely not." He said before I even got a chance to explain. My temper started to build up inside of me as it often does when it comes to this subject.

"Why not?" I asked sounding awfully close to a young child. So much for feeling as if I had matured in the last few days.

He sighed and placed his spoon back on the table, "I've explained this once before, and this will be the last time I explain it. You are a young lady. I have more than 20 less than gentlemen like men on this ship. These men are pirates. They will not hesitate to take liberties, wanted or not, with a woman such as yourself. You'll stay far away from them. I will not lose a crew to...to un-called for reasons."

His words were like a slap in the face. He wasn't worried about me at all. This was the best crew he had ever had and he knew he'd be damned if his only daughter messed it up. The thought of one of his men betraying him for me was unbearable to him. And if one did it, rebellion would hang above the other's heads. He'd never be able to trust them again. He would be forced to signing a new crew. Thus starting the training processes all over again. My father wasn't worried about me at all.

I didn't know what to say after that so I let the subject drop. My father took it as me obeying his orders, but he was far from being right.

---

Slightly stood nervously outside the Indian teepee. He was going to see Nibs for the first time in three days. He had been unconscious for the last two, and Sacwolf said it was miracle he was even alive at this point. Slightly was more than thankful for it. Of course there was a bit of doubt in it. Had Nibs not recovered he wouldn't have to face the wrath of Peter Pan.

The Twins and Slightly had be exploring through the woods when a young Indian boy approached them with a message from Sacwolf saying Nibs was awake. The Twins immediately went to fetch Peter while Slightly accompanied the boy back. He could hardly contain his excitement as they reached the village. Now he was sure he was going to bust if he didn't see his best friend soon.

Slightly would have figured Peter would have forgotten by now, as he often does, but he didn't. Betrayal was not something taken lightly in the code of the Lost Boys. Nibs would be facing serious charges, and possible banishing. Slightly could only pray for a miracle to happen.

"Go in." Sacwolf instructed from behind him. Slightly had been so caught up in his own thoughts he hadn't heard the old Indian come out of the teepee. He stepped aside and allowed Slightly to pass. A candle in the center of the room was the only source of light, but he could still see the pale sickness within his friend.

"Nibs?" Slightly questioned to make sure he was awake or was it to make sure he was alive? Slightly's hands shook as they tapped the boy on the shoulder. Nibs' eyes fluttered open and a smile played upon his lips.

"Slightly. Good to see you, Mate." His voice was hoarse, but still sounded like the same old Nibs he knew and loved.

Slightly resisted the urge to jump around, scream, and shout. He settled for a huge grin, "You too. You too. I thought I had lost you."

"Tricked you, didn't I?"

Slightly chuckled lightly, "You sure did." He voice became softer, "Fooled everyone. Except Peter."

Nibs flinched, "Peter." He said his name with fear of it. Nibs knew he'd be mad at him. "Is he terribly mad?"

The smiles were replaced with grim expressions as Slightly took a seat in the floor next to Nibs's bed to explain Peter's state of mind. "I'm not going to lie to you, friend. Prepare for the worst."

Nibs cast his eyes upon the ground with a grim look to match Slightly's. No one really knew what to say. Peter would be there soon. Slightly shook his head knowing there was nothing else to be done. "I still can't believe you fought Hook; while knowing Peter's strict rule."

Nibs looked at his best friend mouth ajar, "What? Are you telling me Peter thinks I did it on purpose?" Nibs watched Slightly nodded his head. He said up straight as quickly as possible, "Slightly, do you know what this means!"

"Possible banishment?" Slightly mumbled not looking his friend in the eye.

"No!" Nibs yelled as much as he could with a sore throat, "Not at all. It means Peter thinks I betrayed him."

Slightly gave him a questionable look, "And?"

Nibs threw his hands about the air, "I didn't do it! Hook attacked me. It was self defense. Pure self defense, and before I knew it he had sliced my stomach in. I was tumbling to the deck."

Slightly gave out a yell, "Hook sliced you first!" He cheered loudly, "You won't be banished."

Nibs smiled and laid back against his pillow, "I won't be banished."

---

"So you didn't wish to fight Hook?" Peter asked slowly floating back and forth the crowed teepee.

"Not at all." Nibs assured for the millionth time as Peter thought it over. They had been discussing it for the last hour and Peter was still questioning it.

"This is something Hook would do."

"Exactly." Nibs grinned slightly, "Do you really think your second-in-command would betray you after all these years?"

Peter nodded slowly coming to a final decision. He pulled out his dagger from his boot. "He'll pay." He floated to the ground, "All Lost Boys grab your weapons and head towards the Pirate ship. We're going to pay Hook a friendly little visit." The Lost Boys cheered and headed out the door. All except for Nibs.

---

I waited an hour after supper to make sure all the pirates would be nice and drunk, and Father would be getting ready for bed. I decided I wasn't going to stay in this stuffy old cabin a second longer. I needed fresh air. I need contact with another human-being. I wanted out of this cage. If Father wasn't going to give me permission, I was going to take it anyways.

He wouldn't even care if I was to be disgraced. I brushed my hair one last time wondering what would happen if a pirate tried to attack me tonight. I pulled at a drawer to my left and looked at it contents. It was the dagger given to me by Peter Pan.

I winced remembering what was meant to be done with it. I quickly shook of those thoughts. At least it could be as of some use tonight. If not for anything else, it would give me a feeling of security. I tucked the dagger in my left boot figuring it the most practically spot.

I rose from my chair giving my reflection on last look before twisting the door knob. As I peaked out I could hear the pirates up deck cheering and sing loudly. I went to the back of the ship using the emergency exit not many people knew about.

To my luck, no one was around the stern of the ship. Music immediately filled my ears as I came closer to the starboard side. I could hear the pirates' drunken voices screeching louder than a Never-bird. It was enough to bust your ear drums. I turn the corner, but quickly jumped back to where I was.

A lone pirate stood solemnly looking out at the water. He had a bottle in his hand so it was no doubt he was just as drunk as the other pirates.

"You might as well come out, Princess. I saw you." He voice was deep, and I immediately recognized it. His name was Jacob Hitches. Jacob was 22 when he joined our ship four years ago. His father sold him into piracy after he caused his whole family to go bankrupt by gambling their money away. He was very educated and didn't talk like a pirate at all. Although his manners were beyond repair.

I only knew him from having supper when he first arrived with him in my father's cabin. He wasn't charming then and I'm sure he isn't charming now. I couldn't believe my father let him eat with us. His cold brown eyes stared at me all night as if I was a picture show. It was quite disturbing.

I walked around the corner and didn't stop till I was on the other side of him. A good distance away, I might add. He noticed to, and grinned at it, "What is a beautiful princess like you doing walking around a stuffy old pirate ship? In the middle of the night at that?"

"Just a breath of fresh air." I mumbled wishing he would just tell my father and get it over with. I was going to be punished for life, and in Neverland that's an awfully long time.

He didn't question me, just motioned for me to come closer, "Don't be afraid, luv. I just want to see the ocean from my..." He paused to suppress a hiccup, "My point of view."

I nervously walked to his side. Maybe if I was friendly enough he wouldn't tell my father. Hopefully, he would pass out from being drunk and not remember any of this. I leaned over the rail coping the way he looked.

He closed one eye and squinted at me with the other, "You know something?" He didn't give me time to respond before telling me anyways, "I'm drunk. I have absolutely no reason to be drunk. My father always told me not to get drunk unless I had a reason, and no reason was ever good enough for him." He gave a small laugh, "Now, I get drunk three or four times a week. I have all the booze I want here. The funny part about it? He sent me here."

He took a long swig of the bottle's contents before throwing it into the water. For some reason, I think he had a good reason to get drunk. He was trying to push away the problems in his own life. Maybe he's drunk all the time so he doesn't have to face them. I suddenly pitied the poor pirate.

I swallowed hard before opening my mouth to speak, "Me and you. We have something in common." He looked at me strange but I continued, "A father that doesn't care."

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, "You and me have a lot more than that in common. We're lonely and on a bloody pirate ship by force."

He stepped closer to me and I immediately tensed up. I wanted to step away, but if his attentions weren't sexually I didn't want to come across as rude. "You know. We could solve each other problems. Help each other."

I flinched as his whiskey breath rubbed my face. The smell was awful, and I was beyond uncomfortable now. Not caring about being rude, I took two steps sides. He noticed and gave me a frown, "I want to help you."

Suddenly he stepped up where he had both arms on either side of me holding on to the rail. There was no way to escape. "I want you to help me." His breath was once again on my face when I heard it. A loud crow.

---

Peter stopped the Lost Boys as they approached the stern ship. "Nobody fights unless I signal it. I didn't come here to fight I came here to warn."

With that said Slightly watched his leader fly up into the air and crow loudly. The twins flew up after him, but Slightly stayed behind. He wanted to make sure Taylor wasn't around when he flew up. He was dying to see her again. He just didn't know how she would react to him being a Lost Boy and her being a pirate's daughter. It wasn't exactly the best combination.

He peaked over the rail, but saw no body around. The other boys had already made there way to the front of the ship. He flew over the rail, and listen closer to see if he could hear Peter or Hook fighting. Only he didn't hear that. He heard a struggle.

"Get your filthy bloody hands off of me." He recognized the voice and followed it. He gasped as he saw his angel struggling in the arms of a scallywag. He gave one last sneer before springing into action.

"I just want a kiss...maybe more." Slightly heard the bastard say before he ripped him off of his angel.

---

The two men began wrestling before my eyes. My rescuer seemed to have the advantage since he was neither drunk nor nursing a busted lip. That first blow had really hurt Jacob. I watched Jacob get pinned down and punched three or four times before passing out. I covered my hand over my mouth as my rescuer rose and I got my first view of Jacob's bloody face.

I nearly gagged at the sight, "He isn't dead, is he?" I heard myself ask.

My rescuer shook his hand twice before looking down at him, "No, he's just passed out."

I smiled, "Well, thank-you so much for saving me. I don't know what I would have done."

He barely looked at me. In fact, it seemed like he turned a little so I wouldn't see his face. I moved a little bit too, trying to see more of him, "What is your name?"

"Slightly." He mumbled turning his back to me.

I walked around him, but he turned again, "Oh...Well, Mr. Slightly. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is-"

He cut me off, "Taylor." He finally turned around to face me, "We've met."

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