So instead of working on my art project, or packing for my upcoming College trips, I decided to sit down and white this for my lovely readers! I never thought this story would ever be this popular! Only three chapters and I have 17 reviews? You guys are far too kind!

I want to give a shout out to Alice, Guest and demonpoxxx for reviewing, though a super special one for the guest for giving me such detailed feedback! I wish I could thank you personally!

Alice POV

I could feel Hook's arms tighten around me as something landed lightly on the mast. I tried looking up but he kept me from moving, probably for a reason. I could feel my eyes growing wide and the crew around me shouting and throwing things.

"That voice… could it be?" "No he doesn't exist. He's not real." "You're right. He's not real…" Though my inner monologue, Hook had talked to… him. When I came back to the conversation, I felt hook lunge behind me and hands on my shoulders.

Hook POV (Five minutes earlier)

I wrap my arms around the child tighter, as if to hide her from the red-headed menace. I watched Pan land on the mast like the fairies he's always hanging around with a grimace on my face.

"Now Pan, is that anyway to speak to an adult?" I could see his face, his emotions as clear and readable as ever. He was confused, that she was here. He was angry, that I had her. He was scared, that I would do something to her. He was apprehensive, probably because she left in the first place.

"Nuh Uhh Hook! It doesn't matter because I don't care if you're an adult or not!" The little brat stuck his tongue out at me, and I could sense the child trying to look around my shoulder.

"Why do you want the girl so much? Did you kidnap another young woman to play mother to you and your hooligans? You want to keep her here so she can read you stories every night?" He face began to fall some, "Well did you ever think about what she wants, Pan?" He took a step back but lost his footing. Though he fell, his flying trick saved him from the splat at the end of his decent. He flew above where I was crouched with the girl and landed behind her.

"I want to help her get better, Hook. Not that you'd know anything about compassion, would you? Why would you want her? To use her as a-" I cut the little brat off before he could finish. Lunging across the child, I tried to slap the cocky grin off his babyish face. I was livid that he would even suggest something like that. He simply flew out of the way and took advantage of my movement to snatch the girl out from under me. I could feel her slip from my grasp, so I did the only thing I could think of. As if time had stopped, I was able to reach into my pocket, take out a small object and slip it into the pocket of her coat before they were out of arms reach.

She seemed like smart girl. She'll know what to do with it if she so chooses too.

Peter's POV

It took a long time to find her, and when I did I wasn't as shocked as I probably should've been to see that Hook had taken her. Flying down I used my smart wit and clever cunning to make him drop his guard and snag the girl out from his slimy pirate hands. Placing one arm under her back and the other under her knees, I flew away from the stink ship and back to the base, confused on why she was struggling.

"You-you're not real… you're not real. You're notrealyou'renotrealyou'renotreal." It was as if she was praying or something, which kinda freaked me out but I could understand if she was shaken up from spending the night with those adults. By the time we arrived back at the base, she had calmed down and simply had her head resting on my chest, eyes half-lidded. I figured now would be as good as time as any to try and get some answers.

"So what's your name?" I asked in a calm voice, hoping to coax the response.

"Alice Grant," She mumbled into my chest, "And you're Peter, though I don't understand how." Her whole frame seemed to sag with the last statement.

"And why wouldn't I exist?" I was genuinely confused about how I couldn't be real.

"You're made up. A story book character. You all are, yet here I am. I must be dead…" My breathing stopped for a second and I halted in the air.

"No! You're not dead! I saved you! You're alive because of me!" now she'll be so happy with me that she'll stay with me and the lost boys!

"Why would you do that?" She still hadn't lifted her head, but her words chilled me to my core.

"B-because! I'm the hero! I'll save whoever needs it. Plus," my voice drops low as we descend into the jungle, "I was terrified to see you passed out on your window sill like that. It reminded me of someone, a long time ago, and I couldn't save her then. I just had to save you." Just as my green-shoes touched the ground, Alice looked me in the square in the face.

Several emotions flitted across her face, some of which surprised me completely. Disbelief, and a little fear and some more that I missed. Finally, her face showed pure admiration, as if she had finally met her hero, though that's what I was.

"Peter Pan… The Peter Pan, in the flesh…" Her voice trailed off.

"That's me doll. Peter Pan." I couldn't help the smile from reaching my lips, for her reaction was just so endearing. I went to let her down, but she almost seemed to jump to the ground herself.

"Why-" her own stomach cut her off and I laughed loudly.

"Why don't we go get some food and I'll take you exploring? Is that okay?" For some reason I was starting to get worried about her response, only to sigh in relief.

"Yes… that sounds great Peter."

Alice POV

I tried to escape at first, but his flying was so calming I quickly found myself starting to doze off. It didn't help that he smelt like the forest and… home. Almost like that old book my mom had given me. It was very comforting, in an odd way. I answered his question, but what I really wanted to ask was "Why didn't you save me sooner? Why didn't you come when I called for you? Where were you when I lost my hope?" But I kept silent. It wasn't his fault, it was mine alone.

When we landed, as stupid as it sounds, I didn't want to let go. I had never been held like that by a boy before, and I have to admit that it was amazing. It was so…warm.

Realizing what I was just thinking, I quickly tried to leave his arms, only almost fall on my face. I shoved my hands into the pockets of Hook's coat, only to find a small, smooth object there. Peter offered to give me a tour after we ate, and honestly, I wouldn't want anything else now.

He turned his back and began to lead the way, and only then did I risk a look at the object. It was round, about the size of a small plumb and silver. Along the top there was an inscription reading Whisper where you wish to go and the lights will take you home. Before I could ponder it anymore, we reached the largest tree in the jungle. Before he could see I slipped the ball back into the pocket, and made a note in the back of my head to ponder it later.

The second we enter the tree, we were greeted by silence. Obviously as confused as I was, Peter walked up to the table and picked up a leaf. I peered over his shoulder and saw crude words scribbled into it.

"Gone fishing. Be back soon. –LB" I laughed silently for it looked just like what the lost boys would do. Peter found it just as funny as me, for he laughed out loud with that peculiar laugh of his and sat down.

I pulled out one of the chairs across from him and plopped down, my body tired from the past few days. Resting my head in my arms, I closed my eyes for only a moment, but in that moment Peter was able to make an entire meal, so when I opened my eyes again I saw what looked like salmon and carrots on a plate in front of my face.

Smiling, I took a small bite and burnt my tongue. Tsking at myself, I made sure I was more careful with the next bite. The fish was delicious; it seemed to melt in my mouth like butter.

"Oh Alice! Take off that stinky jacket so I can burn it!" I was torn from my food heaven to process what he meant. I looked down at myself and realized he meant Hook's fancy jacket, and I couldn't possible let him burn it!

"No way! It's a really nice jacket and I can't give it back if you burn it!" He seemed aghast at the idea of me seeing Hook again.

"But he's a pirate! And an adult! You can't trust him!" I just shook my head and flicked a carrot at his head.

"Peter, Captain Hook was a perfect Gentleman. He didn't do anything mean or malicious the time I was there!"
"But he took you! That's why you were gone when we came back."
"No. I left myself because it freaked me out to wake up alone in a strange place." He wanted to interrupt but shut his mouth with a clack when I finished.

"But…"

"No buts Peter. Hook helped me when I was hurt in the jungle and was concerned about-" for some reason I couldn't seem to form the words to mention my cuts, but thankfully he noticed without having me blubber like a dying fish.

"About your arms? If you say so, but I'm still going to warm you. He tried to feed me to an alligator. He tried to kill Wendy and the lost boys! He isn't always nice. He might just have taken a Fancy to you for-" He cut himself off, though what he was going top say I can only guess.

It dawned on me at that moment that Peter sounded older than he should have. He shouldn't sound so cautious and deep if he's a care-free sixteen year old flying boy. My musing were cut short when I started choking on a carrot slice and Peter needed to pound on my back to dislodge it.

This is it for now. I meant to cut it off a few paragraphs ago but I figured you deserved a bit more for putting up with my wonky update schedule. SO I need you guys to vote for me! Should I…

~Have Peter take Alice to meet the mermaids?

~Have Peter take Alice to meet the fairies?

~Have Alice use the orb?

~And where should she ask it to take her?

Just vote in you're reviews and the one with the best ideas to continue will win! As much as I wanted too, I couldn't fit any thing overly-angsty in this chapter, though it definitely will if she were to meet anyone *wink nudge depends on what you choose*

Hey! You guys should check out my profile! I re-wrote my Bio and I think everyone needs to see it and take it to heart. I've recently been going through a very, very dark point. My boyfriend has talked me through some of my breakdowns but this time I went to far and he told me that if I keep cutting and making myself throw up everyone will get sick of it and leave. I know he's right, and that he was probably just tired of my emotional bullshit at the time, but it still really hurt.

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