A/N: I know I said I won't be back 'til spring but what the hell. This chapter I find a golden beginning but a lousy ending, just because I think the situation could've been handled better. I'll meet you at the bottom of the page, see what you think.
Hook was sitting at his desk, filing paperwork, again. That's all seemed to be doing these days. To be perfectly honest, he'd rather be looking for Pan than sitting in the office. The problem was that hardly anyone has seen hide nor tail of him since the city was built and that unnerved Hook.
Just like his namesake, Pan could control the wilds that were Neverland. The island was still here, although dead looking; it meant that Pan was still alive somewhere.
"Sir?"
Hook looked up at the round Scottish man. Smee hadn't changed much; except he was wearing a suit but he still kept his beanie. As always, Smee was second in command or whatever title. In other words, he had the job nobody wanted; looking good and kissing baby heads, if there was any to anyway.
"What is it now, Smee?" Hook asked, rubbing his eyes in fatigue.
"A man was found dead behind a bar."
"So, what's new?"
Smee looked uncomfortable, "Well the stab wound is an upward motion from behind, like it was from a child." He slightly squeaked at the last remark and he expected Hook to go into a tantrum.
But this did not happen; instead Hook just stared at him, bored. This was nothing new; people die every day and more so on Neverland. With pirates rarely seeing any Lost Kids, they tend to fight each other for sport, with the occasional 'accidental' murder.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Yes, the clean-up crew was wondering if this could be Pan's work.
Hook's eyes flashed dangerously. He growled "It's not Pan, he would never stoop to such low levels. He prefers to fight face to face; stabbing people in the back is a coward's way and Pan is no coward."
Smee took this as his cue to leave, no sense in making Hook madder than he already was.
Wendy and Peter were taking the long way to the camp, in case any pirates followed them.
The silence was unbearable to Wendy, till she broke the silence.
"Why did you save me?" she asked.
Peter said nothing for a while. "I guess you remind me of someone I used to know."
"I remind you of her, don't I?"
He nodded, "I miss her."
Too bad she's long gone, Wendy thought. She must have said it out loud because Peter turned on her.
"How can you say that?! She can't be gone; it couldn't have been that long."
Wendy didn't know what to say as she watched Peter fall into despair. He seemed to change from his usual grey to a darker shade. Her eyes widened in realization that he didn't seem to, he was darker- the shade of grey on stone statues.
Panic started to bubble in Wendy, she didn't know Peter that well to bring him back to sanity. A hard slap echoed through the sewer tunnel and everything became uncomfortably quiet. Peter was stunned, a hand print shaped mark appearing on his cheek.
It took a moment for Wendy to realize what she'd done before she started rambling apologies.
Peter's hands flew over Wendy's mouth and silence once again, this time more uncomfortable. He took a deep breath before speaking. "It's okay, I over reacted; you did what you thought was right." Another breath, "She's gone nothing anyone can do about it now. Hey Wendy?"
"Yes?"
"Can you promise me that you'll stay in Neverland?"
Here Wendy paused; this was a difficult decision to make and what of her mother? What would she think if Wendy stayed in Neverland?
Peter took her silence as a no and slumped off, with Wendy following behind.
A/N: See what I mean, what do you think Wendy could've done instead of slapping him? Review your answer!
