(A/n: Well that was fast. I'd like to thank 'grapejuice101' for some of the suggestions in the story. Read and Review.)

The next morning I awoke with my head on Peter's chest.I could feel Peter- who was very much awake- playing with my hair, he was running his fingers through the tangles. What would my parents think of their thirteen year old daughter waking up in bed beside an adolescent boy? As good as it felt, I cleared my throat, knowing the boys would be awake soon.

"Oh, I apologize Peter." I said as if I didn't notice Peter playing with my hair. I pulled my head off of his chest and sat up. I could see a pink tint to his cheeks, it made me think rather hard about what he told me last night; 'I think she wanted to know I loved her, but I do not love her.' I wondered what he meant by that. Maybe he loved me? No of course not, stop thinking like that Ellanora, you're just going to get your hopes up and then Peter will confess his love to Wendy.

"We should be getting down stairs, the boys should be up soon." I reminded him. He smiled and got off the bed, holding a hand out for me, he helped me up and wrapped his arms around my torso. In a burst of wind we flew down the hole leading to the small room below. To my utter surprise, all the boys and Wendy were awake and had breakfast on the table. It looked as though they were waiting for us. Wendy was seated at one end of the table, while Peter pulled a chair out for me on the left of the head chair.

I blushed and sat down, while Peter pushed my chair in for me and took his place at the head of the table. We all soon began to eat, the boys were rather rowdy. At one point I even had to scold one of the twins for standing on his chair.

"John." Wendy suddenly called. She repeated it again but louder. The whole table fell silent.

"Yes?" He asked giving her a startled look.

"What is your father's name?" That was an odd question, but come to think of it I was remembering less and less of my aunt and uncle.

"My father's name?" John repeated from his place next to Slightly. "Peter." I shook my head quickly, something very wrong was happening here. They all began cheering loudly, holding their cups out in honor of Peter. Wendy must of caught the look on my face.

"Micheal," Wendy asked turning to her right. "Who is your mother?" The other boys began to murmur something I couldn't quite catch.

"Ellanora is my mother, Wendy." I almost choked on the meat I was eating. Oh no, this was bad.

"And isn't she just first class?" Slightly asked the other boys while looking at me. The boys yelled in agreement. Peter got up from his seat and howled loudly causing everyone to become silent.

"There is a new pirate aboard the Jolly Rodger," Peter announced pulling two swords from their holders. "The mermaids say she is called 'Red Handed Jill'." I thought for a moment. The only person I could think of that could come up with a name such as that is... no, it can't be.

"Another adventure boys come on!" Slightly yelled getting up and running from the table, the other boys at tow. I had to bite my tong from calling after them.

"She sounds fearsome." One of the boys said gathering armor. I couldn't help but stare at Wendy as she smirked. Peter snorted.

"Fearsome?" Peter questioned. "She's just a story teller." Wendy's faced changed to anger.

"Just a story teller?" She said in out rage. Oh boy. "'Red Handed Jill may be a brave swordsmen." The boys began to laugh loudly.

"Brave or not," Peter yelled raising his sword. "I shall cut her threw." My eyes widened as the boys shouted in agreement. Oh no. Wendy got up from the table and drew a sword.

"Then ready yourself Peter Pan," Wendy stated through clenched teeth. "For I am Red Handed Jill."

Could have told you.

One part of my brain gloated. Peter was not happy, Nibs grabbed me from my chair and pushed me behind him. I mentally reminded myself to thank him later. I put my arms on his shoulders and stood on my tippy toes to look over his shoulders, blushing when I realized he never wore a shirt. He may have been my age and he was kind of cute... I hadn't spoken to him much, he was rather quiet.

"Wendy?" John asked, eyes wide.

"Tis true John," Wendy said. "Your sister has been invited to Piratecey." Peter slowly walked forward.

"But Wendy, Hook is a fiend and a bounder." Slightly said.

"On the contrary." Wendy disagreed. "I find Captain Hook to be a man of feeling." I believe Peter and I were the only ones who had caught on to that. A look of rage flashed across Peter's face as he raised his sword and swung at Wendy. Nibs grabbed one of my hands from his shoulders and held it tightly, silently warning me not to interfere. The boys and I watched in awe as Wendy attempted to hold Peter off, but alas he was too strong and in the end held his sword to her throat.

"Sir," Wendy said her face pointed toward the ceiling as Peter held an iron grip on the sword pointed at her throat. "You are both ungallant and deficient."

"How am I deficient?" Peter asked, his voice sounding deadly. It even scared me a little bit, I'd hate to know how it must have sounded from the end of his blade. Wendy shook her head, her face looked broken.

"You're just a boy." She whispered. Peter stared at her, his sword slowly lowering.

"Are you really to be a pirate, Wendy?" Little Micheal asked. Wendy thought for a moment.

"No." Peter smirked as if he had won.

"We're going home." My heart stopped. Did I want to go home to England where everyone judged me and I wasn't happy?The others gasped and began to protest loudly. Wendy brushed past Peter and went to stand in front of us. She knelt in front of Micheal.

"We must." She said. "We have forgotten our parents, we must leave at once. Before, we in turn have forgotten."

"I've forgotten my parents." John said like he had just come to this realization. "We must leave." The lost boys again began to protest, all turning to Peter to tell Wendy and her brothers different.

"If you wish it." He said slowly.

"If you wish it?" Slightly asked in outrage.

"If you wish it!" Peter shouted stomping his foot in a very child-like way. He flew over to me.

"Are you to leave as well?" I stared at the ground. Did I want to go? After all my only family was going. Peter took my silence as my answer and flew out of the tree his flying was the quickest and most angry I'd ever seen.

"Peter!" I shouted. I ran out of the tree house and into the woods, my ankle aching as I ran. I didn't care. How dare he leave without getting a direct answer? I fumed sitting on a large rock.

"Hello, pretty girl." A hand suddenly clamped over my hand to keep me from screaming. I clawed at the hand in fury.

"How sad Peter Pan would be if you were dead." Another voice said as the other man bound and gagged me as the other lifted me up. I tired to attack the man but the binds put on my arms and legs were very strong.

3rd Person POV

After Peter Pan cooled down he went back to his home. He was still angry.

How could Ella not answer me like that? He shouted in his head as he approached Wendy and the boys. He hadn't noticed Ella wasn't with them.

"I have arranged a fairy guide to lead you back." Peter said as he stared intently at the girl who betrayed him, the girl who was taking his Ella away.

"Peter," Said girl said standing up. "we've been talking, what if you came back with us?"

"Can we go Peter?" The boys begged him. A pain shot through Peter's heart, now she was taking his boys from him.

"If you wish it." He responded just like the last time. He hoped his boys would change their minds.

"Get your things." Wendy said happily. The boys howled in excitement and ran off to get their stood his ground watching sadly as his boys packed their things to leave him. Why did he bring her? None of this would have happened if he just brought Ellanora. Wendy walked over to him.

"You too Peter?" She asked. What a ridiculous question. He'd never leave Neverland to become a grownup.

"Would they send me to school?" He asked.

"Yes." Wendy responded.

"Then to an office?"

"I suppose so."

"Soon I should be a man." Wendy nodded her head sadly. He shook his head and backed quickly away from her.

"You can't catch me and make me a man!"

"Peter." Wendy said running to where he was. Peter leaned forward. At first Wendy thought he would kiss her but it didn't fit the situation.

"I want always to be a boy and have fun." Peter said in her ear.

"You say so but I think it is your biggest pretend." Wendy fired back before walking away from Peter.

Ella's POV

'Get off of me you filthy animals.' I wanted to shout but alas I was set on the deck and left there. Oh how I wish it were like the books, where I'd so happen to find a knife or a sharp object lying around but even so I'd have to fight all these pirates if I were to even get free. I watched as Captain Hook clad in red walked over to me. He leaned toward me and grabbed my chin.

"Ah, so this is her." He mused, his hook brushing my skin. "I must say, Pan has remarkable taste for a boy. She is quite lovely." I tried to squirm away from him but he held me painfully tighter.

"Don't worry little girl," Hook said. "You will soon be reunited by your little friends."

Hook pushed me back sending me to the floor as the other pirates laughed.

"Watch her Garrett." He yelled to a boy around seventeen with black hair and grey eyes, he was mopping up a red substance. I really didn't want to know what that was.

"Yes sir." Said 'Garrett' his voice being deeper than Hooks. Hook lead all of his men to land and once they were gone the boy dropped his mob and walked over to me. I hadn't a clue what this boy was capable of. He knelt down in front of me and pulled the gag out of my mouth.

"Get-!" I attempted to shout when a big, surprisingly came over my mouth.

"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, I didn't really know how much I could trust this boy. "Now, I'm going to let go of your hand and you will not scream, correct?" I nodded slowly. He released my mouth and placed his hand at my side.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine." I muttered.

"I'm Andy Garrett." Andy said smiling slightly.

"Ellanora." I murmured.

"Don't worry about your friends or Peter, Hook never wins, don't think this time will be any different." Andy explained.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked.

"I never wanted to be a pirate," He said. "But I was to old to be a lost boy and to pale to be an Indian."

"That's not fair." I said. My mind was else where, what if this time is different, what if Hook doesn't win?

"That's life." We sat there in silence for a while, until we heard the voices of Hook and his men.

"Sorry, Ella." Andy said quickly, putting the gag back in my mouth. Andy stood up and grabbed the mop, acting like he was mopping the whole time.

"Ah, Garrett." Hook called climbing aboard the ship. Several of his men were carrying children. "Was she much of a problem?"

"No," Andy responded. "Didn't even know she was there."

"Just put 'em here." Hook said waving his hook at me.

"Yes, Capin'." The men replied dropping the kids next to me.

We sat there for who knows how long. Who knew if Peter would even come? I believed he would, he had to. The weather turned dark and the pirates began to cheer. They shot fire works at the sky. Hook grabbed me by my arm and threw me against the steering wheel, ripping the gag out of my mouth. I could see the one of the others taking Wendy's off, he through her next to me in front of Hook.

"There's still room for a story." Hook told us, as he caressed Wendy's face, then my own.

"I'd rather die." I said jerking my face away from him. Hook was about to say something else when Smee, another pirate interrupted.

"Capin' look at the sky." He said. It began to cloud over even more. "And look at the water." Hook pushed Smee and ran over to the water. One of the other pirates tied Wendy and I to a pole. We could her Peter's heart breaking scream.

"Pan must be dead." I shook my head and screamed as did the others. He couldn't be dead. A single tear ran down my cheek. I felt fingers lace with mine. Wendy.

"I'm sorry." She said squeezing my hand.

"Me too." I muttered watching the sky. This was it, this was the end, we were going to die.

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