it's been some time, but I finally have more written for you all. If I could I'd reply personally to you guys to thank you all but I'm not exactly sure how to do that. But I appreciate each and everyone of your comments and sweet remarks! Ima start putting up names of those who comment sweetly so you know I care and appreciate each and every one of you lovely people. Side note real quick, I was wondering if any one was interested in editing and proof reading the story like a beta (I think that's what it's called not sure?) that way I can continue writing and someone can check me grammatically and such. But any way with out further ado we continue our story :)

He rushed out the door and into the woods as quickly as he could, he knew how to control the forest around him. He only feared for her safety, his nightmares were coming true. It was all his fault. He could feel the vines reach out for him tasting his fear and distress, they wanted him. His worry for her put him in danger in his own home, the forest was merciless in it's pickings for prey. He felt the thorns rip into his skin and leave hot burning pain on his flesh, yet he was persistent.

"Wendy!" He yelled out for her dodging what branches and roots he could. He faintly heard her call out his name before she screamed. He pushed himself to go faster and to ignore the pain to reach her. He heard nothing, and it terrified him, the silence felt deafening and it crushed him emotionally. He had subconsciously let Neverland take him prisoner. A vine wrapped up his arm and pulled him towards a tree, smacking his head against the trunk in the progress. He tried fighting it off but his worry for Wendy blinded him from his own safety. His other arm was pulled back by another vine and he was tugged against the tree once more. They jointly wrapped around his upper body and worked to keep him trapped against the tree.

He couldn't make sense of the golden glow of a light speeding it's way toward him. He heard yelling and shouts for both him and Wendy. The tinkling of a bell gave his position away and the twins separated from Curly and Tootles to go after Wendy. Curly ripped the vines away from Peter's chest as Tootles worked on his arms. Their combined effort and lack of fear of their home weakened the plant significantly and Peter slouched to the base of the trunk in defeat.

"I lost her, I left her behind and I lost her. I lost her and my magic." He remained silent afterwards. He hated himself for getting so angry at her and leaving her so vulnerable in this dangerous place.

"Tootles!" The twins came bounding back out of breath. Their hair disheveled and their breathing labored as they explained what happened.

"Someone has her, the vines and trunks are destroyed over their like she was freed from it by someone." Logan put his head down trying to regain his breath to continue speaking.

"She's gone, at least the forest doesn't have her." Whoever had her, she was in better hands than being left behind in the forest alone. The twins went and lifted Peter up under his arms and slowly dragged him back to the treehouse.

"We'll find her Peter. We'll find her." They sat him down on the bed furthest from the window. He wasn't allowed to look outside. They feared he'd go running back out to find her. Which they desperately wanted to do themselves, who could have taken her? Logan paced the floor and pausing to make a suggestion but stopping to rethink his proposal.

"I can't use my magic." His hands went from clutching his hair to slumping in defeat across his knees.

"If I hadn't I could, I could have helped her. I don't know why it isn't working." He let out a deep sigh of frustration.

"I think I may have an idea." Tootles leapt up to his bunk and pulled out a book.

"Wendy taught me history, so I decided to learn on my own. She made it fun." He had a book written by the Indian tribe that lived across the lagoon. They recorded the information and wrote it for future generations. Tootles had found one and read up on it intently, it had both the islands history as well as theirs and the tribe's superstitions.

"You didn't lose it Peter. It's been shocked out of your system. By what I don't know. It's not gone but you can't use it."

"Well why not?" He had grown angry with his half explanation.

"Because you did something before she disappeared that shocked the magic out of your system temporarily. What did you do?" Their tempers had grown exponentially with each other.

"She, she kissed me." Tootles stared at him bewildered. The high and mighty Peter Pan had lost his magic because her love shocked it out of him. Love.

"Love, love shocked it out of your system. You can't use your magic because you've experienced something so new and 'magical' itself that it took yours away." Tootles threw the book on the bed and walked to sit in front of Peter.

"You can't deny it any longer Peter. Love isn't just for adults. We love Wendy like she's our sister. You love her, and it's new to you. So it took the place of your magic, well for the time being." Curly stood and made his way outside, he was going to find her. That was it.

She opened her eyes and blinked rapidly trying to fix her blurry and disoriented vision. The light was too bright for her.

"So, you're awake." She bolted up to a sitting position and scrambled to the closest wall.

"Calm down girl. I mean no harm." She looked towards the sound of the deep masculine and gravelly voice that swept gracefully around the room. He was tall, everyone was compared to her but that was beside the point. He had a bit of rough aftershadow growing on his face. His chiseled chin and defined cheek bones gave the appearance of both gentleness and firmness. He was handsome and his brown eyes kept Wendy captivated.

"Who are you?" She glanced around the room and observed as much as she could in the small time she had before he spoke back up.

"I'm Hook. Captain James Hook." He looked out the window behind her and then looked back at her. She was small, what that stupid Pan ever saw in her wasn't hard to find but was also completely hard to dig for. She was frail and from what he's heard about her from Smee's and Phoenix's spying she was already completely grown up for her age even if she resisted the thought. Maybe she would do Peter Pan in for good.

"Hook. You're Captain Hook? Peter's daring enemy?" He smiled at her and brought his arm up to show her the hook resting on his wrist.

"Indeed. Now why would a girl with a bright future be here in Neverland, and with a boy like Peter Pan?" Wendy paused and thought to herself. Why was she here? Because she didn't want to grow up? Or because of Peter?

"I, I don't know. What do you want with me?"

"To help me free Peter of course, and to get you home." It had become a naturally talent of his to lie through his pearly white teeth.

"I can't help you, I won't let you harm Peter." Hook smiled at her and took a step toward her.

"But I can and I will. You will help me whether you like it or not little girl." She glared at the pirate and moved to get off the bed. He blocked her way. While she wasn't the happiest person with Peter she still didn't want to hurt him. She pushed herself against the wall and quietly waited for him to leave the room. She needed to find a way out of this ship and back to the boys. She jumped up off the bed when he had closed the door behind him, his boots thumping ungraciously up the stairs and away from her prison. She ran to the window and tried to throw it open to find it locked and bolted. Clever pirate.

She ran to the door and slowly and quietly tried moving the door handle but found that locked just as well. Oh my God, he's going to kill me, she thought. She readjusted her dress and quickly tried to come up with a plan to get her safely out of the ship and back to the boys. It felt like an entire day had passed while she waited for the pirate to return to her prison, which it wasn't really a prison. Just in her head it was a prison, it was a cell despite the big window and surprisingly crisp white furnishings. She heard the boots descend before she saw him open the door, Hook came strutting in followed by a man she vaguely recognized. She let out a gasp before covering her mouth.

"Mr. Scottfield!?" The man looked up and his eyes bulged out at the girl standing before him and his Captain. Wendy Darling from his art class, this was the girl that captured Peter's attention. The one he had to keep an eye out for along with that damned pixie sprite that caused trouble. He didn't think Pan had the guts to bring the girl to such a dangerous land and around such conniving and dangerous pirates.

"So, you two know each other. Good. Smee take her to the deck, if Peter wants to save her he'll have to surrender to me." Hook smiled and grabbed the girls arm before shoving her roughly towards Smee. She had to act quick and put this plan in motion.

"Wait! I'll help you, just don't kill me." She gasped for breath and tears sprung up in her eyes, drama class has finally paid off she smiled internally to herself.

"What are you willing to do girl?" He studied the girl who lay at their feet crying into her hands in fear.

"I'll help you destroy Peter just don't kill me please!" Hook stepped around the girl and pushed Smee out of the room, he closed the door behind him.

"We start at sundown girl." He called through the door, she stuck her tongue out at him, not that he could see it anyway. She wiped the tears from her face and searched the room for anything she could use. Thats when she spotted the small golden light outside her window.

Tink had been watching the entire thing, Wendy's plead to live while giving up Peter in the process. Tink had believed her for a good minute before she saw how Wendy acted when that dastardly pirate left with his bumbling idiot of a mate. She watched as Wendy searched the room and come across a dagger; she quickly hid it in her dress. She continued searching until she caught sight of Tink. She quickly raced over to the window trying to unlock it but was met with failure. She mouthed to Tink in fear of being too loud.

She could faintly hear the tinkling of bells and smiled when she could finally understand Tink.

"Don't worry Wendy, we'll get you out. Trust me, the boys will get you out." Wendy nodded with her ear still pressed against the window. Tink raced off back to the boys to tell them she had found Wendy.

"Hook has her!" Tink came rushing into the tree house startling a stressed Peter and a pacing Tootles. The twins had gone to find Curly. Peter launched to his feet and headed toward the door but was stopped as Tootles stepped in front of him.

"Think logically, if you go running up to that ship, because you can't fly at the moment, we'll all be screwed." He stared down at Tootles, his mind was running a thousand thoughts per second.

"We have to get her." Tootles nodded and slowly let his arm fall to his side ready to thrust it out again if Peter decided to irrationally leave.

"We will, I promise. We have to think this through. She isn't another Lost Boy, she could get hurt, worse, killed if we don't plan this out." Peter put his head in his hands and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair.

"Pixie dust, I can use the pixie dust." He had ripped the chain from around his neck off and went to open the pouch. Tootles' hand shot out and kept the pouch sealed.

"That's all you have left." He warned, Peter gave him a hard look.

"We need to save her." The chime of a bell brought their attention to the fairy on the window sill.

"She's ok, she can take care of herself. We just need to be there if it backfires." Her hands rested on her hips as she watched the boys faces contort in confusion.

"She's got Hook believing she'll turn you in for a dime. What he doesn't know is she's got something planned herself. We need to be there in case he figures her out, we have until sundown to get into our places." From there Tink devised a plan neither boy could argue with, now they just needed to wait for the right time.

Wendy had searched the room countless times and still ended up with the same results. Nothing. She lay back on the bed frustrated with her situation. If she hadn't pissed Peter off, or yelled at him, she'd be sitting in the tree house happy. She heard the clunk of boots and groaned in irritation while rubbing her eyes. Hook was back.

"I've been thinking love, and I don't believe you. From what I've heard from the Indian tribe and Smee you're quite dedicated to Pan. If you're so dedicated to that menace then why would you turn him over? Doesn't make a lot of sense does it?" He stood leaning against the doorframe, his hand tucked into his pocket as his hook stayed close to his body placed just across his chest. The hook waved in the air every so often when he spoke as if to emphasize his point.

"Don't kill me please, I promise whatever you want to know about Peter I'll tell you." He gave a quick chuckle at her reaction and shook his head. He walked closer to her and she backed up in fear and hesitation. She didn't know what this man was capable of. He grabbed her arm with his hook keeping it trapped in his grasp. He pulled her towards him and his free hand went to her bare thigh, she squirmed and tried to free herself of his grasp.

"Why would I do that love? You're too pretty." She shoved on his chest and he stayed still. His hand went higher on her thigh and she began to pound her hands into his chest and he quickly dragged the dagger out of her hiding place, it scraped across her skin painfully. She groaned in pain and pushed him away, this time he moved and left a large gap between them. She felt the heat of the cut and moved to see the shirt she had stolen from Peter slowly dotting with blood. Her blood. She scowled at him and moved to the bed and ripped the cotton and used it to try and stop the bleeding.

"Do you know how many doubloons I spent on that? More than your life is worth." He pointed his hook irritatingly at her and scratched his head in frustration.

"Do you know how much blood I could lose? More than what your cloth is worth in any world." She scowled at him as she stood across from him waiting for his next move. He had found the dagger, she was royally screwed. Well, let's hope Peter has a better plan, she thought to herself. Hook grabbed her arm again and pushed her out the door as she quietly complied, to be honest she was out of ideas. What was she going to do with the dagger anyway? She could never harm anyone. The ship swayed under her feet and she stumbled to keep her footing. Hook shoved his cold hook into her back every so often when she slowed down. She knew when they were close to the deck, the crisp smell of the water hit her senses full on. The wind whipped at the shirt dress she wore and her hair flew out behind her.

Smee grabbed her arms and tied her wrists behind her and lead her to the long piece of wood hanging dangerously off the edge of the ship.

"Aren't you clever, a pirate with a plank." She sighed in irritation and stepped up on the bending wood. She would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid of the thin wood snapping under her weight. She took a deep breath and stepped to the edge. Peter pressed up against the edge of the boat and watched as Wendy stepped up to the end of the board. He could see a deep brown spot on the bottom of the shirt she wore and a red soaked bandage on her upper thigh. His blood boiled at the sight of her injured, the rest of her legs had bright red scars that looked agitated by whatever she's been doing cooked up in that boat.

"Step off the plank or I'll make you love." She held her chin up high and stayed in her spot unmoving and at this point uncaring. She felt the tip of the sword press into her back and push her off balance and off the board. Peter rushed to her with the last of the pixie dust he had running through his system. He caught her before she hit the water and flew off with her towards shore. She had her eyes closed when she was falling until she felt arms catch her. Her eyes sprung open to see Peter, his eyes glazed over in determination and focus. She couldn't help the sigh of relief that left her aching lungs. She rested her head on his dshoulder as they made their way back to shore. He placed her on the grass next to an awaiting Tink, kissed her cheek and he took off again towards the ship. She scrambled to get up and go after him but Tink held her back. She had taken her real world form and held Wendy around the waist keeping her from running off.

"Let Peter and the boys handle it Wendy." Wendy thrashed in her arms trying to get free until her legs gave out in exhaustion. Both girls sat hugging each other awaiting the boys return.