A/N: Sorry for the wait. School has been hectic. Have I mentioned before how much I hate junior year of high school? Well, anyways, I hope you like the chapter. Please remember to review. It actually pushes me to write faster. No, seriously, it does.

"Pan, you must stop and tell me what the bloody Hell is going on." Trying very hard to remain calm, I stand firmly on the ground while staring coldly at Pan's back. But, he just keeps walking. "Pan, I ran out of my patience, and now, you are just testing my temper. If this family situation with your son being the Dark One involves me, you have to tell me." He stops and slowly turns. For a minute, he just holds my gaze and then, looks away with solemn eyes.

Barely a whisper, he says, "You left me all alone." His head pointed towards the ground shrouds his glistening eyes.

"What?" I stand puzzled, looking at the sad boy. "Peter, when did I leave you all alone?"

"When you died." All of the white noise disappears, and we are left standing quietly as the news hits me like five sacks of potatoes from the village market.

Hook's POV

I can't breathe as another kick to my stomach leaves me gasping. They just won't stop, no matter how much I plead. And, mind you, a pirate never pleads to anyone, least of all to adolescent boys. Abruptly, the kicking and punching stops as a loud "Enough!" resounds through the camp. The owner of the voice crouches down to me and holds my face tightly. "Learned your lesson pirate?" It is the blonde boy from earlier.

I spit blood at his feet. "Pirates don't get taught lessons," I reply with a bloody smirk. The boy's eyes flash with anger, but it quickly dissipates when he seems to get locked into a trance. All of the boys are in the trance, as if they are searching for something. Then, the stories of Pan's infamous pipe spring up in my head. Why would Pan be calling his Lost Boys? His only goal was to get...Violet.

Clutching my painful stomach, I stand slowly, wincing the entire time. I limp out of the camp, determined the get away as fast as possible. There is no way I can help Violet in such a horrible state.

Normal POV

Did I fall unconscious? That would seem like the most logical answer as to why I suddenly appeared in a heavily lit...room? On the contrary, the place I lie is a rock, Skull Rock to be specific. But, why would Pan bring me here? As I stand slowly, my head receives a massive migraine. Clutching my head, I look around the mini island with curiosity. Mainly, the giant hourglass filled with golden sand amazes me. Half-way done? I wonder what time Pan could be calculating. Suddenly, the memories of what happened before my unconsciousness come back to me. When I died? What does that mean? Life was so much simpler back in the village.

"I see you're awake now." I turn around fast to see Pan, still holding the same solemn gaze.

"What did you mean by my death? I am very much alive, as you can see." He looks at the ground, contemplating what to say.

"You have been resurrected."

"Why can't I remember anything from my previous life?"

"But, you do remember. Through your dreams." My dreams? Then, it hits me.

"Father, where exactly are we going?" A rich looking man with a big curly mustache and brown hair slicked back with gel looks at me and smiles.

"We are going to an island paradise. Some sailors were stranded on the island for sometime, until they built a raft and came back with stories of exotic plants and native people. After that, the British government has been slowly creating villas there for vacationers to stay at."

"Oh, father, that seems wonderful." Then, we heard laughter from the lower deck of the ship. Some boys in tattered clothes were running around with a lady's umbrella quite inappropriately.

"Orphans. Why are they even let on this ship?" Suddenly, one of the orphans glances up and smiles. His hazel eyes shined with mischief, but his smile showed immense kindness. Then, I smiled back at the boy.

Three days later

"Peter, tell me more about the how you and the boys pranked Ms. Prattier!" The boy who had smiled at me looks at me and smiles the same way and goes on about how the first orphanage manager he had met had quit because one of his nasty pranks. The stories made me laugh and crave for a life outside of the normal upper class agenda. As we talked, we didn't notice my father walking up to us. A pull on my sleeve had me standing up from the bench with a gasp. I stare at my father in fear as he looks at Peter with a death glare.

"Did I not warn you to not hang out with those disgusting orphans?!" Father bellows.

"Father please! Don't do anything to Peter! He did nothing wrong." Father grabs Peter by the collar, who stares back at defiance.

"I bet he doesn't even have a last name." Which Peter didn't. But, sitting by the kitchen, the first word that came to my mind was:

"Pan! His last name is Pan. His name is Peter Pan."

A week later

"We are finally here!" Father is oh so gleeful whereas I just want to leave. Father forbade my interaction with Peter Pan, unbeknownst to him that Peter and I had been meeting after curfew to see each other. After a couple of more days, my love grew for him. Ever since, we had been inseparable, sharing kisses after dark and laughing about the secrecy. However, daylight made me angry because I couldn't be with Peter.

Peter and I hold each other's stares as he comes off of the ramp. Our plan after dusk today is to run away from the villas onto the departing ship leaving this evening. We smirked at each other and went our separate ways.

A month later

Peter and I found ourselves in quite the tangle in London, until someone offered us supposedly magic beans. I laughed at the notion and threw them aside. Suddenly, a roaring sound emanated from the ground, and I saw a large pool of shimmery dust on the ground. Peter and I looked at each other, clasped each other's hand and jumped into the portal, with the wish of a magical world. And that's how we find ourselves now in the Enchanted Forest, living in a small cottage in a nice village. Peter and I have gotten more intimate now. It's almost as if I'm in a fairytale!

A year later

Ah, the bump is finally showing. Three months pregnant, and Peter just keeps getting happier and happier. He'll make such a great father, I know it.

6 months later

Pain, immense pain. I know there is supposed to be pain in pregnancy, but I feel like I'm dying. Peter is as white as a sheet, from what I can tell from my half-lidded eyes. A strong wailing sound makes me aware that it's done, and I feel so tired... The last thing I hear is a man sobbing.

"Peter, you can't honestly be blaming...our son for...my death?" Peter takes a deep breath and looks up at me.

"It was his fault. We had everything! Then, his birth destroyed us!" He chokes on a sob, very uncharacteristic of Pan. Then, something puzzles me.

"Peter, how are you still young?" He, then, has a vicious look in his eyes. "Peter, what did you do?"

"I traded our son for youth and leadership on this island."