A/N and warnings: So, my lovely fanfic hast been born. Fear it or love it. It is a M/M between Hook and Peter Pan, no worries as you will read the boy is no longer a boy. I don't claim to own any of the characters and am not making a prophet on the stories. The first two parts are prologues of sorts, and at times I will switch POV's and mark so when it happens. Enjoy and read on!

Undone

Captain's Loss

I never thought I would miss the boy. I never truly hated him, on the contrary, I was rather fond of the lad. That's the reason I played villain to his hero. It was rather simple, I was the pirate, the enemy and he was Peter Pan, the hero of Neverland. I was supposed to hate him, I was the bad guy, the blood thirsty pirate. I never hated him, that's why I played this part in his never ending tale. I never did it because I wanted to, I did it because he wanted a villain to beat. That's how it was supposed to be, the never aging Pan against Captain James Hook.

Now the boy is gone with Wendy back to London. He will grow up and forget about his adventures and me. The forests are now dead. The sea is frozen over and the mermaids are dead. The faeries are gone as well. I am alone in this cold skeleton of the once wonderful Neverland. Warmth and cheer left when he did.

I wonder how the boy is, or if he even is a boy anymore. Maybe he's grown up, married that Wendy girl and has kids. Maybe one day one of his boys will come to Neverland and give it, give me life. I will once more be the villain to someone's hero.

When Pan left he took my only purpose with him. I am lost now, wandering this skeleton looking for my Peter Pan. If I could, I would go to London and get the boy back myself. I would make him understand what he meant to this place, to me. If I could, I would show him that I did it all for him. Everything was for him and he never knew, that is a true sin. Now he is gone and I never thought I would miss him this much.

Never Memories

Every night the dreams the same. I always end up waking in a cold sweat, the strangely familiar face still burned into my mind. I have always felt like I was missing something, like a part of myself I gave up for her. I can't remember what it was I gave up, but I know, whatever it was, it was important. Wendy and I were engaged at one time, but she left. She said I wasn't the boy she had fallen for. I can still hear the almost lovingly taunting voice of the strange man in my dreams. At times I feel I should hate him, whoever he is. I know he exists and holds the key to my past. The past that I can't even remember. It's there still like and itch in the back of my mind. Maybe I should let my past lay dormant. Maybe I shouldn't find out about a childhood I can't recall and the man I'm not sure even exists.

I know, at one time my life was carefree and happy. Now I can barely live day by day on the measly income from a wretched job.

I can still hear his laughter when he thinks he won. I wish I could remember, I wish I could meet the man with blue eyes and black hair. The man who smelt of the sea and had the voice of a demon. I know he holds the key to my past. I know if I can find him he can help me remember what I lost for the girl who betrayed me.

My only goal now is to find the man with the hook for a hand. The one who, though I'm not sure exists, I miss. Without him, for some reason, I feel hollow.

Chapter One: Wandering Skeletons

I had strayed, rather unintentionally, to the place where he lived with those Lost Boys. The place was empty and bitter. There was a chill in the air as I looked around the forsaken home of Peter Pan. It hurts without him here. I still expected him to appear and mock me. I waited and no Pan showed. I shivered from the cold and looked around for something to warm myself. After escaping from the crocodile my clothes were not left in pleasant conditions. I did find new ones, but I missed my pirate outfit, it was something to remember the boy by. There was an old blanket, covered in dead leaves and a layer of dust. I picked it up, carefully, fearful that it might crumble under my touch. I wonder if the boy slept on this, or used it as a cover. I look down at the odd bed and gasped. There, laying among the debris is that annoying fairy that buzzed around Pan. I poked her side gently, but she didn't move. How would the boy feel if he found out he had killed his friend?

I had found a place to rest amongst the fallen leaves and abandoned things. I had yet to fall asleep. All I found myself doing was staring at that fairy. Maybe if I believed in her and clapped my hands she would come back to life, though I highly doubted that. I shrugged and pushed the old blanket from my shoulders. The claps were almost too load in such a quiet place. The tiny corpse remained motionless so I clapped again, louder this time. I didn't know how this worked, all I knew was that clapping was involved at some point. I tired again, whispering my belief in the tiny being. The little wings shifted and I stood up, making my frozen bones protest.

" Fairy! Are you alive?" The green clothed fairy rolled over, making strange noises. " Wake up!" I shouted, poking her softly. He eyes opened and went from tiny slits to scarily large orbs. " Fairy?"

" Hook!?" she screeched! She fluttered back, still too weak to fly. " Why are you alive!?"

" I could ask you the same thing." I retorted coldly to the little creature. She glared up at me and looked around. " It's is because of me you're alive."

" Where's Peter!?" she asked, fluttering about.

I watched her flutter around my head and sighed. " He's gone."

She stopped and stared. " Gone? Where?"

" He went with the Wendy girl to London." The fairy collapses onto my shoulder. " I'm going to get him back."

She leapt up and gaped. " You are!?" I nodded, receiving a happy squeak.

" I'll help you!" she said happily. I gave her a soft smile and tried to remember her name.

" What is your name again?"

She scoffed. " Tinker Bell." Of course! The boy called her Tink if I'm not mistaken. God, that seems so long ago.

" The boy called you Tink?" She nodded. " Alright, how do we go about getting him back?"

She wilted and shrugged. " I don't know." She said, eyeing me. " Why are you trying to get him back?"

I shrugged and ran the fingers of my good hand along the cold hook. " Look at this place fairy. It's dead without the boy. I.we need him."

Tink gave me a look that bordered on shock. " How and why are you alive?"

" I wish I knew, and I wish I wasn't. It's been so lonely without the boy here. I miss him and I'm glad I found someone to talk to."

Tinker Bell stared at me, amazed. " I never thought you could be so civil. You were always just."

" The villain." I muttered.

She nodded and gave me a sympathetic look. " You're so much different when Peter isn't here."

I lifted Tink up to my face and sighed. " I assure you, if we get Pan back I will be much, much different." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. " I.I care about him."

She made a strange noise in the back of her throat and gave me an odd look. " I like you much better like this, you're nice. Why were you never nice before?"

" Pan wanted a villain so I became on for him." I sighed. " Without him I don't know who I am."

" I do! You are Captain James Hook, future savior of Neverland. Now let's get ourselves to London and save Peter!" I smiled at the girl's enthusiasm. I like her much more than I thought possible.