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The chains were cold and tight against her wrists, Jennifer yanked against her restraints and screamed for help, but none came.

She was captive underneath the Jolly Roger, in a tiny room, sitting on a small cot and chains were attached to the wall. Jennifer tried to hardest to escape but there was no use.

The only door opened and a woman stepped into the room, bending down to fit through the doorway. The child gaped, this was the first time ever seeing a woman in Neverland. She wore a old bright blue dress that went to her knees, a white bandanna tying her long hair back.

The woman set the plate of food to where Jennifer can reach it and the girl pleaded, "Please, let me out."

The woman's eyes grew unreadable as she got behind her and played with her hair, "Do not fear my sweet child, you have a strong heart and mind." The woman began braiding Jennifer's long hair and brushed her fingers across her face, the child's azure eyes widened as the woman pulled out a dagger and drew it across Jennifer's neck, "Shh, no screaming..."

Before anything else could happen, a voice said calmly, "No, no, darling. You mustn't hurt our guest. Do go start the cooking."

The woman's face slackened as if she was hypnotized and walked out.

Captain Hook watched her leave and turned back to the girl, "How is our guest?" Jennifer spat at his feet and he grinned, "Just like your Father." Hook turned away and she ate, after a while, the door opened again.

This time, a boy about her age entered, she was at first suspicious of him then intrigued.

He dressed in regular pants and a loose shirt, he had short black hair and very dark brown eyes. The boy met her eyes then looked down, the Captain appeared beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder proudly, "Miss Pan, I would like to introduce you too my son, Oliver. This is our guest, Oliver. As you were, boy."

The sinister man left and the boy known as Oliver began sweeping the room and took her empty plate, not making eye contact with her as she continued watching him. He reached into his pocket and handed her an extra piece of bread, "Here. Just don't say where you got it from."

Confused, she watched him leave and began thinking that everyone here wasn't absolutely mad.

In the morning, Jennifer was hauled up on deck, with her wrists tied together. The crew was busy at work and at the corner of her eye, she saw the boy Oliver and the woman standing nearby; watching her.

Captain Hook walked over to her, twisting his hook, "I am terribly in woe of this, my dear, but I am afraid that I cannot keep you alive, you are too much of a bother and you must be taken out of the picture." He raised his hook to strike and she screamed, heart pounding against her throat.

Suddenly, someone flew out from the sky and kicked Hook across the face. The stranger landed firmly on the ship and a twinkling light floated beside him.

Adult Peter Pan gritted his teeth as he growled, "Don't you ever, ever touch my daughter, you old codfish!"

Hook looked at him bemused, "Who are you?"

"Who do you think, codfish?"

"It can't be!"

Peter stole a sword and lunged at him, Hook blocked it easily still looking dazed. Peter heard his daughter shriek as a woman took her up and pointed a dagger at her neck, ready to kill her. Flying over, he knocked her away from his daughter as she escaped the ropes. The strange woman stared at Peter blankly. Then threw herself forward with a sword.

In the middle of this soon to be fight-to-the-death, Peter concentrated on long russt curls tied back by the bandanna, familiarly sharp eyes too dark to be read, and on her left hand. . .a missing pinky finger.

Wendy?

She let out an terrible cry and lunged, swiping the blade accurately for his vital organs. He leapt away at the last second to yell, "Wendy stop this! It's me!"

Eyes remained emotionless to his pleads as she again tried to kill him. Peter didn't know what to do. He couldn't let her kill him but he couldn't harm his wife. She fought purely on instinct, a deadly fashion he couldn't have imagined the woman he loved possessing. He dodged another attack, this time on the account of gravity, she landed headfirst onto the deck.

Peter dropped down beside her, abandoning his weapon, from the ground she glanced up at him unblinking. Whispering softly, he scooped her against his chest, "Wendy?" Robotically, she continued staring ahead over the top of his head.

He swallowed hard to place his lips over her dry mouth, hoping to make her remember.

An electrical jolt ran through both of them, painless and warm. Somewhere in this bliss he was experinecing, he felt her press back with her entire being. Around them grew a bright light and it engulfed them to threw everyone else on the ship back. Jennifer felt someone cover her protectively and squinted as the light grew and disappeared in a second. Instead of two adults; there lying in the arms of an untidy-haired boy covered in skeleton leaves was a quite stunned bright blue-eyed girl in a long nightgown.

They pulled away to gawk, Hook shouted in the background, "GET THEM!"

A gunshot fired. The now younger Peter Pan flew up, snatching Wendy's hand. He swooped down and took Jennifer as well, flying away safely into the deep grove of Neverland.

They flew over the trees and landed at the tree where Slighty and Smee was inside. Jennifer gasped, "Are you really...Is this...Can this...?"

Wendy and Peter gave each other glances and the once-Darling said softly, "It's true. Every story we told you about Neverland was true." The girl shook her head and Wendy asked her, "Where's your brother?"

Jennifer blinked back tears, "He's inside, we were being guided back here and pirates attacked...they were too quick. Mr. Smee said that Hook's poison was-" Her mother's brilliant blue eyes widened and she ran into the tree, racing up the many spiraling stairs.

They followed her and Wendy knelt beside her unconscious son, weeping.

Peter took Jennifer by the shoulders and whispered, "Come, let's leave your Mother alone."

He led her out and she sniffed, "It's my fault...if I hadn't followed the fairy out of the nursery, this would have never happened." Peter smiled at her, giving her one of his leaves to wipe her eyes, "Jen, don't blame yourself."

She murmured, "I'm such a damn fool, for thinking that I could ever be brave or strong."

Her father looked into her beautiful eyes with his own stunning ones, "You're wrong. You are very brave, and very strong. I bet if you had the chance, you could have kicked that ole codfish's butt." She humored him with a snort of laughter and his memory flashed back to when his little girl was born.

Wendy had been in labor for several hours and his anxiety had grown as every second passed. When he heard her raw screams, pain enflamed his system. It started around his stomach and grew, it was like something was being ripped from him. When John and Micheal noticed him pressed against the wall, holding back agonized screams, they got him to a doctor and he said it was sympathy pains. When they left him, he was exhausted and couldn't get up without passing out cold on the floor. No one knew what it had been, and he assumed that he and his daughter had a special connection somehow.

Peter sighed, he made her go to sleep in a cot and waited in another room for his Wendy to leave their son's resting room.

When she finally did, her eyes were bright red and tired. He slipped his arms around her little frame, hugging her, "Are you alright Wendy?" She shook her head, voice cracking, "He's so young Peter...he's going to die."

The boy tilted her face around, "No, he'll be fine. We're going to save him and get this curse off us. In the morning, we'll go to the mermaids and find out what to do. Ok?" Wendy nodded and kissed him, one kiss grew to another, Peter sat her down on the fur bed to kiss her forehead, "I promise everything will be ok."

She yawned softly and snuggled against his body, falling asleep in his arms for the first time in a long time.