Authors Note: Well, the summery was supposed to be in the beginning of the first chapter, but it didn't show up for some reason. I'll fix that. Anyways, I'm happy to see 5 reviews on chapter one! - That makes me feel like a really great writer! YAY! This chapter has more action in it. Sorry if the first one was not as fun. Anyways, As I said before, it is clearly based from the 2003 Peter Pan movie. So if you haven't seen it, the quotes that are repeated may not be familiar. Let us make this a challenge now and have 5 more reviews before I post the next chapter, Aye? Thanks! REVIEW PLEASE!

:::--CHAPTER TWO--:::

(Hook's Return)

Wendy returned home from school the next evening. She went up to her room and picked up a charcoal pencil and paper. She walked over to the window, sat down, and began to draw. She drew her window with every beautiful detail. Then, little bye little, she began to draw a figure, standing in front of the window. She formed the figure, the clothes, hair and then the face. Every shadow and detail was added. In the end, there was the very boy that haunted her dreams every night. She even added his crooked smile. It burned her chest to look. Why did she bother to draw him? Because it was true what she had tried to deny- she did love him. Wendy loved him more than anything in the world. She would do anything to see him again.

She placed the paper and charcoal down on her desk and sat once more by the window, staring up at the sky and hoping.

"Oh, Peter. I guess my most feared dreams have come true- you truly have forgotten me." With that, Wendy felt herself about to cry once more. Then, she heard a knock on her door. She held her tears and swallowed her sorrows. "Come in."

In came eight young boys, all in their pajamas. Michael, John, Tootles, Curly, Slightly, Nibs, and the twins came in and looked up at Wendy. Slightly was the son of Wendy's Aunt Millicent. He come to the Darling house quite often to see the other boys and Wendy.

"Wendy, could you tell us a story?" Michael, the youngest of them all asked stepping foreword.

"Yes, Wendy! Tell us a story!" Slightly agreed. He walked over to the window and sat down in front of Wendy. The others fallowed.

A sweet smile sat upon Wendy's face at that very moment. It had been so long since she had told a story. If truth were told, she wasn't even sure that she could anymore.

"All right, all right. What would you all like to hear?" Wendy asked.

"Cinderella!" Tootles yelled.

"Beauty and the Beast!" the twins agreed.

Slightly stood up to get all their attention. "I think she should tell one of Peter Pan!"

Everyone started to cheer and sat down quietly, waiting for Wendy to begin. However, they did not know that the very boy in her stories was the boy that made her cry every night.

There was silence for a moment. John looked up at Wendy in wonder. Was she not going to tell the story? "Wendy? Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes. Sorry." She paused for a moment, and then began. "Once there was a boy who decided not to grow up. So, he ran away to Kensington Gardens, where he met a fairy named Tinker Bell....." As Wendy told the story, she began to feel lifted into the air, as if she were flying again. Her soul felt free again. Why was that when she told her stories, she felt lifted, but when she thought of him and only him, she felt heavy? "You see, because Captain Hook was evil, he was filled with unhappy thoughts and they brought him down. Thus, the beast swallowed him whole and the lost boys cheered. It was the end of misery in Neverland."

"And then they all flew home and grew up, right, Wendy?" Tootles asked.

"All except one, Tootles. All except one." Wendy sighed and then looked at the boys sitting in front of her. "Well run along, now. It is late and you all must be getting to bed."

"Goodnight, Wendy." They all said, walking out of the room and into the nursery where all their beds were waiting for them.

Wendy turned back to the window and stared up at the stars. In the corner of her eye, she saw a little bear lying alone on her carpet. She smiled and picked it up. Then, a face peered through a crack in the door.

"Come in, Michael." Wendy said.

Michael walked up to his elder sister and took the teddy bear from her hand. He did not leave, though. He simply looked up at her and sighed. "Why are you so unhappy, Wendy? I can hear you crying sometimes at night. Is it part of growing up?"

"Yes, Michael. It is very much a part of growing up."

With that, Michael kissed his sister goodnight and went to bed.

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Once again, Wendy lied asleep by the window. Dreams filled her hear that dark, rainy night. But Wendy was not alone that night at all. In the darkness of the night, a haunting figure watched over her from the rooftops. Wendy found herself shivering. Her eyes batted slightly before she opened them. Still a bit sleepy, she stood up from the window seat and walked to her bed. It was rather cold in the room, so she decided to close the window, just this once. But, when she was back at the window, a face peered back at her. Thinking it was Peter, she opened the window almost immediately.

"Hello, my beauty." Hook said, leaping into the room and grabbing Wendy's arm.

"Hook!" Wendy yelled surprised to see who it was.

"It seems that Peter has missed you greatly. So, I have decided to hand deliver you to him- after I cut his throat!" He clenched his teeth by the very thought of the boy. He had been trying to kill Peter Pan for years. It was an unending battle. This time, however, Hook had planned to use Wendy as bait.

Wendy tried to loosen his grip on her hand. Hook just tightened it.

"Smee! Take her aboard." Hook said, a wicked smile forming on his lips.

"Aye, aye, Captain." Smee grabbed the girl and took her onto the ship.

"PETER!" He voice seemed to echo through the night, waking each sleeping boy in the nursery.

"Wendy!" Slightly yelled, sitting up in his bed. He ran out of the nursery and into Wendy's room. The window was flung open, as usual, but a note was pinned to the inside of her door by a sword.

"Oh, no."