(This is my second fanfic, and it's probably just as bad as the first one. None-the-less I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short and the plotline is weak, so I apologise for that. Try and enjoy anyway.

I do not own any of the characters; they belong to JM Barrie and his wonderful imagination. Oh, and Great Ormond Street Hospital I think. Anyway, the characters aren't mine, but the plotline is, unfortunately.)

Chapter 2

"Put her in my cabin." Hook ordered as his shiny black boots landed loudly onto the wooden deck. The pirates holding Wendy nodded and pulled her towards Captain James Hook's cabin. She struggled and screamed and tried to escape to no avail. She tried dragging her heels across the deck, but that just hurt her feet because she wasn't wearing shoes. Once the pirates opened the door they threw her unceremoniously inside. She landed hard and let out a yelp of pain. The pirates laughed at her, before shutting the door and locking it.

Wendy rolled over onto her side and pulled the bag off her head. She was in someone's cabin, she knew that much, but who's cabin she didn't know. There was little light, but from what light she had, she could make out a large comfortable looking bed, an equally comfortable looking armchair, a desk with an array of items on it, and a large bookcase. A bookcase! Wendy stood up and walked over to it, pleased she hadn't been physically harmed in anyway. She hoped her luck would last. Susannah shook the thought out of her head, no point in worrying about her fate. Instead, she decided to do her favourite thing in the world; read. She ran her hand along the spines of the books as the read the titles. There was such a wide range of fantastic books. Most of them were 'classics'. There weren't any modern books; these were all pre-20th century literature pieces. Susannah smiled to herself as she reached one her favourite books. She took it in her hands, running her hand across the front cover. This book has been well read, she smiled to herself. At least her kidnappers were intelligent, or seemed it. She walked over to the armchair and sat down, curling her legs underneath her body. She opened the book and began to read, getting deeply involved in the book.

When Captain Hook entered his cabin an hour or so after they'd kidnapped Wendy he was surprised to see her on his armchair reading a book. He couldn't see her very well, so he decided to light his lamps. Soon the room was flooded with light. He was silent the entire time, and Susannah hadn't even noticed he was there. She was too into the story. She did notice the light change, but she cast the intruding thought aside. She hadn't noticed Hook, but he had certainly noticed her. Since seeing her in a bright light he noticed something strange; Wendy Darling had grown up. It had only been a short while since she'd gone back, or so it felt like that to him, but her she was an almost fully grown woman. Her chest had grown, a lot, and her hips had widened just as her waist had narrowed. Her face had also changed. She still had blonde hair and blue eyes, but she still looked different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Susannah finished the chapter and noted in her head where she'd got to. She yawned loudly again. She'd been planning on going to bed before she'd been kidnapped, and she still hadn't gone to sleep. She was tired. Wendy put the book down and looked up. That was when she noticed the Captain; and she recognised him instantly.

"Hook!" She shouted in shock. How could she not recognise this man when she'd read books with him in, seen films in him in. He was just how she'd imagined him. He was tall and impressive with wide shoulders. He had long curling black hair and a goatee. His eyes were a piercing blue. If she hadn't been so scared she would have thought he was handsome. Unfortunately, she was terrified. This man was real! So was his hook she noted, as she stared at the deadly piece of metal on the end of his right arm where his hand should be.

"Miss Wendy." He replied courtly, bowing low. Although he intended to kill this girl and Peter, he could at least be polite and courteous.

Susannah's jaw dropped.

"You think I'm Wendy?" She said, her brows furrowed in confusion. Hook rose out of his bow and stared at her, his own face wearing a confused expression.

"Are you not?" He asked, things clicking into place as he realised why she looked different.

Susannah shook her head.

"No. I'm Susannah Voleet." She told him. She stood out of the armchair, but didn't approach Hook. "And I know who you are. You're Captain James Hook!"

"If you're not Wendy, how do you know who I am?" Hook asked curiously.

"Stories. You're in stories back home in my world. Almost everyone knows the story of Peter Pan, the boy who'll never grow up, and his enemy, Captain James Hook. So many people know about Neverland, Tinkerbelle, Smee, the Pirates, the Indians, the Mermaids and the Lost Boys. They're all in stories in our world." Susannah explained. Hook nodded as she talked. "No-one believed it was real though. Except J.M Barrie maybe, he wrote the books."

"Yes. He would have done. James was the first person from your world to ever come here. He stayed for a few months, telling stories. Then he returned to grow up. Peter missed his sorely, so went off in search of him. Instead he found Wendy and her brothers. Peter knew she could tell stories so he brought her back instead. When they returned, James wrote the story of their adventures, rather than his own. That is why your world knows about mine." Hook explained to Susannah, and it was her turn to nod this time.

Once finished recounting the tale, Hook stared at Susannah as she looked at him. Then Susannah broke the silence.

"Why am I here? Is it because you thought I was Wendy? Now you know I'm not her, will you take me home?" She asked hopefully.

Hook looked at her as he pondered his answer. She wasn't Wendy so she couldn't be used as bait in his plan that would result in Peter's death. Then again, he didn't quite want to let this girl go home as it had been so long since he'd had female company around, and he sorely wanted a friend. Smee was good for tasks, but there is no point in trying to get an intelligent conversation out of him. Hook shook his head as he made his decision.

"Sarah you are here because I thought you were Wendy and I wanted to use you…well Wendy…to defeat Peter. Unfortunately though, now I know you're not her I can't let you go home." Susannah's face fell, and Hook felt guilty; something he never felt. To get rid of the feeling he added "But you will someday."

Susannah smiled then. She was pleased she'd go home sometime. Right now, she might as well enjoy the experience of being on a pirate ship. At the moment she wanted sleep though.

"Alright." She said "But I'm tired. Is there somewhere I can sleep?" she asked.

Hook nodded and pointed to his bed. Susannah smiled her thanks and walked over to it. She assumed he'd left the room as she started to undress for bed but she was wrong. Once her blouse was off, she turned to face the bed and saw him standing on the other side of the bed undressing.

"What are you doing?" She asked loudly, grabbing her blouse and covering herself with it.

"Undressing for bed." Hook replied nonchalantly.

"Yes I guessed that, but you can't sleep here. Not if I'm here." Susannah replied.

"Why ever not? It's my bed."

"It isn't right for a man and a woman to share a bed, especially if they don't know each other." Susannah explained "Either you sleep here and I don't, or I do and you don't."

"Fine." He said, removing his last item of clothing. He stood naked before Susannah. She blushed and closed her eyes. When she reopened them Hook was laid in the bed, covered up. "Where are you going to sleep?"

Susannah looked at him, a surprised expression on his face. She hadn't expected him to make that choice. She suddenly came to her senses and replied.

"I'll sleep on the floor." She replied.

"We have rats." Hook replied, smirking.

"Fine I'll sleep on the armchair."

"It's for sitting on, not sleeping in." Hook told her.

Susannah sighed loudly from exasperation. "Fine. I need somewhere to sleep. Are there any other beds on this ship?" she asked

"Only the one down in the crew's quarters. Mind you, they're hammocks."

Susannah shook her head. She wouldn't even sleep in a bed with a man, there's no way she'd sleep in a room with two dozen.

"Am I still allowed to sleep in that bed?" Susannah asked quietly, blushing. Hook smiled, she'd given in. He pulled back the covers as an answer; far enough to let her get in but not far enough so she could see his naked body. Susannah bit her lip as she lay on the bed. Hook placed the covers over her. Underneath the covers, Susannah removed her trousers. She then dropped them on the ground and took the blouse away from her chest. She left her bra and g-string on, something she never did. She then turned onto her side and fell asleep, trying to ignore her conscience screaming at her that she was sleeping in a bed with a naked man, and that the only things separating them were her underwear, the duvet and the foot or so of mattress between them.