(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 4

By the end of their first day together Hook and Susannah had grown closer. It was surprising how fast a relationship can blossom. Already Hook had asked Susannah to call him by his first name.

"So James….if you had to choose between Dickens or Austen, who would you choose?" Susannah asked over dinner as they talked once again about books.

"I'm a fan of Jane myself." He admitted. Susannah laughed.

"Really. I would have put you down as a Dickens fan." She told him.

"Oh I love his works too, but I much prefer Sense and Sensibility." James told her.

"I love that story." Susannah said excitedly. "My favourite books though are the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling. Unfortunately, you won't have heard of her. When you take me home, I'll give you my copies. There are seven books in total. The seventh came out two years ago, back in 2007. It was a brilliant book." Susannah told him.

"What are the books about?" James asked, interested.

So Susannah spent the next half an hour telling him about the books and the characters, without giving too much away. James sat, a rapt listener.

"They sound brilliant." He said at the end. He inched closer to Susannah, who was sat next to him on the bed.

"They are." Susannah said. She noticed him move, and moved also. She moved towards him though, instead of away. James brought his hook up and brushed a ringlet of blonde hair behind her ear. He was so gentle. Susannah didn't flinch. She'd grown used to his hook as the day wore on. In fact, she thinks it made him more attractive.

"You are so beautiful." James said under his breath, talking to himself mostly. He didn't expect her to hear him.

"You think so?" she said. "Thank you." Susannah blushed slightly. "You're a very handsome man."

"I'm not. I'm disfigured. I'm not whole." He replied sadly, turning his head away from Susannah who was sat right next to him. She reached her with her hand and pushed his head softly back towards her. She looked into his blue eyes and whispered.

"You are in my eyes." She said softly.

"That's all that matters to me. I…think I might love you Susannah. I've not felt this way about anyone before." James admitted his feelings. He'd taken the plunge; he just hoped it was worth it. If she laughed at him or sneered in disgust he'd be so disappointed. Instead she smiled.

"I think I understand what you mean. I've only known you a day, you've kidnapped me…and yet…I feel." She paused trying to think of the right way to explain it. "Happy. I just feel happy. When you're with me…when we're together….I feel whole." She said describing the feeling.

"I agree. I think you make me whole." James said.

"Oh, James. Could it be? Could we really be in love?" Susannah asked, holding his left hand with her right one. James squeezed her hand.

"I wouldn't have thought it possible. Me; a murderous, violent, mean, cruel, heartless pirate. I think though, that I've proved myself wrong. I never thought I'd be able to love. I am able to though, because I think I love you. I've only known you a day, but…the way we slept together last night. I woke up with you in my arms and it felt right. You were too scared when you woke up to notice. I'd been awake an hour this morning, just watching you sleep, breathing deeply in my arms. I would like to do that every night." James explained. Susannah felt bad; she wished she hadn't reacted in such a way. "Then, today, we've been talking all the time. I've learn so much about you. You're such an interesting person, and we have so much in common. We both love music, we love writing, we love animals, we love to read." He smiled as he brought up the fact they like to read.

"Yes, we love to read." Susannah repeated, smiling. "You're so right. We do get on really well. In a way, it's almost like we're made for each other. Two pieces of a puzzle. We fit. Like you said about last night. I fitted in your arms."

"Yes. We fit. Two as one." James said, cupping Susannah's chin with his left hand. He tilter her face up and looked into her eyes. Susannah blushed and looked at his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. Susannah's hands wrapped around his neck as his held her chin. They kissed gently for a minute or two before breaking apart. James leaned his forehead against Susannah's.

"I think I should take you home." He said sadly.

"What. Why?" Susannah said "I want to stay with you."

"It isn't right for you to stay here in Neverland. You need to go back to your own world and live….you don't need a violent pirate like me in your life." He said. He wanted to marry this woman, but he knew he shouldn't. He felt he shouldn't. She deserved better.

"Please James. Don't….don't send me back without you. Come with me. Please."

"I can't. I have to stay here. In Neverland. With my crew. My life is here with them, with Peter Pan, with the Lost Boys…with everything that is Neverland." Susannah started to cry. James held her chin again. "Please Susannah. Don't cry. It's for the best."

"How can it be for the best….how can it be when we know we're meant to be together? I'm not whole; I'm not complete without you. I didn't know that until I met you. You can't take yourself away from me. Please don't." Susannah begged as she continued to cry. James felt his own eyes water. He kissed her cheeks where the tears were falling.

"I'm so sorry Susannah, but you shouldn't stay here. Please. I'll take you home. I may return someday for you." James said, as a half-promise. Susannah sniffed.

"Alright. I'll go home. I'm doing it for you." She said, desperately not wanting to leave this man she was in love with. She felt like her heart had been torn into two pieces, like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. James Hook felt the same way.