Disclaimer: Do I own Peter Pan and Co. yet? ....No? Okay, sources tell me I don't.

It was already late morning when Wendy woke. She lazily rolled over to escape the glare of the sunshine and buried her face in the goose down pillows. It brought the scent of cigars and that pleasant smell she could only associate with Hook to her nose. She inhaled deeply, before rolling over once more.

He'd frightened her last night when he'd run as if he were being chased by daemons from the very depths of hell. She hadn't gone after him. Something held her back, but she couldn't explain it. She didn't know if he left to keep her safe or if she'd, somehow, caused the fit.

The Captain was all right when he returned, if a little haggard and encrusted with ice on his hair and clothing. She'd been surprised when he picked her up and placed her in his bed. His touch was gentle, if not freezing. She'd fallen asleep soon after.

The door burst open, startling her. A triumphant Captain Hook stood in the doorway. Mr. Smee stood, as ever, behind him, carrying a large crate. "Ah, you are awake then," he said, coming into the room. He wore a midnight blue today, velvet coat and matching hat and breeches. The white shirt was untied at his throat and over it was a black vest. He was fully armed, with pistol in his belt, cutlass at his side, and the gleaming hook.

He gestured for Mr. Smee to set the crate down on the desk. "How many were wounded, Smee?"

"Three, sir. Gibber, Seth, and the French fellow, Savoie."

"Killed?"

"No one."

Hook sat down with a satisfied smirk. Abruptly, he looked over to Wendy. "Well, come over here, girl."

Curious, she did as instructed. "Wounded? Why should anyone be wounded?"

"You've slept through quite a lot, lass." He opened the crate with a loud 'snap' and brought out several splendid dresses. His eyes moved from each dress to her before he held out a soft blue one with long, bell sleeves. "This should fit you."

"Where did you get these?"

"Questions, questions," he mocked, "Come, Smee."

At the door, Hook turned to her with an arrogant smirk. "Knock if you should need me. I'll be waiting outside, my beauty." Wendy heaved an aggravated sigh. Of course she'd need his help and he knew it well. Her fingers ran over the soft fabric before she started to undress. She cleaned herself with the water in the basin before getting into as much of the dress as she could with her corset still undone.

She gave the door an experimental knock. The Captain strode in and motioned for her to turn about.

"What really happened?" she asked to break the awkward silence and distract herself from the warm hand at her back.

"We raided one of the Natives' stores."

"Whatever for?"

"We were short on supplies. Aren't you grateful? You have something besides night gowns and pirate garb."

She thought for a moment and decided on a question. There was so much she wanted to know! "Peter is back, then?"

She felt the brush of his curls on her neck as he shook his head. "No, but the water is more safely frozen. We walked."

As he finished, she had to wonder if she'd imagined that his fingers lingered a moment longer that necessary. He left her to dress.

She was just finishing pulling a brush through her hair when, with a great cracking sound, the Jolly Rodger lurched. Wendy caught herself on the desk and waited for the rocking to subside before rushing to the porthole. It was an awesome sight to see an entire ocean go from unmoving ice to gently lapping water. Beyond the glass, ice melted from the surface of the ship, making it look as if it were raining.

"The crew must be soaking!"

Indeed they were. Captain Hook slammed his way into the cabin, looking as if he'd been caught in his own personal storm cloud. His hair and clothing were sodden and clung to every inch of his body. Even the feather in his hat drooped in a depressed sort of manner.

The thunderous expression on his face would have frighted any boy or pirate, no matter how extraordinary they were. "Pan's returned," he growled by way of explanation.

He threw his hat to the floor and soon to join the miserable pile were his sword belt and frock, which he struggled with.

"Captain!" He couldn't be undressing in front of her!

He looked up from unbuttoning his vest. "Yes?" He irritably shook his head, trying to dislodge a lock of hair that stubbornly clung to his cheek.

"You- you-" She struggled to express just how very inappropriate his actions were.

"Marauding villain? Ne'er do well? Pirate?" he supplied.

"You can't just undress in front of me!"

"This is my cabin," he pointed out and added the vest to the soggy mess.

"Yes, well..."

There were shouts coming from the deck, followed by pistol shots and more shouting. Mr. Smee was soon at the door. "Cap'n! Cap'n! It's Pan!"

No more was needed to be said. Clad in only his shirt and breeches, the pirate captain was already on his way. "Remain here. Stay down and do not move until Smee or I come for you!"

"But-"

"Damn it, no 'buts'! Do as I say, Wendy Darling!" The door slammed shut behind him.

She paced agitatedly for a while. The shouts never stopped. Cannons rang out to deafen them, only for the voices to return in greater and greater volume. At last, Wendy could no longer do as she was told. Peter might be hurt! And as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was worried about Captain Hook as well. She grabbed a sword that she'd set to the side when she put the cabin back to rights her first day in Neverland. She hadn't thought that she'd ever need to wield it.

On deck, there was only what could be described as chaos. A few moaning bodies lay in what seemed like oceans of intermingling blood. Some looked to have been gutted while other bled from wounds no doubt cause by gunshots. Wendy closed her eyes against the carnage and fought off the urge to vomit. How could she ever have wanted to be a part of any sort of violence when she was younger? Mother and Father certainly left this out their faerie tales!

She forced her eyes to open and move on. Men ran across the deck, weapons in hand, each trying to follow orders as hastily as possible, lest they be punished. The cannon fire continued to rock the ship, but Wendy could not see what, or who, they aimed for. She couldn't hear her own calls for Peter or Hook, even Mr. Smee, over the cannon's rage and the perpetual yelling of the crew.

She found Peter and Captain Hook and dropped her cutlass in horror. The Captain held Peter by his throat a foot or so off of the deck. The boy kicked feebly in attempt to break free, but couldn't take his eyes from the bloody hook inches from taking out his insides and spilling them out onto the deck. It seemed like nothing else existed by for herself, the murderous Captain, and the frightened boy. All sound was drowned out until all she could hear was a roaring in her ears, as if she stood by a furious waterfall, and the pounding tribal drumbeat of her heart.

Wendy couldn't even think, she only acted. She sprinted over and attempted to bodily remove the pirate from the Peter. Suddenly it was she who was caught in his vice-like grip and Peter lay coughing and gasping for air at their feet. "Peter! Leave! Now!" she cried out before looking into the murderous blood red eyes of Captain James Hook.

The man's fingers bit into her arm just below her shoulder and the hook pierced the skin of her other arm through the fabric of the dress. She cried out in surprise more than pain. "Captain! Captain! Hook! Please, James!" she tried to reach him through the rage and not panic in the same moment. The only response she got was a low, deep growl. Wendy attempted to pull away; to flee to safety, but his grip on her only tightened.

There was nothing she could do. She was completely at his mad mercy. Unless...

Wendy took a deep breath and let it out for courage. Before she could have a second thought, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against his snarling ones. Her Kiss! Mother and Aunt Millicent told her it was special and it had saved Peter's life years before. It was the only thing she could think of. His grip relaxed in shock before his fingers dug into her skin again, flexing ever other second in confused spasms.

Wendy leaned in closer, pressing herself against him and increasing pressure on his mouth. For a long moment, she feared that her Kiss wasn't enough, but she felt his stone muscles slowly unwind. He was suddenly returning the kiss, tentatively at first, but then with more passion. He broke away to lay his head on her shoulder, his face in the crook of her neck and his arms around her waist. She ran her fingers though his still damp mane and held him to her.

She wasn't quite certain how long they stood there, but it seemed like an eternity. "Wendy..." she heard him murmured. Then his body went limp against hers. She struggled to keep them both upright, but somehow she managed to slowly get herself into a sitting position with his head in her lap. She stroked his cheek gently.

Looking up, she met the cautious eyes of Peter Pan. He looked at her quizzically."Wendy?"

She was unable to answer because her eyes rolled upward and the world went black.