Author's Note: Haha. Wow. I am officially horrible at updating.

EDIT: Yeah, sorry about the mix-up with the names. I'll try harder next time to get it right. Thank you Slyfoxx1313 for pointing the mistakes out to me.

Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Peter Pan.

Captain Hook was still snickering when Wendy regained consciousness. Examining her surroundings, she found herself bound at the wrists and being pulled along by a large pirate brute with a classic MOM tattoo emblazoned across his upper arm. She scoffed at his stupidity of permanently destroying his skin and looked around more. They were about to board the Jolly Roger, and many of the other pirates in the small Wendy-capturing group were joining their voices in the multiple "Yo Ho!"s. Captain Hook turned around and gave Wendy a truly evil smirk.

"Well, my dearest Wendy. Welcome back to my cozy home, if you'll recall, the Jolly Roger!" he bowed mockingly.

She glared at him and kept mute, deciding that silence spoke louder than words. Unbending from his bow, he gave her an amused look, seeming truly pleased to see her try to cover up her frustration with quiet. As the brute pulled her aboard the ship, she stuck up her nose and closed her eyes, refusing to lower herself by acknowledging her newfound company.

"Alas, mateys. Look, what I bring aboard our ship!" Captain Hook announced.

A roar arose among the pirates, many shouting things such as:

"Oh, a lady!"

"It's been so long since we've had that kind of entertainment"

But one shout rose above the rest:

"Oh no! Don't you remember what happened when we brought that wretch of a girl aboard last time? That Wendy child?"

With a maniacal snicker, Captain Hook exclaimed, "I remember too well. And that is why I have brought her on our ship again! Except now," and with a flourish of his eyes up and down her beautifully curved body, softly covered by the flow of her simple faded white silk and lace dress, "she is a woman."

Wendy shot him the dirtiest glower she could manage, but it was wasted for he had already turned back to his cheering crowd.

"You can thank me later, boys. For now, Starkey, take her back to my cabin."

The thug started to drag her to two wooden doors which Hook has indicated as his cabin. Pushing through the large crowd, the men began to grope at her, grasping hungrily at her body, trying to feel her beneath the clothing. She tried to knock them away with her tied up hands, but the man called Starkey just chuckled and tightened his grip so that she couldn't move her arms at all. He walked slower, savoring her cries of protestation against the molestation forced upon her. She felt as if she were drowning, slowly dying under the weight of so many hands, so many hands pulling on her limbs, touching places that made her shiver, feeling her, suffocating her…

"STOP."

The whole crew immediately halted and faced their Captain, whose voice had just commanded their whole attention. Wendy, breathless and humiliated, looked up at him with confusion and fear. Wouldn't he revel in this torture? Would he not enjoy her shouts of pain? He gazed out upon the crowd and gained control of order though, instead of letting his gang continue the perversion. He locked gazes with her for but a moment, but it left her even more confused. There was warmness, a sense of…care there for her in those deep eyes. Then he looked back to the mass of pirates and a gleam of malevolence returned to his dark pits.

"She's mine for the taking first. So keep your filthy paws off…for now."

Shouts of outrage erupted from the group. But Hook merely unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards them menacingly.

"Does anyone have any objections to that?"

A hush settled among the pirates, caused by the priority of staying alive rising above the priority of being with a woman.

"That's what I thought. Now, if you don't mind," Hook stated, sheathing his rapier, and beginning to walk towards Wendy, "I'll gladly take my prize and leave you."

He took the rope that tied her from Starkey and pulled her rougher than the first mate had, hauling her into his cabin, leaving howls of encouragement and suggestions behind them.

Flying along with Peter was like nothing Jane had ever experienced. It was exhilarating, exciting, sensational, and like nothing else she has ever done before. If truth be told, Jane found herself feeling that the only person she would ever even want to do this with would be Peter. He made her feel so different. So young. So careless and free. He never rushed her into doing something boring and serious. He was so thrilled to just point out the small things. Just a few moments ago, he had attempted to show off by pointing out a flock of birds and stating that he had taken down five of the creatures with just one arrow. And, as amusing as she thought it was, she also found it incredibly silly, for no one person could take down five creatures with one arrow. It was simply physically impossible. But, then again, that was another allure Peter had. He didn't care about impossibilities. He was ready and willing to test anything that was said to be 'impossible.' It was awe-inspiring to Jane.

"So, what do you want to see next?" Peter prompted, stopping Jane's thoughts.

She pondered for a moment and then decided,

"Would you mind if we just sat down somewhere for a while? Flying is slightly exhausting."

He chuckled at her and flew downwards slowly.

"Sure, though I shouldn't be surprised. You are a girl, so I can't expect you can fly as long as I can."

Before she could open her mouth to argue with him, he pointed out a large grassy area coming up on the ground below them.

"Right there, that's a nice looking clearing. That's where the Lost Boys and I practice our swordsmanship. Though, it's not much of practice since I'm so much better than them."

Jane laughed at him as they descended, landing softly on the beautiful, green land.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked, astonished.

"Of course I'm laughing at you. You're so arrogant."

"Arrogant? Me? No! That's not true. I'm just the best! There's nothing wrong with that."

She let out another giggle, and shook her head at his denial.

"Oh, definitely. That's it. How could I have forgotten?" she retorted, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

He gave her a mock glare and pounced on her. They rolled around in the grass a while, laughing and gently wrestling, until Jane stopped, worn out. Peter sat mounted atop her proudly, holding her wrists down, and proudly posing like a champion.

"See, now I am the best!"

Jane shook her head and laughed softly, still trying to catch her breath. They stayed in that position for a while, until both of them suddenly realized the awkwardness of it. They looked at each other sheepishly, and finally Peter asked,

"Would you mind…if I…gave you a thimble?"

Jane gazed up at him, very confused at why at the exact moment he would want to give her a sewing instrument.

"I suppose that's…alright?"

And unexpectedly, he leaned down, until his face grew very close to hers, his olive green eyes flashing joyfully, and he kissed her. It was a tender, naïve kiss, almost a peck upon her lips, but she adored it all the more.

"But, Peter…that's not a thimble."

"Of course it is. Feel this and tell me how it can't be a thimble."

He kissed her again, deeper this time, but still with the same novelty of the first one. His lips were sweet and tasted of wild berries, they left her wanting more. She looked up at him with her bright blue eyes glowing in the sunlight, her brown hair tangled in the grass, and her dress stained green and replied,

"That must've been a thimble."

Author's Note: For those of you who don't know, in the actual book, when they first meet in the nursery, Wendy kisses Peter and convinces him that it's a thimble. After that, Peter gives Wendy an acorn and tells her that it is a kiss. Thus, the confusion of his words and actions in this chapter.

Also, I would like to let those who read this know that it might become more mature as the storyline thickens. I cannot say for sure how fast it will go, but this is just a warning.