Guess what? It's my FanFiction birthday! That's right, folks! I joined on August 30, 2013. I just noticed randomly when I was updating my profile and stuff. What better way to celebrate than to upload another chapter of my new story, Hooked?! I hope you guys like it! Please review! It's the only thing that keeps me going...besides my love for Sisters Grimm, of course...but still! I feel like this fandom is dying! Anyways, here's chapter 2.

*Puck's POV*

One of my worst nightmares has just become true. Hook coming to town is the second worst possible thing that ever could've happen to me.

I'm waiting for the right time to tell about the first.

Hoping for the rumor that I overheard about Hook to stay a rumor has done me nothing, and now, I am pacing back and forth in the woods, with my pixies buzzing around me, staring at the note in my hand.

Why was it in my room? How did it get in my room?! And, most importantly, why would Captain Hook want to meet up with me, after all these years? Three hundred, to be exact.

Yes, I counted. Every year away from him has been a blessing. And now I will have to face him again. This was not gonna be pretty.

Why would he sacrifice his freedom to come to Ferryport Landing to talk to me? The whole thing is crazy.

I thought about how the note was left in my room. He already knows where I live, and how to break in undetected by my chimps...and the Grimms. If I don't show up to the pier tomorrow, he'll come back to the house, and take his wrath out on the Grimms. On Sabrina.

Then and there, I made up my mind to go talk to Hook at midnight.

I began to practice with my sword, which I had long since upgraded to one of iron. I didn't know what was coming next.

My melodramatic mood filled the air as I crept down the sidewalk, making me feel like a character in an action movie.

Soon enough, the pier came into view, and I flew towards it.

But, when I got there, I didn't see anyone.

"Hook!" I called out, surprised at the fear that was very obviously in my voice. Was I really that afraid of an old, washed-up, one-handed pirate?!

...yes.

No one answered. The only sound was that of the creaking boards of the dock...see what I mean? Melodramatic. Shakespeare is rubbing off on me. Then something interrupted my thoughts-see, there I go again! Melodramatic!

"Hello, Robin."

I whirled around, to see none other than Captain Hook himself. I guess I looked surprised, because Hook spoke again, with a taunting tone in his voice.

"Taken aback, laddie? You wouldn't have come here if you didn't believe that I would be here, now would you?"

Knee-high black leather boots. Ratty tan pants. Collared stained shirt. Overcoat stolen from a member of England's royal guard. And of course, the same old, gold-trimmed hat, still complete with a giant purple feather. I took Hook in with my eyes, realizing that he hadn't changed a bit. He probably never would. I did notice that his mustache and goatee were gone, though

"You shaved, Hook," I snarled, trying to regain my composure. "Was the "greasy, hairy sailor" look not working for you? Shame." My composure-regaining plan failed.

"Ah," Hook replied, chuckling as he adjusted his hat over his short, black ponytail at the back of his head. "I see you still like to tease. You're over 4000 years old, Robin, yet you still act like a child."

"Enough games, Hook. We both know that you didn't come here to catch up," I said bitterly, hoping to come across as serious.

"Now, now, Robin," the captain said, in a mock sad voice. "I thought you'd be happy to see me, after all these years!"

"Why did you come to Ferryport Landing? What do you want from me?" I growled. What could be so important that he would willingly come to our little town for?

"I want you back on the team."

I should've known this was coming. Of course he wanted me back. I was his second best, right after...Pan.

"There was a reason that I ran away, Hook. I didn't want to be a part of it. I never did."

"We need you, Robin. You're an asset to our...purpose."

"Yeah? Well I don't care!" I yelled, my face getting hot. My hand automatically went to my sword at my hip, my fingers resting at the hilt. "If you needed me so badly, why'd you let me leave, huh? Why did you let me leave Neverland?!"

"And keep you there against your will?" He fake gasped, placing his hand over his heart.

And he said that I'm the one who's acting childish.

"You think I don't know your ways, Captain? Or did that crocodile take your brain, along with your hand? I know that if you truly wanted me to stay and continue to do your bidding, you would have had the Lost Boys after me."

"Alright, alright," Hook sighed, throwing his hands...er...hand and hook...into the air in frustration. "I didn't need you then. You were compromising the missions with your sense of right and wrong. But now I do need you. Something very big, and very bad is after me. I need your help."

"And why should I help you?" I questioned, infuriated at his nerve. "What can you give me in return?"

Surprisingly, Captain Hook only laughed. And then, he produced a tiny, silver bell from his coat pocket. It was familiar. He rang the bell once, twice, and then three times.

Almost immediately, a golden orb materialized next to him, and flew in spiraled circles around him, leaving a floating trail of something shiny.

Tinkerbell.

"Tink!" I gasped. The little ball of light jingled in response.

"You thought you were the only one here who can control fairies by using a musical instrument? How else do you think I got that note into your bedroom?"

"Tink!" I gasped once again. "I thought we were friends! You betrayed me!"

The fairy jingled sadly (if there was such a thing as jingling sadly, that's what it would sound like).

"She works for me, now." Hook said cruelly, as he lit a cigar.

"You mean, she's your own personal slave."

"Call it what you wish," the pirate said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. "Consider it, Robin."

And with that, Captain hook rose up off the ground, and flew away, using the pixie dust that the fairy had just sprayed him with.