Well… I just reread the first chapter to this… and I'm almost ashamed. I can see just how little motivation I had for it. It sucked. If you disagree, I thank you much, but dear gawd did it suck. Hopefully I'll pull this fic up to it's merits.

Disclaimer: If I, or anyone in my family had ever owned Peter Pan or Alice in Wonderland, do you understand that I'd be too busy doing nothing and making money than writing this? In fact, making money sounds good right now- why am I not doing that rather than writing these stupid profit-less fanfics?

"Peter! Peter!" Tiger Lily slid into the hideout, interrupting a game of Cowboys and Indians the Lost Boys had been engaged in. She was out of breath- either because she'd been running a great distance, or because Wendy had instructed her to breathe heavily if she should ever have emergency information, it was hard to tell.

"What is it, Tiger Lily?" Peter dropped effortlessly through the air at a gliding pace from his spot atop their armchair to stand in front of the girl.

"Hook- hook as captured-!" Tiger Lily's sentence trailed off as her gaze locked on the Darling girl, crouched down on the floor with the Lost Boys.

"Captured what, Princess?" Peter only called Tiger Lily that when he was getting aggravated with her, trying to imply that he was getting more formal with his annoyance. Tiger Lily, of course, blushed rather than got intimidated, and Wendy was quite miffed that Peter felt he must resort to flattery to get her to talk.

"I… thought it was the Wendy Lady…" she frowned, staring at Wendy as if to discern the difference between her and the object she'd spotted in the Captain's hold.

"It was probably a bird!" Tootles exclaimed. "From a distance, we all mistook Mother Wendy for a bird, so I'm sure from a distance, you could mistake a bird for Mother Wendy! Right?"

There were several nods of agreement, Pan's included. The atmosphere relaxed quite a bit. Only Wendy and John looked at each other, not quite trusting this piece of logic.

"No, no," Tiger Lily's voice was firm again. "I was closer than that. It was a lady, that is certain. I only thought she was Wendy because her hair was near the same color… though now that I see yours again, Miss Wendy, I find yours is closer to the color of corn than hers, if only by a little bit."

"So the pirates have found themselves a mother?" Peter tossed himself across a chair. "Why is that my concern?"

Tinker Bell, who had fluttered in somewhere in the middle of the conversation, shimmered an agreement.

"Peter!" Wendy sounded horrified. "You would let this girl die or be taken advantage of at the hands of a pirate rather than stop playing long enough to save her?"

"Yep," he said, leaning over backwards over the arm of the chair as far as he possibly could. The rush as the blood flowed to his head was entertaining.

Wendy sighed, aggravated, then went to stand in front of Tiger Lily. "Where are they holding her?" she asked, hand on her still only barely broken in sword. Like she really planned on doing this for herself- she tried to eye Peter in her peripheral vision, to see if he'd take the bait.

Peter's eyes flickered back to life, his expression hardening.

Yeah, like he was weak enough to let a girl fight a battle for him.

"Why isn't she saying anything?" one pirate in the front wondered loudly. The Captain very nearly shot him. The girl had been here for a couple of days, and she still had yet to speak a word.

How long did it take her motherly love for them to drive her towards storytelling? Hook wasn't particularly known for his patience.

The girl eyed the crowd warily. Not one man there liked the look she was giving them- the Wendy Lady had been much nicer, and much more entertaining to have aboard. Her eyes were a few dozen degrees colder- her movements themselves less trusting.

"That'll be all for today, Bri," Hook said, trying to hide the annoyance in his tone with little success. "Smee? Take her to her room and bring her her meal."

"Aye aye, Cap'n," Smee got a hold of the girls wrists and held them behind her back. She didn't fight back. She didn't look at him either.

How "Bri" would have loved to just wrench her hands free and take control of the situation. But right now, she was Bri, and in a situation where she could simply be piled upon with pirates, she knew it was best she stay Bri till she could form a plan.

"You are much prettier than the Wendy Lady, Bri," Smee tried to flatter her once they were below deck and nearly at her room. She didn't doubt he was telling the truth- the look he'd given her when they'd first met was that of a forty-year-old pedophile. Not that Hook had looked at her any differently. Like she was an object.

Bri settled herself mutely on her bed, taking care never to look directly at her companion.

Smee pulled her long hair off her shoulders, and she twitched. Just because she didn't refuse his attempts to flirt didn't mean she accepted them.

"Your hair is a much purer color than hers," he continued, while she examined the wall across from her, wondering if any of these pirates had heard of toothpaste. "And your eyes are a much more pleasing color- like the Captains forget-me-not."

She assumed he meant in color, but she was dryly amused that he was trying to charm her by comparing her to his old, male boss.

Very suddenly, he took her chin in his hand and forced (with all the "force" of a child) her to look at him. It took much of her willpower to let him.

"The Captain does wish to take care of you…" he said. But then after watching her expression for several moments, he nodded, knowingly. "I know, he's not the most appealing suitor aboard is he? How about this- you and I, the next time this boat docks, we jump ship."

Bri very well thought she might gag. Her mouth automatically opened to give a sharp reply, but before she could condemn herself in this way, there was an audible explosion above them- then quieter noises you had to listen for, swords clashing, fists connecting… children laughing?

Someone said, it's Pan again!

Smee frowned, getting to his feet. "I'm sorry, Miss Bri," he said, as if he were doing her a disservice. "But I really must go on up and see what's happening…" It sounded like he already knew. "We'll continue this later I promise… just stay here."

She nodded and he left, in a very big rush. She felt a large grin spread across her face. This room was originally meant for any spare men they picked up- she eyed the rough trousers and sword given in the corner, untouched and ownerless.

Like she'd really keep a promise to that freak pedophile.

Hmm… not much happened this chapter… I apologize…. But I hope it was still entertaining nonetheless. I think my one shots are longer than my chapters because I know oneshots aren't going to be continued. Eh.