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A slap to the face brought me violently back to the present. I opened my eyes to see Gisselle staring down at me, an unkind smile painted across her face. "Oh, good, she's up!" she said as she dragged me to my feet.

"Just let us go," I pleaded as I was shoved toward James.

"I dont think it works like that, Angel," James said sadly as he watched me approach him.

Nerezza stood before us, an evil grin on his face. Hook was, again, nowhere to be seen.

"Dearly beloved," Nerezza began.

"No," James and I said at the same time, a horrified expression on both of our faces.

"Dont interrupt," Gisselle hissed, twisting my arm behind my back painfully.

"We are gathered here today..."

But I had stopped listening; instead, I watched the sky, hoping that Peter would come back to the cave and find me missing in time to stop all of this.

"Why are you doing this to us," I whispered to Gisselle.

"All part of the plan, darling," she replied. She looked at Nerezza and nodded. "Skip to the good part," she demanded.

Nerezza asked if James took me to be his lawfully wedded wife. James looked at me long and hard before uttering the words, "I do."

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"And do you, dearie, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

I shook my head. "None of this makes sense," I whispered.

"Say the wrong answer again and I'll have all of your fingers but the one your wedding ring rests on," Gisselle threatened, tightening her grip on my arm.

I winced and snapped the words "I do" through clenched teeth.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," Nerezza happily declared. "You may now kiss the bride."

"Hook," I heard a familiar voice call, "stop!"

"Peter!" I cried as I looked up to see him flying toward the ship.

Gisselle shoved me into James and drew out her dagger. "Get it over with!" she said to James.

James caught me as I tumbled forward, though I could have sworn he was bound only moments ago. "Get what over with?" I asked James.

He smiled a small smile as he drew me into his arms. "The end of Peter Pan."

And with that, he dipped me low and brought his lips down on mine.

"Grace!" Peter cried. My heart lurched. It wasn't Wendy's name that he called out to me anymore. It was my own name.

I shoved James off of me and fell to the deck of the ship. "Peter, I'm here!" I called back.

But when I turned and looked, Peter was lying wounded on the deck of the ship, as if he had fallen out of midair.

James, with a confident smile, stepped over me and walked to where Peter lay. "My," he said, "this scene looks a bit familiar, doesn't it?"

"James, what are you doing?" I asked as he pulled a cutlass from a sheath.

Gisselle was dancing happily around the fallen Peter, clapping her hands like a little school child. Nerezza stood proudly before them all, slamming the bible in his hand shut with a quick flick of the wrist. "My work here is done," he claimed. "And, as agreed, I will let you do the honors of killing the flying brat," he said to James.

I ran over to where Peter lay on the deck of the ship and fell to my knees before him. "Don't any of you hurt him!" I commanded.

"Oh, Grace," Gisselle cooed, "the only one of us here who has hurt him is you."

I looked up at her in shock. "What?" I asked, alarmed.

"I told you," Gisselle said to James, "your son would bring on the downfall of Pan."

James smiled wickedly, raising his cutlass.

"You leave him alone!" I cried, jumping up to shove James away from Peter. My fingers caught on a locket around his neck and yanked it off. I fell back to the deck as the locket flew open in my hand. Inside was a picture of a young girl with curly strawberry blonde hair and golden eyes. Startled, I looked up at James. This woman was beautiful, though much older than James. His mother, maybe? "I don't understand," I whispered.

"Gisselle, sister, I think it's time these two learned the truth," James said.

With a flick of her wrist, a sort of smoke came over James, clouding him from my vision. When it finally vanished, Hook stood there, wearing the same suit. The similarities between James and Hook were too overwhelming for me to simply over look them anymore.

"No," I whispered.

"You see, it ultimately was my son who would bring on the downfall of Pan," Hook explained. "But I couldn't have done any of this without you, my dear Grace. I must give credit where credit is due."

Nerezza laughed wickedly.

I shook my head. "You don't have a son," I said.

Peter had sat up and was now sitting next to me. "Don't," he told Hook, obviously piecing it together much faster than me. He looked at the locket in my hand before looking back up to the captain of the Jolly Roger. "Don't say it."

Hook smiled down at Peter. "I do," Hook said to me, "have a son."

I looked down at the picture in my hand once more, at the girl that Peter had me describe when we were walking through the forest on the way to Tinkerbell's wedding.

"And now," Hook continued, "I'm going to kill him."

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