A/N: Update 7

We both sat there for a minute. I was too stunned to move, or even look at her. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. She pulled her knees up onto the seat and tucked them beside her and scooted closer. My face flushed, my heart raced.

"Um, Winnie?" I stuttered out. "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," Winnie smiled at me. "Is that okay?" she asked back.

"Perfect," I said breathlessly.

She smiled and sighed as she rested her head on my tensed shoulder. "I'm starving. Let's head home."

I started the car and Winnie settled into my side. As weirded out as I was, I loved every second of the car ride home.

Once we pulled into my driveway, Winnie snuggled closer for one last second before sitting up.

"You're really comfy to snuggle up to," Winnie winked at me. "Go get Sam and we can head over to my house for dinner. I'll wait out here."

I nodded and walked inside the house. "Sam! You hungry? Winnie invited us over for dinner," I yelled through the house.

"Heck no! I'm not going. You want me to have dinner with Captain Hook?" Slightly said entering the foyer where I stood.

"Come on, you're not going to let me go over there by myself are you?" I pleaded. "Besides, you can see Nibs," I bargained with him.

"I already saw him today at school. He said that you and I should just avoid their family if we want to stay safe," he explained.

I sighed and shook my head. "Okay, but you owe me, big time," I smirked.

Slightly stuck his tongue out at me as I headed back outside. "Tell Gail I won't be home for dinner, please," I asked.

I closed the front door and Winnie was there leaning on my car again. She stood up. "Sam doesn't want to come to dinner?" she pouted.

I shook my head. "Nah, he just doesn't feel well," I lied. "He's still adjusting to the foster home; it's only his second day here with us."

Winnie nodded, as if she understood. "Well, let's go then."

She turned around and headed over to her house. I followed hesitantly. "Come on, Peter!" Winnie laughed grabbing my hand.

I couldn't resist. I smiled and laced my fingers within hers. I liked this now assertive Winnie. She must have just had first-day jitters this morning.

We walked inside and immediately Winnie took her shoes off. I stood waiting. Winnie stood and glanced down at my tattered black Chucks.

"It's probably best if you take your shoes off. My Uncle Smee is a bit of a clean freak," Winnie said biting her lip.

"Oh, okay. Cool. That's fine," I stuttered unlacing my shoes.

"Daddy! Peter and I are here for dinner," She yelled to somewhere in the house.

"Wonderful, come in!" a voice hollered back. I couldn't quite recognize it, but then again, it has been years since I last battled Hook. I followed Winnie into the kitchen suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. I began to slow down.

Winnie stopped. She smiled and took my hand. "You don't need to be nervous. I'm sure my dad will love you!" She tried to reassure me.

I sighed and nodded. We continued to the kitchen hand-in-hand. And there, standing in front of the stove, wearing a "Kiss the Captain" apron was the crooked smiling Captain Hook.