A/N: Update 13

After a couple hours of trying to sleep, my headache was gone and I was wandering around the ship. I found Winnie in the living room watching a movie.

"Hey, Winnie," I said entering the room.

She turned and looked at me. "Hi, Peter. Come watch with me. Dad says we should stay below deck because we're going to take off."

"Take off?"

"Yeah, we can't sail all the way to Neverland. We have to fly there."

"At the risk of sounding like a smart-ass, you don't seem too shocked to be telling me we're on a flying boat," I smiled as I sat down on the couch.

"Oh, well, I talked to my dad about what you said about knowing each other. He told me the whole story," she replied snuggling up to me.

My smile faded. What exactly did Hook tell her? "What did he say?" I asked coolly.

"He told me that you were a Lost Boy, like Nate was. My dad told me he tried to help you, and all of the Lost Boys, but you refused help and ran away. He said he's been looking for you ever since, though he didn't explain why."

He didn't mention that I was the leader of the Lost Boys? How strange. I wondered what he was up to. "He didn't mention anybody named Pan did he?"

Winnie shook her head. "No, but now that you mention it, that name sounds familiar. I don't know why. I honestly don't remember much about Neverland. My dad hardly ever let me off the ship. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, I just know him," I said casually. Why was Hook withholding the truth from Winnie? She deserved to know the truth, but she should hear it from me.

"Oh? Now that I really think about it, I remember some stuff about him, though his first name escapes me. He was the leader of the Lost Boys, right? Never grows up?" Winnie asked. I nodded, and she continued. This could be it. Was she going to remember me? "My dad said he was always playing tricks on the crew. He said that Pan's the reason his hand is a hook. He also told me everything was a game to this kid. Members of my dad's crew died because of him. I don't even know the guy, but I already don't like him. That's all I remember. Ugh, I can't even put a face with it!"

I smiled, though I was a bit sad. She still didn't remember meeting me. "That's pretty good. Although, he is actually really nice. He would never hurt anyone," I smiled.

"Eh," Winnie replied. "I still think he's kind of a jerk."

I sighed in frustration. "You can't judge him. You don't know him."

"Well excuse me for siding with my father on this one."

Not wanting to get into an argument, I changed the subject. "You told me you had a picture of your family. Do you still have it?"

Wendy nodded and pulled a worn and tattered paper out of the draw next to the couch. She handed a photograph to me. "It must have been one of those old-timey photos."

I looked at the picture. There was Mr. and Mrs. Darling, and a very young Wendy and John and a baby Michael. What she thought was an old-fashioned photo was actually just a photograph of her family from the early 1900s. How long had she been in Neverland if she was sixteen years old now? There were so many unanswered questions. I needed Wendy to remember her past so I could figure out the answers.

I handed back the photograph. "That's nice. You do look like your mother," I smiled.

She nodded, "I just wish I knew what happened to them. Did they leave me on the docks, or did I get lost? I wish I knew. I wish I remembered."

Winnie's eyes grew sad and welled up with tears. I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted her to know that everything was going to be okay as long as she was with me. I wanted to do something to make her happy again.

"I'll tell you what, when we get to Neverland, I'll take you on a grand tour. So long as your dad lets us. We can see the Mermaid Lagoon, I can introduce you to the Indian Braves, and I'll take you to my secret treehouse. How's that sound?" I asked smiling, wiping the tears off her cheek with my thumb. She merely nodded, so I continued. "Maybe we'll even see the pixies and Lost Boys. I'm sure they'll be so glad to see their leader, Peter Pan, back in Neverland!"

Winnie sniffled. "Pan? Is he gone too? Wait, Peter Pan? Are you saying that you're the leader of the Lost Boys, the boy who never grows up, the Peter Pan?"

I gulped. What have I done?