Edit (11/21/2011): Changed the summary.

Edit (12/29/2011): Changed the summary again.

Disclaimer: Peter Pan and the rest of these characters don't belong to me. Except Alice. She's mine.

Warning: This chapter is rated T for language. Seriously, the profanity here is scandalous. (Because you're not supposed to mess with a girl while she's on her period.)

I was away from home when I started writing this, and I was also still working on Chapter 3. I just wanted to continue writing the fic, so I tried writing on my phone. I couldn't remember where I stopped with Chapter 3, so I just started with a new chapter. That way, I can edit it while retyping it on Word. Not much of a proofreader. Sorry, loves. If anyone wants to be, like, a beta reader for me or something, by all means, please contact me.

The story so far: Alice introduced her musical talent to the Lost Boys and Slightly had taken more interest in her. After singing a song for the Boys, Alice retreated to her room. When Peter asked what was wrong, one thing led to another and he ended up taking her back to London for an emergency. Alice called her friend April and returned to Neverland with Peter.

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Summary: Alice is a teenager with normal teenager problems, except that she's another one of Wendy's descendants who get whisked off by Peter Pan. Will he be able to make her forget about Matt? Peter x OC, present generation. Disney-verse. Expect love triangles.

Chapter 4

Hook

Alice woke up that night, sensing that all-too-familiar feeling of wetness. Thankfully, she was in her room again. Peter must have sent the Lost Boys to their room and carried Alice to hers. She had to admit, that would have been awfully sweet of him.

She stood up and glanced at her sheets—no stain. Letting out a sigh of combined relief and aggravation, she went to her bag, took out one of her little packets and changed right there.

But when she went back to bed, she found that she couldn't fall back asleep. Instead, she went outside. It was dark, but it wasn't like downtown from where she lived, where there was a high risk of getting mugged in every alley. She remembered a guy friend getting mugged once, and his story always sent shivers down her spine. It's amazing how low people could go. Then again, it could have been that the mugger needed food—taking money from others was his only way to survive. But even that was a stupid reason.

Before she realized it, Alice was already at the base of the tree. She decided to wander. The treehouse wasn't too difficult to find, even in this darkness. She went off to the clearing where they had played Heaven and Earth earlier.

Then she noticed a lone firefly. Having lived in the city, she had never seen one before. The girl followed it, fascinated by how the little insect could glow with a light like Tinkerbell's light. It led her through the trees and to a meadow. She looked around her, amazed at her surroundings.

The meadow was filled with flowers that apparently only bloomed at night. Their petals glimmered a pale while, as though reflecting the light of the moon. Fireflies danced over the flowers, and the stars seemed to shine more brightly. It was breathtaking.

But Alice's view of the meadow was cut short when she was suddenly pulled backwards by the arm and put into a large sack. She couldn't do anything to get herself out, but her situation was just so annoying that she couldn't help but berate her captor.

"Let me outta here!" she shrieked from inside the sack. "Honestly, you think you'd learn some manners and NOT FUCKING KIDNAP A GIRL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! What the fuck is WRONG with you? What are you gonna do afterwards? Molest me? Don't be a fucking pedophile and go back to looking at your creepy-ass shit child porn and fucking your mom!"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU BLASTED GIRL!" her captor's thunderous voice boomed.

From the voice, Alice could tell it was a man. Though he seemed dangerous, she knew the residents of Neverland wouldn't harm her in the way people on Earth would, and she wasn't going to back down. She couldn't fight anyway—the least she could do was trashtalk him in the hopes that he would just drop her there and leave her in annoyance. There was, of course, the risk that he would just kill her to shut her up, but the thought barely crossed her mind.

"What, you think telling me to shut up will make me shut up?" she asked. "You're retarded-ass shit. No wonder your mom left you here to rot, you disgusting piece of shi—"

Her line of colorfully worded insults was cut short when the sack was thrown on the hard wooden floor. When the sack opened, two chunky hands grabbed Alice's arms and tied her hands quickly and tightly with rope.

"Comfortable, my dear?" Captain Hook asked as a large pirate forced the girl to sit on a wooden chair.

"I imagine you'd be fine in this situation, bondage freak," she hissed.

"Temper, temper," he taunted, pointing his hook at her neck. "We wouldn't want any accidents to happen here, would we? Poor Peter would be devastated."

"The only accident here is you! Your dad must've regretted not wearing a condom that night."

"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH BLABBER," the captain yelled. "Smee!"

The short and somewhat stumpy first mate rushed into the captain's quarters, clumsily fiddling with his fingers. "Yes, Cap'n?"

"See to it that our guest is at home here. Pan will be looking for her, and we need her to be in her best appearance when he comes here."

Hook headed for the piano in the back of the room, while Alice glared daggers at Smee who approached her with caution.

"Now, now," the first mate murmured shakily. "Staring is rude and little girls shouldn't stare."

"Yeah, because kidnapping is the most polite thing to do to little girls," she retorted sarcastically. "No wait, it's twice as rude and cocksuckers like you shouldn't be doing it, right, Hook?"

"Ignore her, Smee," the captain said as he began playing do-re-mi.

"Why did you kidnap me anyway?" She sighed in exasperation. "God, I have more important things to do than being here yelling at two bumbling idiots like you."

"Then shut up," Hook muttered under his breath. He began playing a simple yet lively tune on the piano and sighed in relief when Alice said nothing.

"I have to admit though," she murmured, almost to herself. "It's nice to be around adults for a change, even if it's pirates."

"Why, thank you, miss," Smee chuckled, adjusting his tiny glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Miss, miss… what is your name, little girl?"

"Alice."

"And you are Jane's daughter?" Hook asked.

"My lineage is none of your business."

"Come now, child," he reasoned. "You know very well who I am. It's only fair to tell me who you are."

"Because clearly, pirates like playing fair, right?" she snapped.

Hook's first mate chuckles airily. "She has a point there, Cap'n."

The captain wanted to yell at both Smee and the little girl, but he thought otherwise. He only continued playing the piano, with which Alice seemed to be fascinated. She stood from her seat and watched as Hook's finger and hook pressed the white and black keys, creating a melody.

"What songs can you play?" she asked curiously. Alice seemed very different now. Her previously rage-filled features softened and her big blue eyes gazed at the piano keys.

"Do you know how to play, little girl?" the pirate asked back, twirling his mustache with his hook.

"I only know how to play one song," she said, trying to reach the keys with her hands tied behind her back. "A… friend taught me." She seemed to hesitate and with her words, even more so than her struggle to play the piano with hands tied.

Hook used his hook to cut through Alice's rope. He scooted in his velvet-covered seat to allow space for the girl, and he watched as she began playing a slow tune on the piano.

He raised an eyebrow at her. It was a song he had never heard before—though considering the time he had spent away from Earth, it was rather normal. "What's that song called?"

"Out of My League," she replied. "My, uhh… friend—he took piano lessons when he was younger, so he taught me this song." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, I wish I could learn other songs. I'm starting to get sick of this one…"

The pirate stood. "If you'll excuse me, I must take my leave for the moment. Feel free to continue playing the piano."

He turned to Smee and, with his hook, dragged the first mate out the door. As soon as they were out of earshot, Captain Hook beamed his usual evil grin as though he had cracked up a new brilliant idea to get Peter Pan.

Smee, who seemed unaware of his captain's smile, merely asked, "What ever are we going to do with that little Alice, Cap'n?"

"Don't you see what's wrong with her, Smee?"

He shook his head.

Hook groaned in annoyance at the older man. "She's a woman scorned," he explained. "In this state, she's easily susceptible to falling in love."

"With whom, Cap'n?" Smee asked in confusion.

"With Pan, of course!" he yelled.

"But Peter Pan can't fall in love," the first mate reasoned. "He's much too childish to return her feelings. How sad…"

"Precisely. And when she's fallen too deeply for him, we shall be there to show her what kind of man Peter Pan truly is."

Smee gasped. "Alice will be heartbroken!"

"Exactly, Smee!" Hook guffawed at the genius of his scheme. "With just a bit of friendly advice from an adult familiar with the concept of love—from an adult like me—she could very well be the key to Pan's undoing."

"So… why is she here, Cap'n?"

Hook stared bleakly at his dimwitted subordinate. "We need Pan to rescue her from us. But we still need her to trust us as adults. That way, we can advise her about the complicated subject of love. We'll let Pan work his charms on her for the moment."

The two saw a large pirate enter the captain's quarters and heard Alice verbally berating him as she did Hook ad Smee.

"I'm a girl on edge!" The young girl's voice could be heard clearly from outside, even with the door shut. "You do NOT want to MESS WITH ME! Do you know how many times I've kicked guys—GROWN MEN—in their balls? YOU WANNA BE PART OF MY LIST?"

"Now, now, Alice," Captain Hook sang as he entered the quarters. "What would dear Peter say if he heard you?"

"Hook!" she called. "Tell this burly buffoon to get his paws off of me if he doesn't wanna become sterile!"

"Captain, the prisoner's loose," the pirate said.

Hook looked at the gorilla-like man and blinked. "Yes, I can see that. But she isn't our prisoner. Alice is our guest and is to be treated accordingly."

Meanwhile, at the treehouse, Slightly was causing a commotion. He had noticed Alice's disappearance and rushed to alert Peter.

"Peter, Peter!" he called while running through the halls. "Alice is missing! She isn't in her room!"

The older boy got up groggily and fixed his auburn hair. "What were you doing in her room…?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Oh, uhh… well, I—" the Lost Boy stammered. "I just noticed somethin' didn't seem right, so I came lookin' for her."

Peter raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead he whistled, and the rest of the Lost Boys ran and lined up in his room. They were still sleepy but tried their best to maintain their disciplined stance.

"Boys, our mother's gone missing," Peter stated in his authoritative voice. "She may have wandered off into the forest and gotten lost. Your mission is to bring her back safely." He eyed Slightly in particular. "Dismissed."

As the Lost Boys scurried out of his room, he flew out the window to scout from the sky. He was just as worried about Alice as Slightly was, but he refused to show that in front of the Lost Boys. After all, he was Peter Pan—their leader and role model.

Sensing the ruckus outside, Tinkerbell left her room and went out of the treehouse. She saw Peter floating around and approached him.

"Alice's gone missing, Tink," he told the fairy. "We've gotta find her."

The pixie saluted him and dove into the forest. There she met a firefly and, moments later, returned to Peter to report her findings.

"Kidnapped?" he repeated, eyes widened. "By Hook? That old codfish is still around? Okay, tell the Lost Boys. I'll go look for Hook's ship and bring back Alice."

Peter dove down to the area where Tinkerbell had gone and looked for any clues regarding Alice's kidnapping. When he saw a single firefly, his instincts told him to follow it. The firefly led him to the same meadow where Alice had gone earlier that evening. There he saw a clump of grass that seemed to have gone through a struggle.

"This must be where she was when they took her…" he murmured to himself.

He looked around and saw a half-broken branch. After that, there were no other clues, so Peter had no choice but to just follow the direction of the struggle. It was odd that a straight line led him to a concealed pirate ship, and it was perhaps the most luck he'd encountered that night. The ship was much smaller than the Jolly Roger, and pirates—Hook's crew—were guarding it.

A skinny pirate with an eye patch entered the captain's quarters. "Captain, Pan has been spotted."

Hook smiled. "Wonderful." He turned to Alice and said, "Alice dear, it's time to go and give Peter our warm welcome."

He led the young girl out the door and his nemesis quickly toward the ship. Peter had originally intended for a stealthy approach, but the mere sight of Alice pushed him to face the pirates head-on.

"Peter!" Alice called.

"Let her go, Hook!" Peter yelled from the clouds.

Captain Hook's smile became even more crooked—his plan was going quite perfectly. "Oh, Peter, I was simply making friends with dear little Alice. She seems to have a knack for music, you know." He released the girl. "Worry not, my dear boy. I'll let her off unharmed, although tradition does dictate that you fight for her freedom."

Without a second thought, Peter charged at Hook and the large pirate who had held Alice captive. The young girl was about to tell him not to fight, but he swiftly turned and grabbed her. In less than a second, he was in the air again with Alice in his arms.

"I'll get you, Peter Pan!" Hook yelled as his men aimed the cannons at the child.

Two cannons fired, but Peter dodged them both with ease.

"You'll never catch me, you old codfish!" the boy laughed.

Three more cannons, and he dodged them all. The cannonballs were shot in an alignment that allowed Peter to dodge them and, at the same time, get away from the ship.

When they were far enough, Peter set Alice down on a large boulder. Her mind was somewhat occupied, so she couldn't listen as the green-clad boy retold the events to her. She was there when it happened, so she wasn't exactly missing anything, but she nodded along anyway. The least she could do was acknowledge—and maybe laugh along—as he mocked the pirate captain whom he had bested countless times for decades.

"That's odd," she murmured. "I didn't think Hook would actually fire at us…"

"He's Captain Hook, Alice," Peter replied in an almost scolding tone. "He's a cold, heartless pirate, and he could've killed you if he wanted to."

"If he wanted to," she repeated, emphasizing the "if".

"But he can't do that if I'm around," the boy bragged. "I'll show you put the ol' codfish in his place." He floated up in the air and crowed excitedly like a rooster.

"Peter, he didn't seem to want to hurt me," she reasoned.

He raised an eyebrow at her and flew over her, looking at her as though she had carrots for ears.

"He was even teaching me how to play the piano. But I guess he was just trying to get me to trust him or something…"

"Exactly," he nodded. "And you should be more careful, Alice. Why were you out so late anyway?"

She grunted. "Nn. I needed some fresh air."

He chuckled. "You always need fresh air."

"What can I say? I just really appreciate nature's clean air," she joked but sighed almost immediately afterwards. "Well, I couldn't sleep…" she trailed off. "Still have some things on my mind. In fact, I wouldn't mind—" She yawned. "—sleeping out here, surrounded by fresh air, just to get my mind off of things…"

When Peter turned to look at her, she was already lying on the boulder and fast asleep. A smile formed on his lips, and he sank and lay beside her. The sleeping girl beside him instinctively snuggled her head into his neck and shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her to keep her warm. (A/N: Lol, sure, Peter. We believe you.)

It was already bright out when Alice awoke the next morning. Peter lay fast asleep on his tummy and had an arm over Alice's chest. She took the arm and gently moved it so that she wasn't trapped beside him. Unfortunately, the boy woke up from the contact.

"Mornin', Alice," he mumbled groggily.

"I can't believe we actually did sleep out here," she muttered with a soft giggle. She turned to look at the boy beside her and froze when she noticed the ever-persistent wet feeling.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Wha—nothing, nothing, I just—this, I mean—" She sighed in defeat. She couldn't possibly beat around the bush with this boy—at least, not with this subject matter. "I gotta change. Uhh…."

Alice took a risk—and a large risk at that—in showing her bloodstain to him, but she already knew he didn't know about menstrual periods. Showing him the blood would only make it seem urgent to him.

He got on his feet and carried her back to the treehouse. There, Cubby and Tootles waited. When the two older children arrived, Alice quickly ran to her room to change and Peter was barraged by Cubby.

"Where were ya all night, Peter?" the large Lost Boy asked. "The others are still out lookin' for you guys. Slightly hasn't come home at all since he found out Mother was missin'."

"Should we look for them?" Alice asked worriedly from inside her room—typical of a mother whose her children were out alone.

"Nah, they'll be fine on their own." Cubby turned to the older boy. "So what took ya so long? Where'd ya find her?"

"Hook caught 'er, Cubby," Peter told him. "I'll tell ya all about it tonight."

Alice exited her room, rolling her eyes at Peter. She thought of the night before—how she had trusted Hook, sort of, how she had been rescued so heroically by Peter, how he had stayed beside her and kept her warm through the cold night out. But what dominated her thoughts was the moment Peter laid his eyes on Alice's bloodstain. Her thoughts were interrupted by Cubby's stomach growling and the large boy himself grumbling about food.

"P—Peter…" Alice murmured as she approached the green-clad boy. "Umm, about this morning—"

"Oh, hey Alice." He turned around and cleared his throat. "What about this morning?"

"M—my bloodstain…"

"Hook must've hurt you pretty bad, huh?" he asked, taking her hand. "Don't worry, Alice. I'll never let him touch you again."

She pulled her hand out of his grasp and stared the boy in his eyes. "That's not it, Peter," she said. "Listen to me. My bleeding… it's not because I'm hurt or anything. I'm bleeding because—well, it's a sign of puberty… a sign of growing up—"

"You can't grow up!" he blurted out, turning away from her. "You can't…"

"Peter—"

"Not after Jane or Wendy or Mary…" He took her hand again. "I don't wanna lose anyone else ever again. I don't want you to grow up. Me and the Lost Boys—we need you, Alice. We need you."

Alice cupped Peter's cheek with her free hand and looked into his dark eyes. "There's more to life than growing up or staying a child forever, Peter. I hope you understand that." She faked a cough and broke her gaze. "Well, I hope those boys come back soon. They're making their mother worried."

Her voice was peculiar and uneasy, Peter noted. Perhaps he should ease the tension somehow.

"And their father," the boy added with a reassuring smile.

"Peter…" Her voice trailed off as she walked to the bed.

When she glanced at the doorway again, Peter wasn't there—he had gone outside. The girl plopped herself on her bed and scooted backwards to lean on the windowpane. She pulled her legs up and hugged her knees.

"That's the first time…" she murmured to herself, "someone didn't judge me for that…"

She looked outside and saw the trees and bushes rustling. There was no breeze though, so that only meant one thing. The Lost Boys were coming home.

Okay, this was a bit of a romantic chapter. That is, if you look past all of the swearing. But I apologize because I'm not very good with "romance". I honestly prefer UST to fluff, but mostly because I'm not good at writing fluff. This isn't really that fluffy. It's just really cheesy. Well, cheesy has always been part of Peter's appeal anyway. He has a peculiar charm about him.

But Hook has a plan that would lead to Peter's demise. Will it work? Who knows? Well, find out in the next chapters.

By the way, you can't imagine how much fun I had writing Alice's pissy dialogue. I kind of rant like that, so I'm a bit used to it, but Alice's rants are actually pretty different from mine in a lot of ways. I won't go into it. And please, don't try to hunt down my long-ass rants. They ain't pretty.

Aww, why don't you guys review? I'm uploading these as fast as I can. D: Since school just started again, I might have to halt my writing, and the breathtaking lack of reviews doesn't really help…

Emphasis on review. :|

I'm just kidding. I love you guys~~

~ froggy