"Wake up, my pets," said a horrible voice the next morning. Wendy recoiled as she opened her eyes and saw Hook kneeling in front of them. Peter pulled Wendy back with him into the corner, away from Hook.

"I know you are enjoying each others company but I must borrow your precious Peter for a moment." Not waiting for a response, Hook unlocked his collar and chain and pulled him roughly to his feet. Quickly tying his hands behind his back, he led Peter from the cabin onto the deck of the ship. The pirates were gathered around, waiting quietly and Peter knew this meant something bad was about to happen. Smee handed his captain something that was covered by a blanket and Hook held it in his good hand while his hook kept Peter's hands behind his back.

"My crew captured a little friend of yours last night in her attempt to rescue you. I can have none of that but thought you deserved the chance to say goodbye before I kill her." Peter's eyes widened and focused on the thing in Hook's hand. He yanked off the blanket and revealed Tinkerbell pressed against the glass of a lantern.

"Tink!" Tinkerbell beat her tiny fists on the lantern.

"Oh please Hook, she won't try to save me again. Just let her go."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Pan. Now I'm giving you two a proper farewell, don't ask for any more than that." He opened the lantern and grabbed the pixie by the wings. Holding her tightly in his fist, he held her in front of Peter's face and she looked up into the eyes of the boy she adored.

"Oh Tink," he said, his eyes filling with tears. Tinkerbell chimed and said something in fairy and Peter longed to reach out to her. Deciding that was enough time, Hook flung her back into the lantern and held it in front of Peter's face.

"Last words?"

"Hook…please-"

"A waste of last words, Peter Pan." Hook handed the lantern to a pirate near him, who quickly opened the lid and dumped in several smoking twigs before closing it again. Tinkerbell tried to fly away from the smoke but it surrounded her on all sides.

"Let's hope she suffocates before the fire appears," Hook hissed in Peter's ear. Tears streamed down Peter's face as he watched his friend try to escape her fate. He let out a little cry as he saw one of the twigs burst into flame, which sent out a little flame onto her dress. Frantically, the fairy tried to escape the fire but the flames grew and Tinkerbell was consumed by them.

"Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiink!" Peter let out a heart-wrenching yell as the pirates around him laughed and jeered. Peter went weak in the knees and wanted to collapse but Hook held him upright. The lantern was now so full of smoke and fire, Peter was sure his tiny friend was dead.

"Throw it overboard," Hook said nonchalantly and the pirate tossed the lantern into the ocean.

"You bastard!" Peter's knee came up between Hook's legs and he grunted in pain. One of his crew backhanded Peter, causing him to be flung aside. Hook grasped at his bruised groin and his eyes narrowed as his eyes focused on Peter. He cut the ropes that bound the lad's hands and grabbed a fistful of his hair, causing Peter to hiss in pain.

"You will regret that boy. First your fairy, then your whore. I can destroy you, Pan, by taking a little piece of your heart each time. For now, I shall relish in your pain." He swiftly brought down his hook and dug into Peter's back. The lashes from the beating he had taken his first night reopened and bled. Peter cried out as the hook dragged down his spine, drawing blood in its wake. He lifted the hook then plunged it in again, creating lines across his back and shoulders. Blood poured from his injures and Hook continued to mutilate the boy's back. Peter was lightheaded from the pain and Hook nodded to his men, who pulled him upright and held him tightly. Hook whispered something to one of his crew and he disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he was dragging Wendy behind him and flung her into the arms of the crewmen. Peter's eyes shot open and he tossed his head violently.

"No!" He attempted to crawl toward Hook and beg him to leave her alone. But Hook's boot shot out and kicked him the chest, which sent him sprawling backwards. When he sat up, he saw Wendy was tied to the mast, her back to the crew. The pirates yanked her gown off and flung it aside, leaving her exposed to the entire ship. She struggled furiously, not being able to see what was happening behind her. Peter watched Hook with wide eyes until he saw one of the pirates move toward her, holding a deadly looking whip in his hands. His jaw dropped and he started to sob.

"Please, Hook, don't do this! I'll do anything-" The whip was already sailing through the air and she let out a scream as it ripped at her delicate flesh. The bosun was quick and the whip lashed out again. Wendy was screaming, pleading for them to stop as the whip lashed against her bare back and buttocks. Peter could hardly see her through his tears. He hated himself for bringing this kind of pain to her. If he could ram himself into Hook's sword right now, he would.

"Hook, let me trade places with her! Beat me yourself if you wish but please stop this!" Hook held his hand up and the pirate stopped in mid-swing.

"Have you learned your lesson, Pan? Will you behave like a good little boy?"

"Yes, yes, just please stop hurting her." Hook considered him for a moment before nodding to another pirate, who swiftly cut her down. He gestured to the pirates who held onto Peter's arms and they threw him forward.

"Take her back to the cabin and tend to her." Peter rushed to her side and easily lifted her into his arms. She cried out at the contact but Peter had grabbed her dress and was hurrying back to the cabin. There he gently laid her on the floor and stroked her hair.

"Forgive me, Wendy." Smee knocked on the door and silently handed Peter a bucket of water and several clean towels. Casting a glance at the girl on the floor and shaking his head, he withdrew from the cabin and closed the door behind him. Peter knelt at her side and dipped the towel into the warm water.

"This will sting a bit, Wendy, but I need to clean you up." She let out a scream when the water touched her wounds. Peter's eyes filled with tears as he touched the warm towel to her torn flesh. Wendy didn't resist but she kept crying out as he cleaned her up. He ignored his own screaming back and was determined to care for his Wendy first. By the time he had finished, the bucket of water looked like the reddest wine. She remained on her stomach, sobbing into the floor. His hand softly stroked her hair and he waited patiently for her to cry all of her tears. Finally, she looked up at him with streaming eyes. They widened as if she had seen a ghost behind him and as he whirled around, she let out a little scream.

"Wendy, what is it?"

"Peter…what have they done to you?" He had completely forgotten about his own wounds, only focusing on Wendy. She scrambled up and turned him gently so that she could examine his back. He grimaced when her finger touched one of his wounds and she clapped her hands to her mouth.

"Oh Peter, we have to stop the bleeding! You should have told me—"

"You're more important," he cut her off. "I've lost a load of blood before, this was nothing."

"Stubborn boy," Wendy muttered, shaking her head. She pulled her dress on, wincing as the material brushed against her lashes, and went to beat on the door.

"Mr. Smee! Please, we need help." Miraculously Smee poked his head in and Wendy softly asked for more clean water. He was back in minutes with a fresh bucket and some fresh cloths. Wendy set to work on Peter, giving him the same tender care he had just given her. He winced at the pain but did not cry out. He refused to let Wendy see him cry. She knew by his red eyes that he had cried but he refused to let her see actual tears. But thinking of Tinkerbell and her cruel fate made him suddenly shake with sobs.

"Peter, what is it?" When he didn't answer, only continued to sob, she put the cloth down and went to kneel in front of him. Cupping his chin, she forced him to look at her and he lunged into her arms. She held him close, stroking his hair and gently rubbing his arm. She allowed him to soak her dress with his tears and didn't say a word until he sat back and furiously rubbed his eyes. Not looking at her, his lips quivered as he said, "Tink's dead." Wendy's hands flew to her mouth. She did not ask how or why, she knew Hook was the cruelest man in the world and he needed no reason to make Peter suffer. She also knew they had made him watch, however they had done it, and she could see the pain and suffering in his eyes. Silently, she pulled him to her again and he held onto her for dear life.

"Wendy…I bring so much suffering to those I care about. You have already endured so much…if he does anything else to you…I don't know what I'll do—" his tears overpowered him at the horrible vision of Wendy dying at Hook's hand and he collapsed into her arms again. She could say nothing; how could she promise him that nothing like that would happen? She was no longer holding out hope for a rescue and was sure they would both meet their ends on that ship. She only hoped that they would die together. If she had to witness Peter's death, she didn't think she could handle it. She would die of heartbreak seconds later anyway. Wendy pushed his golden hair out of his eyes and planted a warm kiss on his lips. She went back behind him to finish cleaning him up and Peter felt numb to the pain now. She winced as she siphoned the blood, she noticed how torn the skin was. She swore she thought she saw bone in some places. Wishing she had bandages or gauze, she continued to run the warm cloth up and down his back. She gave his back the gentlest of kisses and he shivered as her lips touched his skin.

"May my kisses hold the same healing power they once did. May you feel no more pain." He turned around to face her and pulled her in close for a kiss. His tongue demanded entry into her mouth and he hungrily devoured her, thinking only of her and how much he desired her. He pushed past the sorrow and pain and sank into her love and she responded to his kisses with moans of longing. Her hands traveled down his tanned flesh, down his smooth stomach and shyly, she brought her hands to his quivering member. He moaned into her mouth at the contact and his hand covered hers, as she stroked him through his clothing. Her lips moved from his down his face, to suck gently at his throat, licking down his rippled abs, down to the edge of his leafy trousers. Watching her with lusty fascination, he slowly lowered to his back and ignored the pain the floor brought his aching body. Wendy went back to consuming his mouth then ran her tongue down the length of his body, pausing to suck at certain spots on his chest and lower stomach. With shaking hands, she pulled at the trousers and he lifted his hips to allow them to slide down. His aching cock sprang free and her eyes widened as they fastened upon his length. Leaning forward, pure instinct driving her on, Wendy teased him mercilessly, running her tongue all round as she squeezed at his inner thighs. Her long curls brushed against the throbbing head and he shivered in delight. Peter had never been touched like this before, save for his own hand and nothing, he decided, could ever bring him the pleasure that she was giving him. Yet another mark of how grown up he had become, Peter had, on more than one occasion, started to explore his own body. His many sexual fantasies, all of them involving Wendy, along with his own hand had brought him to the glorious gate of heaven itself. He didn't altogether understand the sensations that coursed through his body but it would be a lie to say he didn't like it. And not until watching the Indians had he realized that someone else could share in those kind of pleasures, that a woman could make a man that weak. He hadn't understood it until now.

Wendy's hand enclosed around the base and she moved her hands up and down slowly. Peter threw his head back, his eyes closed in delicious ecstasy. She started to kiss up and down his length and by the time she took him in her mouth, Peter felt like he would lose all control. His hands went to her hair and she let him guide her, showing her what he wanted. Crying out her name, he released himself just as her lips left him. He looked up and saw she was covered with white.

"Oh Wendy, I'm sorry," he panted. But she just smiled and wiped herself clean.

"Don't be sorry, that was supposed to happen. It means it felt good."

"Yes it did," he agreed, leaning his head back onto the floor and trying to catch his breath. "I want to give you that now."

"What?" He leaned up and conquered her mouth again and his hands hastily pulled her gown over her head. Wendy didn't voice the pain she felt as he lowered her to her back and climbed over her body. One hand went to the back of her head as he cradled her, the other slid down her velvety skin to her perfect mounds. He loved how soft her skin was and he cupped one of her breasts in his palm, tweaking her nipple and making her cry out. Breaking their kiss, he gave her that cocky smile before he made his way down her body, his tongue creating trails of fire as he traveled over her belly button, down her hip bone, down to where she was growing moist with anticipation. Now that Hook was not here, Peter felt free to explore her body as he wanted. Both his hands drifted slowly down her legs, cupping at her thighs and making her moan. He cupped her tender core and inserted a single finger, moving it around and loving how it made her whimper. He leaned down to claim her mouth again and inserted a second finger. His back was screaming from the position he was in but he didn't care. He didn't care about a single thing, save for Wendy at that moment. Pumping his fingers in and out, she started bucking her hips to meet his hands. Breaking their kiss, he lowered his mouth to his fingers and blew softly on her opening. Her body quaked underneath him and his tongue ran along the soft flesh of her inner thigh before joining his fingers. Spreading her folds, his tongue flicked in and out and he relished the sound of her crying out his name. Spreading her legs wider, he sank deeper into her, devouring her essence. Wendy's hands went to her hair as she was going wild with desire. Peter's tongue drove her over the edge and screaming his name, she reached her peak. Smiling that smug smile, he leaned down to kiss her again and her hands wrapped in his hair, pulling him closer. She broke the kiss suddenly and stared up at him.

"What's the matter?"

"I want you to make love to me, Peter." Peter's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Hook is going to try to make me his…he is going to try to conquer my body…but I want you to be my first. You already have my hidden kiss…now I give you something else no other man has or will ever have. I want you to make me yours." Peter stared into her eyes, loving her even more. His hand stroked her face and her eyes closed at his touch.

"You've always been mine." He shifted his body over hers and she spread her legs to allow him more access. He looked down and bit his lip. He really didn't know what to do and he wanted to make Wendy feel wonderful. But she cupped his cheek reassuringly and gave him a loving smile. Peter positioned himself at her entrance, grinding against her and feeling them both growing wet with want. His breathing was heavy and he looked into her eyes uncertainly.

"Tell me if I hurt you."

"You could never do that," she whispered. He slowly slid into her, until he met resistance. He looked at her in question and she merely nodded. Her hands held onto his arms and she leaned up to kiss him as he thrust his hips forward. She let out a little whimper and Peter was shocked to see a tear form on her face.

"Wendy, I did hurt you!"

"No Peter, it just hurts for a moment. Just…give me a second. I'll tell you when to start moving." But Peter shook his head and looked down at where they were joined together in fear. Not wanting to hurt her anymore, he started to slide out of her but Wendy's legs wrapped around the back of his thighs and she pushed him back in. Peter groaned as he felt himself being enveloped by her warm walls and they seemed to fit so perfectly together. Seeing she was no longer hurting, he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper. Wendy threw her head back and let out a breathy moan. The sound of it spurred him on and he leaned down to suck on her breast as he continued to plunge in and out of her. Wishing to avoid his back at all cost, she ran her nails down his arms and pulled at his hair to pull his mouth back to hers. Feeling himself getting close to that wonderful precipice he was all too familiar with, Peter increased his thrusts until they were screaming each others' names. He felt her clench down around him and with a jerk of his hips, he felt something surge out of him and into her. Not wanting to separate, he rested his head on her breast for a moment. Their breathing was heavy, the air was rich with sex and passion, their bodies were flushed from their lovemaking. Peter looked up into her eyes and decided she was the most beautiful creature in the world. Leaning up to kiss her, he slid out of her and he immediately missed being joined with her. Settling on his side, he pulled Wendy onto her side and into his arms. Lying behind her, his hand rested on her hip and he kissed at her neck and shoulders softly. Wendy closed her eyes and brought Peter's arm around her.

"I love you, Peter Pan." Peter's eyes closed at the sound of it, not being able to answer. Without waiting for a response, Wendy slipped off to a peaceful sleep.