Peter groaned and felt his head. He felt something hot and sticky running down the side of his face and tried to open his eyes, only to discover some kind of cloth was hindering his sight. He reached back to untie it but the cloth wouldn't budge. His hands felt the ground beside him and he felt straw all around him. Groaning, he tried to rise to his feet but nearly fell and grabbed at whatever was in front of him. He clutched at metal bars and started to panic. What was going on? Where was he and more importantly, where was Wendy?

"Oy, he's up! Someone grab the brat and bring him up." Peter heard footsteps and the bars opening and felt someone grab him.

"What's going on? Who are you?"

"Shut it, boy. The Cap'n would like a word with ye." Someone dragged Peter from the cell and he felt stairs underneath his feet. He could hear the sounds of the ocean in the distance and knew he had to be on a ship. He prayed it wasn't the ship he thought it was. But Peter wasn't stupid. He knew who had poisoned Wendy even before he had been knocked out. The man flung him into a room and he went sprawling on the floor. Again, he tried to take the rag off his eyes but the knot was too tight. Peter jumped at the sound of cloth ripping, chains rattling, but no voices spoke out.

"What the hell is going on? Speak to me!"

"Impatient as ever, aren't we boy," a cruel voice that sounded it was inches from his face. Peter backed into the wall and his hand searched blindly for some kind of weapon.

"What have you done with Wendy?"

"Where do you think she is?"

"If you hurt her, I swear to you—"

"Stop with the swearing. Your empty promises bore me. I'll touch your Wendy if I damn well please. And who are you to stop me? You've become a man, Peter Pan. Not hardly the boy that used to rule over Neverland." Peter swung out, hoping his fist would meet flesh but the voice just chuckled.

"So weak, you've become. Never would have guessed it. So how did you do it, Peter, hm? How on earth did you find her? How did you get your memories back and become so happy again?"

"You thought you could tear us apart and you failed. I told you once, Hook. Her love will always protect me. You can't hurt me because I have the love of the most wonderful woman that ever lived. And you will never destroy our love. We've been through hell and back and we're still strong. So when will you give up? When will you realize you can't win?"

"Pretty words from a brat who won't survive the night. You want to know where your precious Wendy is, boy? Right in front of you." The cloth was yanked from his eyes and blinking, he saw a limp figure chained to the ceiling. Her head hung forward, her long hair hiding her face, but he saw her eyes were closed. Her beautiful gown had been shredded and discarded as she hung in her chains, stark naked. He launched himself toward her but Hook caught him around the middle and tutted.

"Not so fast, boy, you don't know what I have planned for our little prize there."

"You won't touch her, you evil bastard! Let her go! Let her go right now!" Peter beat against Hook and flailed in his arms and Hook let out a whistle. Two huge men came bursting through the door and wrapped Peter tightly in ropes, binding him to the spot. Hook grabbed a fistful of Peter's hair, making him hiss in pain.

"You wanted to bring her back to Neverland, didn't you Peter? Hm? Well now you're both here. And so a happy family we shall make." He chuckled at Peter's horrorstruck expression. "Family…yes. What say you, Peter? Have you a little Pan growing inside of there? Shall we test the loyalty and fidelity of fair Wendy?" Peter struggled furiously with his bindings.

"You lay one finger on her, Hook, I swear to you I will cut off the other hand! Right before I slit your throat!"

"Such hostility, boy. That is no way to treat the ruler of Neverland, you know." Peter stopped struggling for a moment, looking shocked at Hook's words.

"Oh yes, you don't know, do you. Well since you abandoned Neverland, I took over for you. And I set certain rules, you see. For example, previous rulers of Neverland are never allowed to return, under pain of death. And you see, you have broken that rule."

"You're mad if you think you're their King!"

"Better me than some puny insolent youth flying all over the place and kidnapping children from their bedrooms. I have much support and so I shall display your body for all of Neverland to see, so that they may see what happens to those who defy their King." Peter's heart hammered in his chest. It couldn't be true. He couldn't imagine how everyone was being treated. Surely they would have rebelled against him. But in support of whom? If they truly believed Peter had abandoned them, he had no hope whatsoever of rallying support. He had no hope of regaining his throne. His head hung, defeated and Hook laughed loudly.

"Even Peter Pan falls to James Hook, King of Neverland! Chain him up, boys. I need time to think of what we should do with our guests here." Peter didn't struggle as he was hoisted to his feet and chained to the wall. He blinked back tears as he stared at Wendy's limp body, unable to help her. He should have known. He should have known at the moment they were happiest, something horrible would happen and rip away their joy.

"Wendy?" he whispered softly after the men had gone. "Wendy, can you hear me?"

"Peter?" her voice was a weak whisper and it made Peter's heart hurt even more. "What's going on? Where are we?"

"It doesn't matter. None of that matters. I love you so much, Wendy. No matter what happens, know that I will always love you."

"Peter, I don't understand. Who's done this?"

"I love you Wendy. That's all that matters."

"I love you too, Peter." They both succumbed to the sleep that overcame them and brought nothing but nightmarish visions to the young couple.

Back at the Goldberg mansion, Mr. Goldberg was questioning his staff about the missing bride and groom. Miss Hillock sniffed as she told him that she had left Wendy in the kitchen for a moment so she could serve the drinks. When she returned, she and Peter had disappeared. All that was left was Wendy's lovely headdress, lying on the floor.

"People don't just disappear! Someone took them! We have to find them. Now!" The staff had never seen Mr. Goldberg so angry. Tori clung to her mother, weeping into her dress.

"Mummy, I'm scared. What if they get hurt?"

"Now now, love, Peter is a strong lad. He can protect himself and Wendy too."

"Not in my dreams, Mummy. A mean man with a hook for a hand always hurt Peter. I think that's who has him."

"Poppycock. A man with a hook for a hand…really, Victoria." The front door opened and Mr. Goldberg stepped out into the night, puffing on his pipe.

"Any news?"

"None. I suppose we should alert the girl's family. I don't really know what we could tell them but we….why, Victoria, what's the matter dearest?" Sniffing, Tori tumbled into her father's arms and he held her close.

"Something about dreaming about a man with a hook for a hand hurting Peter," Mrs. Goldberg said quietly behind Tori's back. Mr. Goldberg's eyes widened and he pulled Tori back to look at her.

"Tori, this man in your dreams. What did he look like?"

"He…he…" Mr. Goldberg wiped the tears from his daughter's face and set his hands on her shoulders.

"I need you to calm down and tell me every detail, sweetheart. It's very important." Mrs. Goldberg frowned as Tori told her father exactly what the hooked man looked like. Mr. Goldberg rose to his feet and continued to puff on his pipe, looking worried.

"What is it?"

"Hook. The man who brought Peter to the house. According to Peter, that's who kidnapped them in the first place. He must have them now."

"But we don't know that for sure! And where do you suppose he took them? We'll never find them in time, Charles."

"Daddy, look!" Tori had let out a shout and was pointing to something behind Mr. Goldberg, He and Mrs. Goldberg gasped as they saw a tiny ball of light fluttering toward them. When it got close enough, they could see that the ball was actually a tiny human with exquisite wings growing out of her back.

"It's a fairy," Tori exclaimed.

"Rubbish. Fairy, indeed. Probably a…trick of the light." The fairy jingled and floated closer to Tori's face, continuing to jingle. She looked sad.

"I can't understand you, I'm sorry. But you must hurry! Hook has Peter and Wendy! He's going to hurt them. You must do something! You must save them." The fairy lightly touched the young girl's cheek then disappeared in a flash of light. The Goldbergs gasped and looked around.

"Yes, that's it. A trick of the light," Mr. Goldberg muttered, running his fingers through his hair. Tori closed her eyes and clasped her hands together in prayer.

"Save them, please."

The next morning, the sunlight poured in through the open window and nearly blinded the dozing lovers. Peter opened his eyes and winced at the light. His wrists were raw and sore from the chains and his throat burned for some water. He glanced at his sleeping wife who dozed with her head hung on her chest. Her long hair covered her curves but the rest of her body was clearly on display, which made Peter's skin crawl. Before he could get a chance to speak to her, the door was thrust open and Hook strode in, very elaborately dressed. Behind him three members of his crew and Smee stood, nervously awaiting their orders.

"Good morning, my pets. I trust you slept well?" Peter merely glared at the captain and Hook backhanded the young man, making Peter spit blood.

"I don't appreciate being glared at, boy. Respect your elders." He moved to Wendy and gently patted her cheeks.

"Wake up, dearest heart. Time to wake up now." Moaning a little, Wendy's eyes fluttered open and she gasped when she saw who stood in front of her.

"Ah I shall never forget those eyes, Wendy Darling. Those eyes have haunted me for years."

"It's Wendy Pan now and you keep your hands off me, you barbarian," she snapped, rearing back as far as she could get from him. Despite everything, Peter had to smile. That smile quickly disappeared, however, as Hook slapped her sharply across the face.

"Hook, get away from her!" Hook ignored Peter and leaned in closer, his face inches away from Wendy's. He grasped her chin tightly and forced her to look into his eyes. He spoke so low that only she could hear him.

"Do you know that your prince's days are limited? When I've disposed of him, I'll need to take a queen for what is a king without someone to share his throne with? What say you my dear? With you by my side, we'll be unstoppable." Wendy's eyes narrowed and she spat directly in his face. Grimacing, Hook wiped at his eyes and stepped back from the girl.

"You'll regret your decision, my girl. Mark my words. But no matter. I shall change your mind. One way or another. What does Pan say to you to get you into bed, hm? Does he whisper sweet nothings into your ear?" He circled Wendy, leaning in to smell her hair and his hands itched to touch her. She had an incredible body, Hook thought, and he longed to dominate it as his own. With a jerk of his head, one of the men came up behind Peter and roughly tied a rag around his mouth. He started to cover his eyes as well but Hook held up a hand.

"I want him to see this. I want to see the rage in his eyes when he sees me take his sweet Wendy." Keeping his eyes on Peter's, Hook reached out and stroked Wendy's flesh with his fingertip. Peter grunted against his gag and struggled furiously. Chuckling, Hook brought both of his hands to Wendy's breasts and squeezed. Wendy tossed about in her chains but Hook kept a firm hold on her and his hands traveled down her body, caressing her sweet curves. He stood behind her and unbuckled his trousers. Wendy's feet scrabbled against the floor to get away as she felt his hardened length on her backside.

"Get the hell away from me you sick bastard! Don't you dare!"

"If you don't stop fighting, I'll slit your throat, wench," he hissed in her ear. She kicked back and met his shin as he grunted in pain. He sighed and jerked his head again. One of the pirates approached Peter from behind and held a sharp blade to his throat. Peter tossed his head back to avoid the sharp point that was already drawing a few droplets of blood. The pirate grinned as he buried his fingers in Peter's hair and yanked. Peter grunted in pain as he struggled against the men who held him. Wendy's eyes were wide as she watched the horror in front of her. Her terrified eyes met Peter's and they filled with tears as he shook his head at her. Hook's finger traced her cheek and his tongue touched the tip of her ear, making her shudder.

"Submit to me or watch my men slit his throat." Tears streaming down her face, her eyes still fixed on Peter's, she nodded and Hook pushed her legs apart with his knee and thrust into her. Tears continued to fall but she didn't cry out. Hook took her brutally, slicing her thighs with his hook and slicing the flesh of her lower belly. Peter tossed his head and grunted at the atrocities before him but he was powerless to stop it. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw his love being taken by their greatest enemy. Hook quickly unfastened Wendy's chains and allowed her to fall to the floor before he straddled her and took her again and again. Wendy didn't struggle; she let it all happen so that they wouldn't harm Peter anymore. It was just like the days in the whorehouses. She lay there and let it happen and allowed her mind to wander away from the room. Hook grunted in pleasure and Wendy knew he was close. Pulling out of her, he released and sighed in delight.

"You are exquisite. Now I understand why he keeps you around." Wendy didn't say anything but lay completely motionless. Hook buckled his trousers and stood before Peter, who glared at him in hatred. Without another word, Hook motioned for his men to follow him and they took their leave. Wendy groaned and started to move and Peter ached to be able to comfort her. He struggled against the chains that held him and Wendy seemed to notice for the first time. Jumping to her feet, she tugged the cloth from his mouth and her eyes held his for the longest time. Peter saw hers rapidly fill with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Peter. I'm sorry, I couldn't let them-"

"Wendy, sweetheart, I know. I love you. You mean more to me than anything in this whole world." Brushing her tears away, Wendy leaned in and kissed him softly before curling up at his feet and closing her eyes. Peter stared down at her, wanting more than anything to be able to hold her and assure her everything would be alright. He continued to watch her, praying they would survive the night.

Peter's eyes shot open at the sounds of Wendy's screams that echoed on the walls.

"Wendy?!" He frantically looked around and saw Hook crouching over her at his feet. With a cry of outrage, Peter's foot shot out, aiming for Hook's ribcage but Hook gave him an irritated look and looked at one of his men.

"Would you detain Pan properly, please?" Peter heard his chains being unlocked but he wasn't given a chance to move; a large beefy arm wrapped around his throat, ready to snap his neck should he try to escape.

"Hook! Release her now," he managed to gasp. Hook glanced back at him, holding up a red quill that seemed to drip blood. Wendy lay facedown with her back to Hook. Peter's eyes widened then narrowed as he beat against his captor.

"Oh tosh, Pan, she's being overdramatic. I have given all of my men tattoos and they didn't scream this much." He lowered the quill to her flesh once again and she let out a fresh shriek as the point was pressed into her skin. When he finished, he pulled back to admire his work and motioned toward the pirates who held Peter. They thrust him forward so that he could see what Hook had etched into done. Across her hip, the words "Property of Jas Hook" oozed with blood.

"You bastard, I'll kill you, I'll KILL you!" Peter fought furiously to get to Hook, wanting more than ever to slit his throat with his own hook.

"After I've gotten rid of you, no other man may touch her. She belongs to me now." He leaned down and grasped a handful of Wendy's curls and pulled, making her whimper in pain.

"Do you hear me, my beauty? You are mine. Plain and simple."

"I'll never belong to you," she said through clenched teeth. She cried out again as the hook dug into her other hip and left a deep trail of blood. Hook rose to his feet and stared down at the still girl before turning back to Peter, who had murder in his eyes.

"Bind and gag him. Let's see what Neverland thinks about their former prince." The pirates quickly wrapped his arms with thick rope and once again, a rag tied around his mouth.

"Bring them both up on deck." Hook disappeared and one of the men yanked Peter up the stairs, followed by another holding Wendy.

A crowd had seemed to gather and Peter could make out shapes he recognized. He saw Princess Tiger Lily and her people standing on shore, shielding their faces with their hands. He could see the mermaids assembled in the ocean below him, Reyna's face staring up at him with worry. The creatures of Neverland had gathered on the shore to hear what King Hook had come to say.

"Citizens of Neverland! I give you your former prince!" The pirate who held Peter thrust him into the air for all to see. He could see everyone's expressions turn to horror when they saw him. He knew they all believed him to be dead or gone forever.

"What have you done to him," Tiger Lily cried.

"You know very well what the law says about a former ruler returning to Neverland. He has returned in hopes of stealing my throne and that is punishable by death."

"It is the Pan who wears the crown," the chief of the tribe said solemnly. "The Pan is the Prince of Neverland. He did not choose you as successor and it is obvious you have played a part in his disappearance."

"He thinks to take my place with a wench at his side! He has brought a mortal to our world, to be his queen. A whore, to be exact."

"Show us this woman." Hook snapped his fingers and another pirate thrust Wendy forward. She trembled and sobbed as the wind whipped her hair and she was exposed to all of Neverland. Peter's blood was boiling. She was to be the Mother of all of Neverland and she should never be seen like this. Tiger Lily did not miss the blood on her thighs, the deep gashes in her belly, and the bruises around her pelvis.

"What have you done to the girl?"

"I have done nothing, Princess Tiger Lily. She has betrayed her husband and has committed vile acts with members of my crew. A hussy, if ever I saw one. Does the law not state the Queen of Neverland must be loyal only to the King?" Tiger Lily's eyes narrowed.

"I do not trust him," she muttered to her father. "Hook is playing tricks and we must rescue Peter."

"And we shall," he whispered back.

Peter stood with his hands bound behind his back, staring out at all of his friends and family. He tossed his head about, attempting to loosen the rag and when he had it off his mouth he jumped onto the edge of the deck.

"Neverland! James Hook has taken hold of the throne with lies and deceit. He tells you I have abandoned you when he is the one who held me prisoner on his ship for months! Now he lies to you and tells you I bring you a whore for your queen. Friends, look upon us. My wife has never strayed and will always remain by my side. We come to you now as your future king and queen, if you will have us."

"Silence!" Hook growled, making his way to the boy.

"Will you stand up for us? Will you fight with us? Help us take back the crown! Help me usurp the usurper!"

"Enough of this! Hold him, boys." Peter was on the verge of jumping into the sea but one quick look at his wife held him back. He still could not leave her. One of the pirates grabbed him and yanked him back, pulling on his ropes. Hook called for a sword and a handsome cutlass was handed to him. The pirates held Peter tightly while one of the men held his right hand out on the edge of the deck, a leather rope holding his arm down. Peter struggled against the men and his eyes narrowed when Hook stood in front of him.

"You won't likely survive this, boy. Any last words?"

"Kill me then. But you'll never be King of Neverland. The people won't allow it."

"The people have allowed it because they are too weak to fight back. And they won't have a pathetic little boy to follow anymore," Hook raised the cutlass and swung whole-heartedly. The man who held the leather rope in place went flying and the men who held Peter struggled to contain his thrashing body. The air was filled with Wendy's screams as soon as she saw the blood. Peter bent over his mutilated limb and tried to steady his breathing.

"Hook, release him! You dare to harm the true Prince of Neverland?"

"I do dare, Princess! And I will show you all what happens when you cross James Hook!" He handed the cutlass to someone to hold and fingered his own sword. Peter's breathing was heavy as his lifeblood continued to gush out all over the deck. He didn't hear a word of what Hook was saying to the crowd that had gathered or what he was saying to his crew. He didn't notice when the pirate captain had crossed to his sobbing wife and had whispered something in her ear. And he didn't notice when Hook bent down and took a fistful of his hair and yanked back. Only when he felt the tip of the sword against his heart did he know what was about to happen.

"And so ends the great Peter Pan," Hook hissed before he thrust the sword in Peter's chest. He let out a gasp as he felt the blade pierce his heart and Hook allowed him to fall to the deck. For good measure, Hook twisted the sword savagely and grinned as he saw the light flicker and die in Peter's eyes. Wendy's screams and sobs could be heard on the other side of Neverland. Tiger Lily was screaming obscenities at Hook and the mermaids were bashing against the ship, attempting to knock the pirates into the water. Peter's eyes met Wendy's as they slowly closed and he took his last breath.

"Ship's company! Hats off, and a moment of silence for our fallen enemy." With a cruel laugh, Hook jerked his head and Peter's body was lifted into the air. He nodded to the pirate who held him and he tossed the bloody carcass into the water. Wendy's cries of anguish ripped through the air as she tossed and struggled with the pirates who held her. Without a backwards glance at his fallen enemy, Hook gave his orders to the quartermaster and retired to his cabin. Wendy was dragged down below, still screaming hysterically.

Reyna sniffed sadly as she set Peter's lifeless body down on the beach. The mermaids wailed and disappeared beneath the waves, Reyna casting a last glance at Peter before she joined them. Tiger Lily knelt beside the body of her prince and tore the ropes off, weeping into his clothes. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up into the eyes of her father.

"You know what happens now. Come." Taking a deep breath, Tiger Lily followed her father back to the village as several Indians carried Peter's body over their heads.

think that's enough of a cliff hanger for ya...please keep those reviews coming, i really appreciate them! :)