A/N: A very short chapter this time, but it's building up to something rather special. Thank you for all the reviews! This will not be a typical Hook/Wendy story and the characters will fight it as long as possible, but hopefully the outcome will be worth the wait, and the drama in between!

Chapter 3

Upon their return to the home under the ground, Peter Pan had hidden himself away in his bedchamber, allowing the orphans to acquaint themselves with their new lodgings. He had studied the necklace so hard that he thought his brain would explode from all the thinking he had done, but still he could not recall why he had known it was a kiss, or whom it had belonged to. In the end Tinker Bell, who, I can assure you, knew exactly whom the pendant belonged to, persuaded Peter to give up and eat some of the delicious meal she and the boys had prepared. He reluctantly agreed, hanging the necklace on a loose root so he would remember to come back and study it later. He left the chamber with a sigh and with a flutter of her wings Tink had angrily flown over to the necklace and pulled it from its place, dropping it under Peter's bed where she knew he would never find it: as that is where all unwanted objects end up.

It was a good number of hours before Wendy was brought back up on deck. In the meantime she tried to calm her worries with stories, but they didn't seem to be as effective as they had been when she was younger. So instead she had analysed her predicament, realising that the sooner she found Peter, the sooner she could leave Neverland. She had contemplated Hook's words too, about Peter not being able to survive without Hook and vice versa, and had deduced that if Hook did kill Peter, the boy would be brought back to life and all would begin again. However, the idea of leading Peter to his death was something Wendy could not comprehend, even in these unusual circumstances, and so her mind once again drew a blank on what to do.

She was interrupted in her thoughts by none other than the first mate, Smee. He bumbled into the brig, humming cheerfully to himself as he unlocked the cell door before helping Wendy up with a mumbled apology. Stumbling slightly as the ship swayed, she was led up onto the deck where she was surprised to discover that it was no longer daytime and the moon instead overlooked Neverland, aided by a thousand twinkling stars.

"Good evening, my dear. How have you been?"

Wendy turned to Hook, finding no need to reply to his question as he knew the answer perfectly well.

"I will not help you catch Peter."

His brow rose, and with a sigh he approached Wendy, his hook caressing her cheek before grazing over the cut it had produced earlier. She hissed as pain shot through her, to which the rest of the crew laughed heartily. With a quick snap of his head, Hook turned to his men.

"Back to your duties!"

Without a moment's hesitation each man had returned to his post, although they still continued to listen into their Captain's conversation, occasionally turning their heads to see what was unfolding between Hook and his captive. Hook returned his gaze to Wendy, guiding her into his cabin, much to the rest of the crew's disappointment. When they were inside he held her against the cabin door, his hand firmly against her throat. Leaning close to her, he whispered gently, "If you have any wish to return home, you will do exactly as I say. Now," he smirked, pulling a pistol from his belt, pointing it at Wendy's heart, "move over there."

"What?"

He lifted the pistol, shooting out of the window to the side of her. Wendy screamed, at which point she could hear the other pirates gasp and then start to converse excitedly among themselves as to what might have happened. Hook lowered the pistol once more and cocked the trigger, ready to fire. With a gasp, Wendy did as she was told.

"Do you fear me, Wendy Darling?"

The question caught her by surprise, and to be truthful, at that moment, she really did. However, the more Wendy thought about it, the more she realised that she had never really feared Hook, to her he was merely an adventure: a little dangerous perhaps, but nothing to be feared.

"No, I do not."

Lowering his pistol in a rare moment of empathy, Hook studied the woman before him. He so badly wanted her to fear him, to cower at his might and beg for her freedom, but this was Wendy Darling, and she would do no such thing. Of course, he could try and break her, lock her in the brig for days and let her starve, but no, it was not her body that needed to break, it was her mind.

A snarl released itself from Hook's lips, causing Wendy to look up at him in shock. His mouth twisting into a smirk, Hook began to stride towards her, quickly closing the gap between them before she had time to consider running away. He raised his Hook to her chin, making sure she had no other option but to look up at him, which she did so with only slight hesitation. Wendy couldn't help but shiver at the coldness of the blade, and, taking this for fear, Hook chuckled quietly to himself.

"I will make you fear me, Wendy Darling. I will make you fear your very existence."

Gathering up all her courage, Wendy snarled back.

"Never! I am not scared of you!"

There was a pause as Hook drank in the determination that laced her inquisitive blue eyes. Then, with the slowest of movements, he softly began to stroke Wendy's hair, leaning in close to her ear as she turned her head away.

"Oh, but you will be."