Hello, my dear readers!

Sorry that at lasted once again longer to publish the next update, but especially at the beginning of a new year, there is so much extra-work I didn't find much spare time to write. But I'm sure the new chapter makes up for the waiting.

Thank you so much for the feedback you gave the last chapter. I'm amazed how many readers are still following this looooong story. Thanks for this loyalty.

Uh, one little information for those who contact me concerning further ideas for this story or future projects: I'm honored that you put so many thoughts on the story or have suggestions for further fanfictions, but this story already is already 'finished' in my mind and the next project is planned. I also appreciate that you want to make some fanart and I'm happy about it. So, if you have something finished, send me a link where I can have a look on it. Sorry that I answer officially like this. But I got a hole 'bunch' of similar offers all of sudden, so I am a little bit suspicious.

But now off to Surrey in 1909.

Have fun

Yours Lywhn / Starflight

Chapter 77 – Two Different Homes

There was a knock and Olivia opened the door; she curtseyed. "The room for the boy is ready," she reported, then she hesitated a moment before she added: "Do you have instructions regarding the ill man lying in the guest room in the west wing?"

"What 'ill man'?" Victoria asked.

"One of the men the viscount hired," Olivia replied. "He fell ill shortly after … uh … their return, and I haven't seen him since that time. I was forbidden to go into his room."

"What's the matter with him?" Hook interrupted, guessing from what Mullins had told him, that one of the hunters was deeply scratched by a mermaid. If this were true, then James knew what was happening.

"I'm not sure, Milord," Olivia answered, using Hook's the correct title. (This man was, after all, a marquess – pirate or not – and, if asked, she would prefer him as the manor's lord ten times over the Ashfords.) "Madame Lunette visited him a few times," she continued, "and the professor told me in secret that … that he is … changing."

"'E's becomin' a merman," Hutchings told them, entering the salon. He held Cudrim on his arms, wrapped into his jacket. The dragonling was close to him and trembling.

While London's grownups were wondering what the professor meant by becoming a merman, Peter approached Cudrim, seeing he was in distress, knowing the dragon's tears had a big part in healing his wound. He stroked the dragon-baby's head. It squeaked softly and tried to lick his fingers. "He really isn't well," the boy said, while behind him, Smee described what was happening to the hunter. "He is too cold."

Archibald nodded. "Aye, we've ter brin' 'im to 'is mother." He looked carefully over the teen. "Ye're a'right, Peter?" he asked, deeply concerned for the boy. "Jings an' lickin's, tha' wuz a rather … serious wound. An' yer throat dinna look so good."

Peter smiled at him briefly. "I'm okay – only a little tired."

"And you're going to bed right now," Hook said firmly, taking him by the shoulders. "Come on, lad, I'll take you upstairs and tuck you in. Then I'll look in on our new creature."

"I'll come with you," Wendy declared. "And while you tuck Peter in, I'll change, too." She picked sadly at her torn Elven clothes.

"This family is hard on shirts." James sighed, glancing from Wendy to Peter and back. Both caught the other's eye and smiled sheepishly, then the boy shivered again. "Off to bed with you – now!" Hook said sternly and before the youth could utter another protest, the man lifted him in his arms.

"But … I have to say good-bye to Dark Owl, Aurora and Kailen, and-"

An impatient Hook answered Peter: "They'll come see you when you're abed! And the sooner that happens, the better. I want to be back before the earl's 'help' arrives, so quit your grousing." Peter saw he wouldn't allow any backtalk; things had to happen before the police showed up. Nothing else mattered just now. Hook addressed his bosun. "Smee, come with me. Tell Cookson to take the cauldron to the front door; then we're going to need a few of the men. Our new merman will also have to go to the portal."

"Ye wanna let him go, Capt'n?" Smee asked in surprise. "Tha' un wuz one o' them tha' tried ter burn down 'r ship an'-"

"He isn't the same man anymore who went to Neverland, Smee. In fact, if the legends are true, he isn't even human anymore, but belongs with the merfolk now." He glanced thoughtfully at Peter, who looked at him curiously, then back to Smee. "Our Master Pan here got a second chance to have parents, I have a second chance to restore my family's name, and there is also a second chance for Mother Ludlam to rest in peace. Let's grant this privilege also to that man upstairs, because now, as a merman, he has a second chance to be a different person."

Smee nodded slowly and smiled inwardly. He remembered that Hook had had a generous side in earlier times, showing it during their raids, but he had abandoned it after they came to Neverland and he lost his right hand. Now, just like his ability to forgive and to love, this original character trait was emerging.

"I come wi' ye upstairs. I saw th' first changes Mr. Russell went thrue; I might be o' help," Hutchings told them, placing the dragonling and jacket into Victoria's arms. Mary looked curiously at it, reaching out to Cudrim, and smiled in awe as he pressed his head into her hand. She was petting a DRAGON! Mary Darling! Incredible!

"Fine," Hook replied, leaving the room. He glanced back at the others: "You will excuse us."

Mary gave Cudrim a final pat. "I'll go with you. I can help Wendy change." As George caught her hand, she added: "I would also like a talk with our daughter." Nodding at Hook with a smile – one he knew all too well from her daughter – she left the room, Hutchings, Hook and Smee following. Tink raced after them to land on Peter's right shoulder, overjoyed at being invited to stay with him.

Reaching the level above, Wendy and her mother separated from James, Peter and the others. Climbing the stair, the boy had pointed out that the merman wouldn't speak a human language any longer. Hook agreed to take him along for translation.

Wendy returned to her old guestroom, now cold from the broken window. For a moment she looked at the broken glass in the moonlight, then to the bed. Here she had slept in innocence, unaware that Dalton sedated her and stole her blood to open the portal to Neverland. Here she had learned of James' 'death' and had shed tears of heartbreak and despair. Here she had forged a plan to escape.

Here she had faced an angry rapist.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she shuddered – from the evil memories and from the cold. Then a warm hand touched her shoulder; her mother. "I suspect there are no good memories of this room. But everything turned out well in the end," Mary said gently. She knew her daughter quite well.

Wendy took a deep cleansing breath. "But it was an evil episode, mother – full of tears and fears." She took a deep breath. "I thought I'd lost James, the worst hours of my life. And we almost lost Peter this evening. If not for Mother Ludlam and the dragonling, Peter would be dead now. And we suffered nothing serious, thank God and His mercies, but a few of James' crew were hurt. And we can't forget Dalton's confederates. A few of them are injured. Not that I mind. Still … " She trailed off. "Why all this trouble? Because Dalton refused defeat and lost his mind." Her saw the suitcase that lay open on the lower part of the bed, clothes still inside.

Mary examined her daughter's face, one side now showing the evidence of the two blows. Mrs. Darling pulled her eldest child close. "I think this adventure was enough to compensate for dozens of them," she said carefully.

Wendy smiled and sighed. "One always thinks that when one reaches the end of an adventure. You believe you've had enough adventure to last for the rest of your life. But when a new one appears, you take it with both hands. Sometimes because you want to, sometimes there's no other choice." She looked at her mother. "I know what you're wondering: If Niam might revoke James' banishing and we all return to Neverland."

Mrs. Darling nodded. "That has crossed my mind. I always knew that one day I would lose you as all mothers do. You leave your parents' home and create your own together with your husband – and in your case, with a half-grown boy who is the wildest child I ever knew. I wonder about you and Peter. You seem to know him as well as your James does. Indeed, other problems will arise. That's just life. But I always hoped that you and your future husband would stay in London or, at least, in England. Holy Grace of God, the distances to the United States or the rest of Great Britain are traversable, compared to an island between here and your dreams."

Wendy turned and took her mother's free hand, her eyes soft, her smile gentle, but her voice was firm. "Mother, I don't know how all this will turn out – if James and I stay here in England or return to Neverland. Much depends on Niam and how well Peter fits into our world. There is also the question of how James will adjust to this new era, or how his men will manage, and so much more. So, we'll take one day at a time. Until then, James and I will create our own home, together with Peter." She sighed, looking around, touching her sore neck where it stung from when Dalton tore her necklace off. Remembering that she had lost it somewhere here in the room, she looked around.

Mary reached out her right hand. "Are you looking for this?" she asked. The golden necklace with Hook's ring lay in her palm.

Wendy gasped, "James' ring! Thank you, Mommy!" She took the ring and the necklace carefully and eyed it, only to moan, "It's broken. That accursed skunk broke it!"

For once Mary didn't rebuke her for swearing. "Don't fret, precious. You know there's a very good jeweler in Bloomsbury. Your father will have it repaired."

Wendy sighed. "Perhaps they will downsize it, for it's a bit too large for me."

"Really? Who would have suspected that?" Mary teased, watching her daughter slip the ring onto the necklace with the acorn. Mary recognied the gifts from her two favorite men over her heart. "Could you hold the other one for me?" the girl asked. "I want to change."

"Of course," Mary agreed, slipping the broken chain into a pocket.

Wendy looked first through the suitcase, then the wardrobe. "Time to get presentable. Whatever should the policemen think if they see me in men's medieval clothes?"

Mary sighed again. "You almost look like a boy." She folded her arms and then asked her pointed question. "And about those clothes: Didn't your father tell you and the boys to stay home?"

Throwing a mischievous glance over her shoulder, the girl replied: "Do you honestly think that I would miss a last adventure with Peter Pan?" Then seriously: "You know James' life was at stake. After Kailen and the other pixies showed us the old tunnel, we followed it underground to the manor. And we arrived just in time. One of Dalton's confederates was about to shoot James. I was only able to prevent it by leaping onto that scoundrel's back." She searched inside the wardrobe.

"You did what?" Mary gasped.

Wendy gathered her belongings and they both retreated to another room, a warmer one where she could change by a fire. And there, one door down the hallway, Wendy began to tell her mother what happened after she, Peter and boys left Bloomsbury and flew to Surrey.

* PP *

As she changed, Hook, Peter and three of the pirates, led by Hutchings, had gone to the room where the mysterious 'merman' lay. Setting Peter on his unsteady feet, Hook entered the room, followed by the others. They paused when they saw the … being on the bed. They recognized a human outline but that was there the resemblance ended. The skin was completely silver, there were gills at the sides of his throat and turning his head to look at them, they saw eyes that were entirely black. His hair had become a deep reddish brown, now waist long. As the creature lifted a hand, he showed them sharp claws and webbed fingers. His breathing was labored, and he spoke in a current of clicks and squeaks. Peter and Tinker Bell were the only ones who understood what the man was saying, yet the others heard fear in the voice.

"Pickle me dinger!" Archibald breathed. "Edgar Russell isna more."

"Aye," Akeele nodded, who had attended the captain with Skylights and Mason. They were the three strongest and were prepared to carry the man – or merman.

"Still got 'is legs," Skylights noticed.

"No' fer long," Hutchings said quietly. "It be said they change inta a fluke th' moment they touch water."

Peter went to the bedside and began to speak the strange language, full of clicks and purrs. The black eyes widened. He responded, sounding confused but relieved that someone could understand him. Their conversation was brief, then the boy turned. "He understands what happened to him. The 'old woman who grew young and then grey again' told him what was going on and how he was changing. He is … afraid. He doesn't know what will become of him now. His limbs feel heavy and he hears a woman singing all the time in his head. The song is driving him crazy with the desire to find her.

Hutchings sighed. "'E 'ears th' voice of th' mermaid who changed 'im. She's callin' fer 'im." He looked at James. "Ye're right, Capt'n, we 'ave ter take 'im with us t' th' portal to' return t' Neverland."

Peter nodded, holding back a yawn. "That sounds right. He is our 'fish out of water.' If he goes with Dark Owl, Aurora and Kailen through the portal at the Black Castle, it won't be far to the sea. He can hop in, find his sweetheart and maybe, y'know, live happily ever after."

Hook peered at the changeling, considering. "I allowed the Indians shelter in the Dark Castle for the inevitable winter period." He ignored Peter's look of surprise. "I'm sure a few of them would help this … merman … to the shore or to a place where the sea isn't frozen over. That is, if he can't walk." He approached the bed and saw the creature shrink back. The pirate-captain frowned – obviously the man recognized him. Which meant his memories were still intact. For now. Once in Neverland he would soon lose his past. Yet … He put his face next to Russell's as the other shrank away.

"You tried to burn my ship with my men in it. You helped with Wendy's and Peter's kidnapping and you shot at the mermaids. And now you want our help." James stood again. "I'd like to tell you to go to hell. But there would be too much dissembling if anyone in London ever clapped eyes on you. And the moment you turn into a full merman there would be chaos, proving that the old legends are true. Some things must remain a secret." He leaned over the bed again, glaring into Russell's strange and frightened face. "And that is the only reason I will help you return to Neverland." Hook's voice was hard and sharp as his sword, eyes angry, then he addressed Peter: "Translate my words."

"Sure, da, whatever you say," the boy said with a roll of his eyes, and began to click again. The almost-merman answered briefly, glancing fearfully at Hook, who crossed his arms and glowered darkly at him. Peter then turned and huffed as he saw the captain's expression. "Sweet fairydust, stop scowling, Hooky, he's already mortally afraid."

James turned his glare to the boy, where it softened. "Don't call me that! And this one," he pointed his claw at the half-merman, "deserves a long lecture, or better yet, my hook!"

Peter had to smirk. "For what? He won't understand you, you know. And my tongue is getting tired." He waved at the three crewmembers. "Could you maybe dress him and take him downstairs? It's time he gets into his element." Akeele, Mason and Skylights nodded with a grin and moved to prepare Russell for his journey. One thing they knew: Things weren't boring when Hook and Pan were in the room.

James propped hook and hand on his hips and frowned. "Are you giving my men orders again, Peter?"

The boy shrugged, going to the door. "If you want stand here glowering, fine. I want to see this finished and lie down. I could sleep on a hard floor right now." Then he yawned hugely, rubbing red eyes. The next second, he was swept up in two strong arms. The scowl had left Hook's face, replaced with concern.

As Peter opened his mouth, James hissed: "Shut up, m'boy. Off to bed now, end of story."

"What about Wendy's story? Did it end before it's even told?" Peter had to have the last word.

The captain groaned, biting off the reply, crossing into to the east wing, the family's portion of the manor. He stopped in front of the second door to the left. "Be cooperative for once and open the door."

"And I thought we'd made pax," Peter jibed while opening the latch, feeling giddy with fatigue.

"Indeed you are loved like a son – and now, son, it's bedtime," Hook grumbled, suddenly realizing what he had just admitted. But seeing the boy's eyes light up with a shy smile, warmth again flooded the captain. The touch of another was something they both needed. James pushed the door open, entering his old room, Tinker Bell swooping past him.

For a moment, James paused, looking around. The room had, of course, changed, but much was still the same. The large four-poster bed with canopy and curtains of dark red velvet, the open fireplace with the tall mantle of honey-colored marble, the dark wood floor and the large windows. The carpets were different, as was the rest of the furniture. The heavy Renaissance style had been replaced with the more playful style he noticed since he returned to London (he couldn't know yet it was called 'Victorian.') The curtains were jacquard red velvet and the large comforter was new, too. Yet it was still the room he remembered – where he had spent his boyhood.

Peter saw him look around. "This was your room?" he asked. It looked remarkably like the habitable rooms of the Black Castle, but everything here seemed warmer, friendlier, brighter – almost like in a fairy-tale.

"Aye!" Hook took a deep breath; a strange pain in his heart. "'Tis familiar, yet foreign," he whispered. Then he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. He was home again, but the feeling of homecoming was feeble. Too much had happened since the last time he had been here. Crossing to the bed, he set Peter back on his feet and helped him undress until boy wore only John's large shirt and, with a sigh, he crawled beneath the covers. The air in the room was still cool, but the fire was warming it, accompanied by its comforting crackling. Turning to his side, Peter smiled as Hook dragged the comforter over him, enjoying the experience of being 'tucked in' by an adult.

"Do you want a cool cloth for the bruises on your throat?" James asked; Ashford's fingerprints had turned purple.

"No, thanks. I'll only lose it in the bed," the boy murmured and yawned again. He closed his eyes and sighed, as James combed his fingers through Peter's hair. He felt … safe … cared for – just like the evening prior, after Hook rescued him from that 'agey-orpha.' And just this moment, he knew that he'd made the right decision. He didn't want to lose the feeling of being loved ever again.

Tink landed on the pillow and saw the peaceful, satisfied look on his face. She remembered the first night she had taken the toddler Peter Pan to Neverland, where he slept at Niam's palace. Excited from the trip, but also exhausted, he had rolled himself into a ball and looked much like now as the fairies spread a cover made of moonbeams over him. Now he lay here like a normal boy, tucked in by his 'father' and happy about it. Maybe the last two big adventures – wizard and viscount – had been too much. Even the strongest boy had limits.

Hook sat next to him on the bed and watched the youth relax; fingers still stroking his curls. "You really scared the hell out of me, Peter," he whispered after a long moment. "Never – never! – do that again. You said you didn't want to lose me. Not after you thought me dead. So … maybe you can understand what I went through as you were dying in my arms."

The now glassy blue eyes glanced up at him beneath long dark lashes. "I was scared, too … out there, on the terrace," he murmured. "I knew I was dying – and it was a really bad feeling." He yawned again, eyes closing. "I'll be more careful from now on. Promise."

A gentle chuckle. "Let's see how long you remember that promise."

There was a sound of scraping, and Hook looked over his shoulder, seeing a part of the wainscoting opening and Nissa slipping in – and James smiled a melancholy smile. How often had she shown up like this when he was still a child? "Nissa," he greeted her. "I'm glad you are here on watch."

The house sprite came nearer, Bumblyn emerging close behind. "Aye. Nissa first over your mother did watch, then over you, for the boy you call your son now she will do the same." She hopped onto the bed and sat down on the warm comforter near the foot of the bed, putting her feet beneath the blanket as did Bumblyn. Her large eyes looked kindly at Peter. "Just sleep, keeping the watch will Nissa."

"As will I," Wendy added, entering. She was wearing a blue skirt and a high-necked laced white blouse, shawl about her shoulders; a lady now, her hair was bound, her boots making soft noises on the floor. The discoloration on the left side of her face and the bruises on her wrist spoke of what she had gone through. She smiled at Hook's expression and came nearer. The scene before her – Peter tucked into bed with James stroking the boy's hair – warmed her. Remembering the battle she'd witnessed when she first arrived on the island, she would never have guessed that these two proud enemies would grow so close, each willing to give his life for the other. James reached out with his right arm toward her, then remembered the awful weapon and was about to withdraw. Wendy's fingers closed gently around the base near the cuff, showing again her acceptance of this part of him.

Peter saw the two of them, drowsiness closing in. Then Dark Owl entered, Kailen and Aurora near him. Propping on his elbows and grimacing as his body ached, the boy greeted them. "You came to say goodbye," he guessed.

The young warrior nodded, approaching the bed, palms crossed over his heart, and bowed. "Dark Owl wishes Little White Eagle well for now. May all his hopes and dreams come true in this world. It has been a great honor to call you a friend."

With a tiny frown, Peter replied, "That sounds so final. If Niam relents, I could return."

Dark Owl nodded slowly. "Great Big Little Panther will learn what has happened and what moved Little White Eagle to delay his homecoming. Perhaps he can convince the White Winged Queen to welcome back Iron-Hand, his men and their large canoe." His gaze went to Wendy. "And Brave Feather as well. She has proven her warrior name well chosen by Medicine Woman."

Wendy touched his arm. "Thank you, Dark Owl – for everything. You should be named Fearless Dark Owl, too, because you chose to leave home for a foreign world to rescue friends. That demands a brave, strong heart." She looked at him fondly. "John won't be the only one to miss you."

The warrior sighed. "Three Strengths and I have yet to bid farewell. Dark Owl's heart is heavy, because he knows that he will not see his blood-brother again."

Wendy moved her hand to his shoulder. "Maybe, if Niam welcomes James, me and the others back, John can visit us."

The young seer lifted both brows. "Dark Owl would welcome you as well." He looked to Peter now saying goodbye to Aurora and Kailen, acknowledging their help.

"Restore my pipe to Niam and speak with her?" he asked Aurora, who nodded and chimed her reply.

Kailen smiled at Peter. "Should Niam choose another boy as the Pan, looking out for him we will," he promised.

"I know you will. Explain everything to the others," he said quietly. "I know the boys won't like it, but they'll understand." His glance found Dark Owl again. "Maybe they can live with your tribe at first."

"It would be an honor to welcome them," the brave replied.

Brave, fairy and pixie finally left. Hook rose and Peter glanced up at him. "Don't be long. I wonder if this help Ashford's father is sending will be any help at all."

"I know, lad, and we'll hurry." He dragged an upholstered armchair beside the bed, where Wendy took a seat. "All's well, my dear?" he asked.

"Yes, James." She reached out as he bent down, holding his hand firmly. "Be careful, will you? Dalton is still out there – and the path to the portal and Mother Ludlam's Cave is dark and slippery."

"No fear, kitten, we'll be back within the hour." He kissed her, winked at the drowsing Peter Pan and left. And as he walked down the hall, he heard Wendy's soft voice beginning an old tale, "Once upon a time …"

* PP *

Descending to the entrance, Hook saw their preparations. The almost-transformed merman – Russell – had been brought downstairs and was waiting in a chair, two of Hook's crew close by. Smee came towards his captain with his coat. "Th' blighter canna walk na more. Th' boys'll carry 'im," he said quietly. "Th' lads made a stretcher fer 'im."

James sighed. Shrugging into his coat, he saw Dark Owl and John standing together at the fireplace. John wore his thick jacket and was talking with his father, who finally nodded with a hint of aggravation. Hook presumed the boy wanted to accompany them to Waverley Abbey – certainly for more time with his blood-brother. Well, Hook had nothing against it.

"Th' cauldron's loaded," Smee continued. "Th' boys put it on tha' large motor-coach for more room."

"Large motor-coach?" James echoed, buttoning up the coat.

"The lorry I borrowed from that pub-owner at the harbor," Daniel translated, ready to leave. He sighed. "We promised him to get it back before he needed it early in the morning."

"You'll have time enough to return it after we're back from the abbey," Hook replied. Then he frowned. "And after the police show up."

Victoria came from the cellars with Robb and Jukes. Spotting the captain and the reporter, "Here," she said, offering Hook a ring with keys. "These were Brynna's. Olivia told me that Brynna often drove to a cove nearby to get 'healing water' for Daniel and Uncle Marlow. The old pixie – Mawgan, I think, is his name – confirmed that Brynna went to Mother Ludlam's Cave. They told me stories of a curative well there. The pixie said that the entrance has been barred for a long time now, but 'the dark witch' could enter it. I don't know how she got a key to the gates, but it's one of these." She shrugged. "I think you're going to need it if you don't want to force your way in."

Hook felt a smile tugging at his mouth. "My thanks, girl," he replied and dropped them into the large pocket of his coat.

"Th' witch be still out cold, sir," Jukes told him. "But dem villains be cussin' a blue streak."

"Let them. I'm sure their big mouths will be stuffed soon."

"Uh, one thing more, James," Victoria continued. "Your Mr. Jukes told me that he saw Dalton turning right at the end of the street that leads to the estate. That means he is heading west. I think he's trying to reach Farnham, not far away from Waverley Abbey – maybe get a train to London or Dartmouth."

"In his current condition?" Kempton was surprised. "He's quite a mess."

"Why not? The roads are poor and the weather is bad. He can say there was a mishap with his car and had walk," Victoria sighed. "He's great at creating excuses."

"Then maybe we should try and find him," Daniel murmured. "If he reaches Farnham, he might spread his lies - "

"I don't think that he'll get that far," James interjected. "You can't escape pixies once they decide to track you down." Nearby Kailen nodded gravely. "But we can keep our eyes open for him in case our paths cross," Hook added. And the cautiious way he said this made Victoria wary, but she remained silent about it. She wasn't familiar with the ways of the Little People.

The captain looked around at his shabby crew, remembering that the police might just be on their way. "All right, men, those coming along, step forward. You others –" he paused, wondering how to word the next order, "try and make yourselves look … presentable to … official visitors." He sighed and turned away, shaking his head. There was no time for a fashion tutorial. The crewmembers looked at each other, and shrugged. A couple of them grinned.

Minutes later the group was on its way to the ruins; the owl following, a soundless white and brown shadow. Daniel steered the lorry with Smee on his left. Two of the pirates, the former Russell, Hutchings with the dragonling (now wrapped in two blankets and a tarp) with a full string bag hanging on his arm, and the cauldron were on the cargo bed. And in the cauldron sat Mawgan, Pixie-Laird Kenan and a few more of the little green pranksters, for they wanted to make certain that the cauldron returned to the 'Wise Mother.' Mr. Darling was driving his Adler, Hook beside him, Kailen and Aurora between the two men, Aurora holding the Pan pipe. John and Dark Owl rode on one of the two additional seats, sharing everything they could think of.

George's thoughts went to the 'blood-brother' ceremony John had related. He wasn't sure he approved, given the tattoo his oldest son would carry for the rest of his life on his hand. 'But, as the saying goes, other cultures, other traditions' he finally concluded. And after the young Indian had come to his personal aid and helped to defeat that batty housekeeper, he decided he was ready to accept this strange 'brotherhood.' He had learned to accept fairies, bogeys, pixies and a real pirate for a son-in-law. Compared to all of that, this 'blood-brotherhood' between his oldest son and the young Native was much closer to … English.

He heard John and the young warrior talking in hushed voices, but he was listening closely as he drove, finding himself amused. Not about the boys, but about their subject. It reminded him of discussions between his class-mate and himself.

The boys laughed together over a shared joke, then John's voice lowered. Something was weighing on him. "Speak, John," Dark Owl asked; using his friend's given name.

George's eldest son sighed, glanced aside. They had left the wooded countryside behind and now drove between fields. "It's … Lily," he murmured, toying with his crooked glasses. He met his friend's eyes and took a deep breath, while in the front seat, the two men tried not to show they were listening. "As we agreed, I don't expect I ever will return to Neverland and … uh …" John rubbed his special mark, searching for the right words. "I know that Tiger-Lily is a strong and independent girl – a warrior and the chief's daughter – but she is a girl, nearly a woman. And I'm sure that even she enjoys having someone watch out for her and … and getting the husband she wants. You're my blood-brother, so … could you keep an eye on her? I don't know if this breaks tradition, or a rule or taboo, but… I want her to be happy and …" His voice trailed off, face famously red by now.

The brave smiled, black eyes shining and warm. "Dark Owl is honored that Three Strengths would entrust him with Tiger-Lily's welfare. He will watch over her."

"Thanks," John sighed with relief. (George made a mental note to ask his son about this girl later.) "She's strong … fiery … independent, and she will probably be angry if she hears about our deal, but … I'm glad to know she has a friendly guardian nearby." He grinned. "And who knows, perhaps …" John nearly laughed when he saw the high color on his friend's cheekbones. "Uh-uh," he chuckled. "That was a shot in the dark, but it looks like I hit the target, eh?"

Dark Owl shrugged almost sheepishly. "Tiger-Lily is beautiful and … fierce. Many Braves would wish to win her heart."

John nodded, remembering. "I know. I noticed their jealousy out on the hunt." He smiled. "I hope she sees you the way I do: A brave, capable young warrior who is also a seer. You two would make a good match." He sighed heavily. "I really like her – a lot! But she wouldn't be happy in my world, so -"

George braked without warning, and the Adler came noisily to a halt, Hook bracing himself on the front frame, pixie and fairy suddenly airborne. Dark Owl's arm held John to his seat. Behind them the lorry also stopped suddenly.

"Damn it all!" George had done many things in the past day or so he'd never thought himself capable of, and now he could add cursing to the list. There on their right, illuminated by their headlights, they saw the viscount's Austin. It had veered off the road and into the ditch. It was dark and silent. George and James glanced at each other, then George got out. "Boys, you stay here!" he ordered, and Hook followed. Daniel and Smee joined them, Daniel with a torch. They slowly advanced toward the vehicle, descending into the ditch, but found the motorcar vacated.

"There is blood," Kempton murmured, pointing to the steering wheel.

"He might have hit his head when he crashed," George murmured.

"Dalton Ashford had already hit his head too many times," James remarked sarcastically, then straightened and turned. Dark Owl now stood on the road, owl on his shoulder.

"The paleface evildoer returned to the road to walk." Mr. Darling sighed, seeing young Indian on the path. Would any of those boys respect his wishes?

Daniel climbed out of the ditch, pointing the torch toward the road. It looked to him like a muddy mess, but it seemed to tell the brave a lot. Bending over the marks in the road, Dark Owl followed the tracks; owl riding on his shoulder. While Hook gave George a hand back onto the road, Daniel watched the Brave move further along.

When Dark Owl returned, he reported, "The paleface ran badly. Then he stopped and ran again. His tracks turn to the left and right – as if pursued."

"The pixies?" Daniel guessed, and the brave nodded slowly.

"Our green brothers were angry with him, for his treatment of their kin – and what he did to Little White Eagle. If … they were after him … he … will not be himself anymore."

Kempton paused, feeling as if doused in cold water. "What do you mean?" he asked; already guessing the answer.

"Spoiling the strongest man's mind our scream can do. Pay they must who come against us." Kailen explained above them, looking not at all playful. Mawgan hovered beside him, his face was grave.

Daniel stared at them. "You mean …" He said no more.

"If the green brothers have found him, his fate is sealed," Dark Owl added, his voice flat and final; the owl on his shoulder clacked its beak.

While Mr. Darling frowned, Kempton saw how the pirate began to smirk and it became clear that Hook also knew about the viscount's state of mind. Maybe it was better Victoria did not learn about it this way.

They returned to the vehicles, driving slower, looking for the viscount in the fields or along the road, but there was no other sign of him. They reached the lane leading to Waverley Abbey House, parking out of sight. Kenan, Mawgan and their companions remained with the cauldron. The men (Akeele and Skylights carrying Russell on the makeshift stretcher), the two boys and Hutchings with the dragonling moved along the foot path toward the artificial lake that separated the estate from the old grounds. Kailen and Aurora flew directly there, the rose-fairy carrying Peter's pipe. The half-moon and watching stars illuminated their path, so they didn't need their torches to find their way. A few windows of the manor next to the Abbey's grounds still showed light, so they thought it better to keep silent and travel in the dark so as not to be seen.

James felt an unfamiliar melancholy as his eyes saw the broken facades, walls and heaps of stone. How long ago he had played hide and seek here with his brothers! How long ago had it been that his father found him there and scolded him; worried that the old ruins would collapse on his youngest? James' intellect provided the number of years, yet they did not seem real in this place.

Reaching the fence surrounding the grounds, they passed through the gate and traversed the wet meadow. Hook identified the remains of the church, the hospital, the monks' dormitories, the low walls still in place – only more weathered, more moss and lichens. He knew the River Wey was flowing along behind the dormitories, bending in a long bow around the area, partly edged with trees. With his Neveland trained senses, he recognized the nearly imperceptible glimmer of enchantment lingering around the edges of the structures. Then – he saw little white lights dancing at the banks just before the tree lines began, near the dormitories. Bits of bluish light, different from the fairies, yet so alike – will-o-the-wisps! He deliberately looked away; suspecting the reason for their mischievous excitement.

He now looked over the parts of the old abbey that had fallen. Where was the portal? Dammit, Bumblyn should have come, he thought, remembering the Hobgoblin had been with them when Ashford returned from Neverland with his men and his captives. A splash of what looked like fairy light dashed across his vision, and James spied a very large old tree to his left; its roots having climbed over the ruins of a low wall long ago. The yew! He remembered that one of those evergreens had grown near the old graveyard when he had been a boy. Could this be the same tree? Did those in the manor ever see any of this? Stopping, he saw, beside the tree trunk, a white, shimmering form.

"It looks like we're expected," he said quietly, taking a deep breath as the figure moved away from the yew. It was indeed the shape of Mother Ludlam. A hint of sparkles about her head and shoulders, she beckoned him and the others to the west side of the church, now only a few weathered columns. The hairs on his arm and the back of his neck once again standing up as he felt the magic gathering, Hook followed her, and the others followed him, feeling much the same. A real ghost in the ruins of an old abbey… it was in its own way chilling, even if the specter was friendly.

They rounded the columns to the former refectory and hospital. Time had reduced fallen stones to gravel that crunched beneath their feet as they passed and stopped at a low arch to the left. Mother Ludlam stood there, pointing at it. Hook took a deep breath. The entrance to Neverland?

James inspected the weathered free-standing walls in back and front of him. Memories of playing between those walls with his brothers intruded – how could he not know of the power that was hidden in these stones he faced now? Had Neverland seen him then? Was that the reason why he was led to the second star to the right when he tried to escape the Royal Navy? Had his fate been decided here, playing hide and seek as a callow, carefree little boy? The thought made him shudder.

Casting those thoughts aside and straightening, he met the pale eyes of Mother Ludlam. Then a warm glow appeared beside him and Aurora was near his shoulder; still carrying Pan's pipe. Mother Ludlam nodded as she saw the fairy and the instrument, a hint of music in her movements, then she looked at James and for a moment he felt her words in his thoughts, then the ghost sighed deeply. "The boy remains," came her thought. As Hook opened his mouth to reply, she raised a graceful hand. "Thou needst say nothing, Milord. 'Twas the Pan's decision. Thou couldst not convince him." She shook her head, and he thought he heard 'foolish child,' but he wasn't certain.

So she understood Peter had made his decision alone? Was she looking into his mind? Was that what he felt? He saw her amused glance and looked at her sternly. "Lady, all due respect, but stay out of my head!" This earned him a broader smile, then the apparition grew serious. Aurora settled on one of the fallen stones. Kailen was nowhere to be seen.

The apparition moved to Akeele and Skylights, looking at Russell waiting on the makeshift stretcher. The soon-to-be merman groaned, feeling utterly miserable. His black eyes beheld the ghost of the white witch, and she sighed. "Into the sea he must be taken – soon – or his new form will be the death of him."

"He comes with me. Warriors of our tribe will take him to the sea," Dark Owl said. The owl on his shoulder hooted softly before it lay against its head against his cheek. It was clear the nightbird would accompany him.

She nodded, then signaled him and the others to stay back, then lifted her hands. She began to chant as she had on the terrace. And her request was heard again. All the men saw the familiar golden shimmer spreading from the sides of the arch, filling the space with a glistening sheen. But this time it was brighter, friendlier, warmer than Hutchings remembered.

George and Daniel watched in fascination as the light grew and then diffused, revealing tree-trunks and bushes, all covered with snow. They heard the wind. A few flakes even passed through the arch to land at their feet.

"Is that … Neverland?" Mr. Darling asked warily in a hushed voice.

"Aye," James nodded. "This is Neverland when Peter Pan is gone." He met the startled eyes behind the spectacles, and added: "Which is why Peter gave the fairy his pipe, and the fairy-queen Niam must choose another Pan should she deny our return. Without the Pan, the island would be doomed to winter."

[and never Christmas …]

The wind rose, chilling the air around them on the other side of the arch. "Now I understand what you mean by doomed," the banker murmured. "This looks … arctic."

"Indeed," Hook nodded. "It's normally semi-tropical, but when the boy is not there, the whole island descends into winter."

Aurora took the pipe again, rose into the air, spoke to Hook and bowed her head. Understanding enough of her language, James bowed elegantly. "Thank you for your help, with the viscount and the dark wizard. May you and Kailen live in peace, and may you enjoy many children." He glanced around. "Where is he, by the way?"

Aurora pointed straight ahead and chimed. James frowned. "To the river? Why?"

"My kin did I find there," Kailen pipe as he appeared above the wall in front of Hook. "And bid them farewell I did." He grinned impishly. That grin was almost … wicked.

"What is it, troublemaker?" Hook asked warily.

The pixie began to laugh unpleasantly, waving a green hand behind him. "Hearing Cadan's scream the dorcha bhiorach did. Now sitting there on the riverbank like an idiot he does, giggling at the will-o-the-wisps and to himself he is talking."

Hook, George, Daniel and Smee exchanged a glance, then the captain sighed. "Well, at least we know where to find him. We'll pick him up when we're done here." Addressing Kailen, he asked, "Is he on this or the other side of the river?"

"Other," the pixie replied, then he circled his finger near his temple. "Messed up as a rat's nest is he now."

"Nothing new there," Hook grunted, then he ordered Akeele and Skylights to hoist the former Mr. Russell to his feet. Dark Owl was with them, as was John. Aurora waved one last time at them all, then flew straight through the arch, she soared and circled in the falling snow between the portal and the Neverland underbrush before she shot away toward the castle like a little golden-pink comet.

"Do your best, little lady, or our Master Pan will have to grow up," Hook murmured. Then he looked at his two crewmembers. They had carried the soon-to-be merman to the portal, while Dark Owl reached for Cudrim in Hutchings' arms.

Archibald's sniffed loudly as the moment of goodbye had arrived. "Far'well, ya wee bairn. ah do wish ah could share more time wi' ye." He pressed a kiss on the little scaled head with the two bumps where later horns would appear. "Careful noo, will ya? And tell yer mum 'ow sorry I am fer the worry we gave 'r." He also hung the string bag on the brave's arm, which contained the very un-mainland-like eggshell made of scales. "Best these don' stay 'ere, lad. They could bring too many questions." Dark Owl nodded.

The little dragon sniffled, watched him attentively and promptly licked him square on the face. Archibald laughed quietly, then sighed deeply. He had taken a strong liking to the newborn over the past hours the nestling had been in his care, and it was ending. He wanted to watch the dragonling growing up! He wanted to study the merfolk! He wanted to speak with the bogeys and fairies in Neverland! And the leprechaun! He also knew he couldn't leave now. His testimony against Anders and the others was needed. He had his students to think of and he had his position. He couldn't run away from these but he could withdraw later. And should that fairy-queen decide to allow Hook and the others back, he would happily stowaway. His whole life he had believed in mysticism and its stories, and now he had seen them come alive. He knew that every day he would long to see them again.

Cudrim shivered as Hutchings unwrapped him from his jacket, and whimpered even as Dark Owl pulled him into his arms. "This way you must go, little firebreath," the young seer said. "But I follow you immediately." He moved to the portal, then Kailen was beside him.

"Come with me, Cudrim, no leaving you alone will I," he said and swung himself on the dragonling's back. The nestling squeaked in surprise but remained calm. Stretching its long neck, it licked Hutchings' hands one last time, then Dark Owl threw dragon and pixie through a splash of sparkles marking the entrance. Instinctively, Cudrim spread his little wings and fell lightly into Neverland's snow. He tumbled over, sending Kailen flying, then both lay still. The dragonling picked himself up and sneezed; a few sparks flying from his nostrils. Kailen rolled on his back and sat up; shaking his head. "Learning to fly you be done soon," he grumbled, eyeing the dragonling with a frown. The nestling just sneezed again; looking miserable as he wrapped himself in his little wings.

Dark Owl embraced John briefly. Then Hook addressed the young warrior. "Farewell, Dark Owl, and thank you for everything. Your sight and skills helped us survive." He placed his hand on his heart, bowed his head in the tribe's traditional farewell. "May your arrow always find the target, and may the Great Spirit watch over you."

The young seer bowed his head, too. "Many thanks, Iron-Hand for the adventure. Much Dark Owl saw, heard and learned, making see the blessed peace and refuge he and his people have in Neverland. He hopes you all can return. Until then he will speak with the White Queen, and Great Big Little Panther." He placed his right hand on his heart before he raised it in blessing. "Fair winds and following seas, and may you and Brave Feather find all the happiness you wish for. Farewell." Moving to Russell and grasping the upper end of the stretcher, he began to pull the transformed merman to the portal. The owl spread its wings and simply flew through the glistening barrier.

Suddenly Aurora appeared near the portal on Neverland's side, and she wasn't alone. There were shapes with her pushing through the fallen snow – warriors. To George Darling and Daniel Kempton, they reminded them of old photo of Indians with long braided hair, leather fringed garments, thick fur-lined skins around them for warmth. They held their breaths as they watched a tall older man came to the portal. Dark almond eyes beheld Dark Owl, then Hook. Through the portal between Mainland and fantasy, the two men acknowledged each other in mutual respect, while Smee pulled his hat off. Then Chief Rain-in-the-Face stepped back, allowing John and the others to see the other tall Indian, who had taken the dragonling in his arms and wrapped him in the thick fur that he wore: Great Big Little Panther. The wise one's gaze went to Dark Owl, and they could see the proud smile hiding in his smooth, stern face.

Dark Owl glanced back one last time. "Farewell, John," he said, almost looking mournful.

"Farewell, Dark Owl. I will miss you, my blood-brother – and greetings to Tiger-Lily."

Taking a deep breath, the young seer stepped into the portal together with Russell, and both vanished in golden light, then they were among the warriors who instantly surrounded them. Two of the warriors bent over the makeshift stretcher, Dark Owl laid down on the ground, and tore away the man's trousers, revealing the silver skin now growing scales.

"Th' snow," Hutchings murmured. "Water completes th' transformation – no matter wha' form it takes." He sighed deeply and deep longing was on his face. "Ah so wish ah could go there."

"Hm, the beast's parents are not happy with you and your former comrades, Professor. Be glad that you're staying here," Hook reminded him.

Mother Ludlam now moved to the portal. She and Great Big Little Panther looked deeply into each other's eyes, then the wise man bowed; pressing Cudrim against his chest beneath the warm covering. The ghost returned the gesture – each seer acknowledging the other. Then she smiled at Dark Owl, who waved, then the apparition lifted her hands in a complex movement. The light around the arch collapsed and suddenly, the arch was nothing more than old stones, cold damp air and the pale light of the waning moon. But the magic still seemed to linger.

Hook then realized that he had just seen his old home – Neverland. He had hated it there, and now he … well … missed it. Things had been easier there. The Mainland – the world he once knew – was no more. Niam had warned him, but he had no other choice than leaving the island of eternal youth to save the boy who now slept peacefully two miles away in James' boyhood room. And he had left Neverland to save his beloved Wendy, which he would never regret. And whatever lay ahead, he would give his life for them both.

But before he could start this new life, he had some tasks to complete. Turning towards Mother Ludlam, he bowed. "Lady, we brought your cauldron." Hope spread over her pale, nearly transparent features. "I shall return it to your home. One of my men and Mr. Kempton here will remove it to your cave."

The wraith moved before him and looked gratefully at him. "Thou art returning my cauldron?" she asked, raising a hand and placing it on Hook's cheek; she appeared near tears. "Redemption thou bringest me, I will finally find rest. I thank thee."

The touch was icy cold as before, but James didn't flinch. A smile reached his eyes. "You are most welcome, Lady." He nodded at George Darling and Smee. "As they return it, we must retrieve that bastard of a vicomte. Will the pixies allow it?"

Tilting her head, Mother Ludlam looked at him. "Thou wilt not leave him to his fate, Milord?"

A sigh escaped the captain. "I would gladly leave him to his journey to hell, but he is already in hell, and must now face man's justice. We will need him to account for his deeds." He set his mouth and looked away from her intense eyes. "And, as you know, he has a family. His parents will want him back, as well as a cousin who is good friends with my betrothed." He glanced back. "As furious as Lady Victoria is with him, he is still family. Returning him to the manor serves us both."

Mother Ludlam gave him a smile full of understanding. "Always the pixies were my friends, indeed comforting, accompanying me in my quest since a young child – and not turning from me after death found me, leaving me to remain this side of heaven to remove the cauldron's power. They will hear me when I tell them of thy intent." She turned toward the river. "Come."

Exchanging glances, the rest of them followed the ghost to the river, toward the madman, toward a righteous woman's date with destiny …

TBC…

So, Dark Owl including his animal spirit, the dragonling, Aurora and Kailen and the changed Mr. Russell are back in Neverland. And the habitants of the island won't be happy with Peter's decision, but more of this later. For now Hook and the others face other challenges, as will do the ladies soon, because the police is really on the way to the manor.

And giving all those loose story lines, the next chapters will be turbulent, so just wait…

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Love

Yours Lywhn / Starflight