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Hook stared up at the dark ceiling, completely still except when he lifted his new hand to brush it over Alivia's dark locks.

"You're still awake," she whispered. "I thought you would be tired, you handsome, virile man. Such a cad, too – my husband would never have been so liberal with me."

Hook smiled, pulling her close, loving the feel of her body against his. "Don't mention your husband to me," he told her, but he couldn't help but feel the bliss that ran throughout his veins. Too many years without a woman – oh, she was so beautiful there beside him.

He leaned over and kissed her warmly.

"Jamie, you have no shame!" she protested between kisses. "We cannot be together again."

"Says who?" Hook growled as he began nuzzling at the base of her neck. When she lifted her hands to grab his shoulders and held on in desperate passion, he grinned and kept kissing her throat.

Fifteen minutes later, they broke apart, panting for breath.

"This is no good," Alivia gasped.

"What?" Hook demanded, but she shook her head quickly.

"No, I mean, I need to talk to you and I can't if you keep . . . doing that."

"Talk," Hook ordered.

"Everything is about to change," Alivia told him. "When you wake, you will have left the island forever."

"Where am I going?" Hook felt his throat tighten in fear.

"Back to earth."

"Finally," Hook gave a breath of relief.

"But it will not be the world you know," Alivia went on, her blue eyes serious. "Too much time has passed. But I promise you, I will see that you receive help."

"You will be there?" Hook asked eagerly.

She shook her head, her eyes sad. "No, this will be the last time you see me."

"I won't lose you," Hook grabbed her bare shoulder. "I'll fight for you."

"No, you won't see me, but I will always be with you," she promised. "I'll see that you have everything you need, and I promise I will try to let you be happy."

"Not without you," he claimed, feeling rage rising inside him. "I want you, Alivia. You, only you – here with me."

"No, Jamie, my time is up. You must go on without me. And the last thing I ever ask you is to take care of my baby."

She glanced towards the crate where Peter was curled on his side, clutching his bunny as he slept. "He has lost everything. His friends, his island, his fairy."

"What happened to them?"

"No pretend world can last forever. This island was a world between worlds, a place where the fountain of life watered freely and no one ever aged. But it could not last because it is born of purity and childhood innocence. Children are no longer innocent. My baby could not get other children to come to Neverland with him. Once the children stopped, the Indians left, the mermaids swam away, the fairies died. His own fairy withered to pieces like ashes."

Hook felt pain press at his heart, the idea of all those creatures leaving and the island decaying.

"You would have died, too," Alivia continued, "except that you sprinkled the water over the ship. Right now, we are flying in the air."

Hook sat up in the bed, wanting to go outside and see, but Alivia grabbed his hand.

"No, stay with me. As long as you keep looking at me, I can be here with you."

"Don't leave," Hook pulled close to her, running both his hands through her long hair. "Stay with me. Please Alivia – I've only loved you, you forever, you, beautiful you."

She leaned her head against his bare chest, listening to the beating of his heart. "I will always love you, Jamie. As long as you have my child, you have a part of me. He loves you, Jamie, even if he doesn't know it. He came to you in pain and you kept him safe – he will trust you no matter where you go. And as he begins to grow up, you must take care of him."

Hook tightened his grip around her as tears filled his eyes. He could feel her slipping away already.

"You will be his father. Promise me you'll act like his father. I don't care if you're stern, I don't care if you dislike him at times, you must take care of him. If you ever loved me, do this for me."

"I will," Hook nodded, blinking away the tears. "I'll stay with him. He's all I will have left of you."

She lifted her head up, her eyes meeting his. She was beginning to glow again, and he could see the wings forming from her back.

"I love you," she looked straight in his eyes. "I will always, always love you."

She wrapped her arms against him, her bare chest against his. "I promise," she whispered, "I will never really leave you."

Hook nodded, holding her like a man dying.

"Close your eyes," she whispered. "Fall asleep with me here. Hold me, love me, and go to sleep."

Hook obediently closed his eyes and he felt her growing warmer, his hands almost feeling the brightness.

When he opened his eyes, brightness engulfed his world. Shading his eyes, he sat up.

He was sitting on green grass with the sun shining all around him.

Hook stood up slowly and looked around. He was in a small field of some sort, but he could see houses across a wide gray strip of a walk. People were milling around him, odd looking people.

At first, he though they were all men because they wore trousers, but upon closer examination, Hook was shocked to realized that some of them were women. Women in trousers! Had he ventured to the brothel section of a town where women wore risqué clothing to entice men to sample their wares?

But he had made it back to earth. Hook felt elation rush over him, and he wanted to cry for joy but he did not want to attract attention. People were already giving him odd, distrustful looks.

"Hey, cool pirate outfit," a boy yelled out.

Hook turned and jumped back as the boy sped by on a piece of board, floating along the walk. A moment later, Hook realized the board had some kind of wheels under it, but it still was shocking to see the boy move so fast.

"You in a play, man?" someone else spoke, this person a young man with odd chains around his neck. "Or you just score so really good dope?"

"I am – unsure of what you say," Hook stammered. He felt relieved that he was wearing clothes – last night in bed he removed his clothes before joining Alivia. But he was just in his captain clothes with no sword or pistol for protection.

"Yeah, he's on something good," the young man laughed to his friends who also looked strange.

Hook frowned. "You should watch yourself. I have never lost a duel."

But the young men were already gone.

Hook glanced around. There was no sign of his ship or his crew or a little boy and a bunny. Where had Peter gotten himself to?

Growling, Hook started towards the buildings.

A loud noise blared at him as he put his foot on the gray walk. He jumped back just in time as a shiny metal box came rushing past him. Hook felt his heart rate spike as he stared after the box. Another one came from the opposite direction, this one a different color. And then there were more and more boxes, zooming past him at frightening speeds.

After watching for a moment in terror, Hook saw people inside, people looking much too calm considering they were inside speeding death boxes. However, Hook finally decided that the boxes were some sort of carriages without horses. He feared that they might be pulled by invisible horses, but then the boxes stopped so close to each other that Hook knew there could not be horses between them. But if not horses, what made the boxes move?

"I know, and so I was like no, and he was like yeah, and I was like moron," a young woman in trousers and bare arms was walking towards Hook, talking rapidly.

Hook tried to understand what she was saying, but she wasn't even looking at him. She had a black thing pressed to her ear and she was jabbering away to someone that Hook could not see. She passed right by him, still talking to no one.

A whirling noise sounded overheard. Hook looked up, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a huge dark bug flying overhead. The bug was made of metal – the sun was glinting off it. And it had some kind of huge spinning circle over it, but Hook knew that it had to be as big as he was, a huge monster of a bug.

Panicking, Hook whirled around.

He was here on earth, back to where he belonged.

But something horrible had happened on earth, changing it so much that he barely recognized it anymore.

"Dear Lord," Hook whispered. "Alivia, where have you taken me?"

The End

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AN: This is the end of the story. I hope you have enjoyed the ride. I've enjoyed all your reviews, comments, and suggestions.

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Oh, and yes, there will be a sequel.