I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Of course it was a trap. It was a fucking trap and I fell for it. Never say that Peter Pan is a coward. I'll make you eat those words right before I run you through. But when I hear that a friend is in trouble, I sort of rush right into things without thinking. Which is how I got stuck here, in this cold, dark, and smelly cell.

Ok, I take that back. I don't rush into things usually. I develop a plan to save my friends. But when a certain girl is involved, all my logical thinking goes out the window. I can't think straight. I can't even breathe correctly. That girl is going to be my undoing. Hell, I hear her name and my heart starts to race. I quietly whisper her name and feel shivers all over my body.

Wendy. There it is again. I said goodbye to her over five years ago and have never forgotten about her. Not once have I stopped thinking about her. Can't remember her brothers' names. I'm even having trouble remembering my old lost boys names too. Curly, Nibs, the Twins…damn, there were some more. But it's her name that I can remember, that can cause this reaction in me. It was that name that made me tremble in fear when I heard it spoken by the mermaids. When they told me that she had been in Neverland searching for me. My mind raced and a thousand questions rushed through. How did she get here? How long had she been here? Where was she now? Why couldn't I feel her, as I once had? Then the mermaid gave me an evil smile and whispered one more word that made me tremble.

"Hook."

I hadn't seen or heard of that codfish in five years. I had defeated him and watched him fall to the crocodile. Neverland was a peaceful place now that the pirates were gone. I shook my head, confused.

"How can that be? He's dead. What's he got to do with this?"

"Not dead. Has your Wendy." No more words were needed. I took off toward the open sea and searched for that bloody ship. If Tink knew where I was or what I was doing, she would curse me to no end. I flew closer to the ship and searched for any sign that Wendy may be onboard. Disturbingly enough, I saw no one. The ship looked empty. Like a ghost ship. So I flew back to shore, determined to search for her.

And that's where I was caught. I don't know how but they had me bound and gagged and knocked out in minutes. When I woke up, I was here in this damn cell. I had only seen Hook once, when he was beating the shit out of me with a whip. He wanted me to scream out but I kept my mouth clamped shut. I was Peter Pan; I don't cry or beg for mercy. So he continued to beat me. Now I felt close to passing out as I reached around and felt warm blood running down my back. I sighed and collapsed against the wall, wincing when I felt the cold bars against my injuries. Of course I had questioned Hook about Wendy but he just laughed at me and said something stupid like "little boys in love are so easy to fool." I wasn't in love…and I wasn't a little boy anymore either. I think it surprised him to see me…bigger. (Anyone who uses the term 'grown up' I'll run them through) But it happened after Wendy left…when I started to go visit her in London. I went almost every night, but never went in to talk to her. I don't know why. She just looked so beautiful and I kept hearing her words in my head. I was ungallant and deficient. Just a boy. What could I offer her? Wouldn't it be better for her to forget about me? So I stopped visiting. I hadn't seen her in three years. But I never forgot her. I don't think I ever will. I winced as I felt my heart start to race and I angrily hit my chest.

"Knock it off," I told myself.

"Hello?" I leaped to my feet at the sound of the voice. I thought I was in here alone but now I was hearing voices. I paused for a moment, trying to see through the dark.

"Is someone else there," came the soft voice again. I crept closer, frowning.

"Yes," I answered. "I thought I was alone in this cell."

"And so did I. But you must be new. I know I've been alone for a few weeks."

"I was just brought aboard yesterday," I replied, still squinting to see. Her voice was so familiar to me. It brought back memories and butterflies, neither of them completely unpleasant. But I hoped against hope it was not the voice I was thinking of.

"Well, welcome fellow prisoner. Why are you here?"

"Um. Hook kidnapped me."

"I gathered as much. I meant, why did he kidnap you?" I sat down and saw a dark shape, possibly chained to the wall. I scooted a little closer.

"Because he's evil," I said darkly.

"Mmm. Very true," she agreed. I wished there was light. I needed to know.

"Where are you from," I asked.

"London, England," was her reply and my breathing became rather labored. It couldn't be…it just couldn't.

"So why are you here," I said softly. There was a long pause and I wondered if she had fallen asleep.

"I'm to be bait for someone," she finally spoke. I felt my throat nearly close up.

"Who?"

"Someone who lives on this island. Someone Hook wants dead. But Hook is a fool. He doesn't realize his plan won't work."

"Why won't it work?"

"Because that someone cares nothing for me. He has forgotten all about me." My jaw dropped. Was she serious? She actually thought- believed- that I had forgotten her?

"Um," I finally found my voice, "what makes you think that?"

"He broke his promise. He said he would come back. And he never did." I heard the tears in her voice and it broke my heart. I think the tone of her voice hurt worse than the bleeding wounds on my back. I heard her laugh, though there was no humor in that laugh.

"I didn't expect him to. He has so many adventures. I never expected him to remember me." My throat stuck as I searched for the words to reassure her. I couldn't reveal myself though. Not now. She sounded so bitter and cold, I was sure she would slap me across the face.

"I'm sure that's not true. I don't think he could have forgotten you, Wendy." There was a pause and I gasped.

"How do you know my name," she said suspiciously. I slapped my forehead. Shit!

"I heard Hook say it," I said quickly.

"Oh." Then, "do you have a name?"

"Not really. Everyone just calls me boy." Lying to her was becoming easier. Not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Are you a Lost Boy?"

"No, I was a cabin boy and Hook took me from the docks." Huh. I was getting as good as Wendy at storytelling.

"You sound so familiar. I feel as if I know you from somewhere. I wish there was light so I could see your face."

"I've only been to London once and I wasn't allowed off the ship," I said quickly. I heard chains rattle and heard her sigh.

"So…you weren't already in Neverland then, were you?" I didn't think she was but I made a mental note to strangle that damn mermaid for telling me she was.

"Heavens no. I haven't been to Neverland in nearly five years. And as I said, Pe—that person has forgotten me. Why would I come back?" She couldn't even say my name. I felt my heart ache and all I wanted to do was wrap her in my arms and hold her close. But I remained where I was on the floor.

"When did Hook kidnap you from London?"

"He found me elsewhere," she said softly and I frowned. "But I've been here several weeks, I'd wager. He tortured me for several days but when he discovered I wouldn't give him information, he came up with a different plan. To use me to lure him. I told him it wouldn't work and to let me return to my home but he refused. So now here I am. I expect I have several more days at most." God. To hear her sound so defeated and hopeless killed me.

"Maybe he'll surprise you and come to your rescue. He is a hero after all." I tried to keep the smugness out of my voice but my pride got shot down at her next words.

"He's a cocky little boy who thinks very highly of himself and thinks he can get himself out of any disaster. He's no hero. He sometimes rescues his friends but he's no hero." Um, ouch.

"He rescued you once," I said bitterly. As soon as the words came out I hit myself again. Damn it. Keep your mouth shut, Pan!

Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice.

"Yes, he did," she said and her voice sounded far away. "Hook made me walk the plank when I was a young girl and Peter caught me. He rescued me and defeated Hook and saved the day." I couldn't help but smile.

"You said his name."

"What?"

"The boy. You spoke his name."

"Nevermind. If he came flying in whenever he heard his name, it would have saved me years ago. It doesn't matter if I say his name or not. He's not coming to the rescue. I just hope however Hook decides to kill me, it's quick and relatively painless." I shook my head. I had to find a way out of here so I could show her. I'd be the hero. I had always been her hero.

"It won't be though," she said very softly. I had to lean closer to hear her next words. "Hook wants me to suffer because I saved him that day. He wants Peter to hear my screams. He wants both of us to die." I winced. She had said he tortured her for several days. What awful things had he done to my Wendy? I'd kill him. I'd slit his throat with his own hook. I heard the chains rattle again and I glanced over at her.

"Well, goodnight boy," she said through a yawn. I smiled.

"Sleep well, Wendy."

Hello dear readers! Thanks for stopping by! This is only my 2nd POV fanfic and I'm quite excited about where it's heading-I originally meant for it to be a one shot but it didn't turn out that way. So please review and I'll post another chapter or two this weekend! Thank you!

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