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"Where is the Casino?" you pestered Hatter as you both jettied along in the stolen speed boat across the expansive fresh water lake. You had seemingly lost the suits a while back now and it was time you got back to the task at hand which was finding Alice. "I've already told you, you can't negotiate with The Queen, but the White Rabbit is a different can of onions. Perhaps he'll do a deal. It's a long shot, but it's the only one we've got." You turned surprised towards Hatter. The cool wind was busy whipping your faces and his rakishly handsome one was devoid of any mischieviousness or deception. "We?" you asked. Hatter kept his gaze focused on the empty lake water ahead. He was stoic and silent for a short pause before he spoke. "I don't know if you've noticed this, but my shop was ransacked. I'm...homeless. I'm a target now, not only for the suits, but for the Resistance as well and there's only so many places in Wonderland that I can hide." His face was controlled, but he looked almost vulnerable to you in that moment. "The way I see it, I've only got one option."

"Which is?" you asked. "Go back with you," he replied immediately, "to your world." He turned his head towards you, but when he saw that you were looking at him he promptly swiveled his head to face the front again, avoiding any eye contact. You opened your mouth to say something, but a loud humming sounded off from a distance behind you. You both turned to look and saw a scarab airship slowly lumbering it's way towards you. "Before we do anything we've got to shake that royal flush," Hatter proclaimed. He cranked the engine of the speed boat and soon you were bouncing across the small waves of the lake towards land. It wasn't long before you had put a safe amount of distance between yourselves and the scarab. Hatter steered the boat into a small channel that was encased above by the branches of looming trees. He picked a spot halfway inwards before parking the boat. Hatter got out and tied the docking rope around a tree to keep the little boat from floating away. After you were safely on land he took some fallen tree branches and placed them on top of the boat to camoflauge it from the scarab. The airship was still too far away to be able to spot you. They weren't made for speed that was for sure.

The place where you had come to land was a dense thick forest. Trees stood several stories high and their numerously woven together tree branches created a thick canopy over your heads. You both would be able to move about freely here without fear of the scarab scouting you out from the sky. Fallen away and half rotted logs littered the ground as moss grew over them. Vines hung off of trees like thick ropes here and there. You had to watch your step every where you turned or else you would trip on something or get tangled in another thing. Once Hatter had completed his coverage of the boat he walked a little ways uphill to where you had been standing saying, "I don't know who that weirdo is leading the posse, but whoever he is he's got one heck of a nose for blood." Hatter came to stand beside you and you both took a moment to stare at the forbidding woods before you. "And this is the place to find it," he remarked dismally as a loud animal wail resounded from somewhere far away. "What was that?" you whispered softly while taking an instinctive step closer towards Hatter. You both peered out at the vivid green vegetation that grew all around you, but no movement could be seen and no other sound could be heard except for the constant hum of the birds and bugs. Hatter was standing just behind your shoulder now and he leaned in and cautioned, "There are things in these woods that defy imagination." After that lovely remark he abruptly started to march forward through the dense brush clucking back at you, "Come on, we haven't got much time." Taken aback and more than a little scared you stood there stupidly watching him as he reached the top of another small hill in front of you in no time. He turned to look back at you and his nice sienna leather jacket and dark maroon pinstriped pants seemed so at odds with the surrounding scenery. Hatter's expression softened as he gazed down on you from above. His cockneyed voice was frank as he tried to reason with you. "Look, we can't shake the posse. We can't fight em either. There's only one thing left to try." You stared up at him and asked timidly, "What's that?" His face was open and honest when he answered resignedly, "Lead em into a trap." Then he turned and began to plow forward once more.

You ran to catch up to him, and after you had you traipsed behind him through what felt like miles of nothing but endless woods. You were both silent for the most part, but every now and then Hatter would turn back to make sure you were still close. After a while the cries of birds like vultures or crows bellowed out from somewhere above the canopy of the trees. Hatter began to slow down. "Keep your breathing shallow," he instructed as you both forged ahead. The loud sinister animal wail reverberated throughout the entire forest. It sounded like it was a mixture of a lion's roar, a wale's loud keen, and a gorilla's screech. The cry startled you and you reflexively grabbed onto one of Hatter's arms. "You hear that?" you inquired stupidly. Of course he heard it, what didn't hear that thing! Hatter stopped and without turning around he said, "Yeah, you should find a tree that you can climb." Instantly alarmed you stuttered, "What? Why?" Hatter's face showed his wariness as you clung onto his arm even tighter. He suddenly spun around to face you head on, forcing you to let go of his arm. "The trap we talked about?" he intoned, "This is it." He turned bacl to look out at the forest floor once more before continuing, "I'm the bait."  

"Go!" he commanded as he began running towards the direction where the animal sound had came from. "Wait! What is it?" you cried from behind, "Tell me!" You chased after him, not liking the idea of being alone or of him being bait. Hatter had stopped while taking a quick survey of the woods. You ran up from behind him and gently pulled on his arm to try and get his attention. He looked down at you and explained, "It's a Jabberwock." He was breathing hard and he pleaded with you seriously, "Less of the questions just get going!" Then he placed his hands on your shoulders and spun you around the opposite direction before pushing you to leave. You started to dart off, but then several questions about his plan instantly had you turning back to him. "Wait, you're gonna lead this thing back to the posse?" you asked. Hatter lifted his head up towards the sky in exasperation as he beseeched you, "Yes! After it gets a good look at me. Now could you just please go!" You stared him dead in the eye and asked incredulously, "That's your plan?" More than a little put out himself Hatter started, "If you don't," but he never got to finish that sentence because the loud animal wail sounded out again only this time it was accompanied by loud footsteps. They shook the earth beneath your feet and Hatter's eyes widened as it dawned on you both that the Jabberwock was now only about 50 yards away. You saw it's hulking form appear from out of the corner of your eye as it stomped it's way into the woods towards your right. The thing was built like a dinosaur with grayish blue reptilian like skin. It had thick bent upright legs with four long clawed toes. It's arms were small and folded into it's massive frame like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. On the top of it's back sharp pointed ivory spikes jutted out like a porcupine. It had a long thin neck with a round smaller head. It's eyes bugged out of it's head like softballs and an obvious under bite caused it's front squared teeth to protrude outwards. It opened it's jaw and let out another echoing screech and you could see it's tongue was forked like a serpent's. The creature spotted you and began to lumber towards you both shrieking.

"Run," Hatter stated calmly before taking off in one direction. In a blind panic you bounded off in the opposite direction. The monstrous creature decided to chase you instead of Hatter. As you sprinted you couldn't help, but to look back to see how much it was gaining on you. You got a quick glimpse of it's lengthy whip like tail as the thing turned the corner to follow you. From somewhere even farther behind the monster you heard Hatter cry out your name. You scurried across the forest floor, trying hard not to trip over the scattered rocks and bumps in your way. The Jabberwock howled another dinosaur scream as it's girth shook the ground in it's pursuit. You ran zig-zagging here and there, you remembered somewhere that when predators chased you never to run in a straight line. You twisted and turned through the trees, hoping they would slow the terrible beast down. The giant thing moved deftly through the forest however and stayed nipping at your heels. It stretched out it's great neck and tried to take a bite at you. Luckily you were just fast enough to dance out of reach of it's jaws. You gave a terrified cry as your death seemed almost imminent.

In your frantic struggle to get away you had taken your eyes off the forest floor and your boot got caught untimely in one of the sprawling tree roots. You went crashing towards the ground, but your adrenaline kept you from feeling too much of the impact. You scuddled your way onto your backside as the imposing creature leaned it's long neck down again to try and bite you once more. You scuddled backwards like an awkward crab until your back was pressed up against a tree and just as it's mouth was about to encompass you it stopped suddenly. It shrieked in anger as it pulled it's neck towards you but couldn't move any closer. You laid back and pushed even further just out of it's reach. The thing's thin long head and neck had fit through an opening between two close together trees but it's massive body was stuck. It was then that you realized the monster had small tattered wings on it's back and it flapped them futily. The wings were too thin and too torn up to be able to lift such a hefty creature.  In frustration the Jabberwock reached it's head to try and snap at you but it was still just short. It screeched at you and the force blew you're hair back like a wind tunnel. In horrified shock you watched helplessly as the awful beast snarled and snapped towards you over and over again.

"Hey!" you heard Hatter's voice ring out from somewhere to your left. Within a few second he was sliding down on his knees and skidding towards your side. The dinosaur like creature let out another fearsome howl and the force of it almost sent Hatter careening backwards. Somehow Hatter managed to get back up on his feet and as the Jabberwock reached out its neck again towards you both he punched it viciously in the eye with his right hand. Had it have been a jab from a normal person it might not have hurt the thing too much, but this was a punch from Hatter who had a famed "sledgehammer" hand that you had seen was able to punch through marble. The hideous beast bellowed out in obvious pain and it instinctively drew it's neck back in towards itself. It gave you just enough of an opening to run away. "Come on!" Hatter shouted as he grabbed your arm to help you up. "You okay?" he yelled over the wails of the now thrashing creature. You nodded and that was enough, "Go!" he hollered as he took your hand in his and began running away once more. You both ran for your lives and then suddenly the ground beneath you gave way and you were both sent dropping several feet downwards. You landed on your backsides, but thankfully you both miraculously had missed landing on one of several wooden spikes that were jutting upwards out of the ground. A dull aching pain began to spread outwards from your back to the tips of each of your limbs. "Ow," Hatter announced flatly. A twist of your head found his body sprawled out just above and to a slight angle from your head.  His right arm was only a few mere inches from you. You both lifted your heads to see each other and Hatter asked, "You okay?" When you had fallen it had knocked the air right out of your chest so all you could do was nod that you were while breathing heavily. "Just about," you managed to choke out as the sweet cool air filled your lungs.

Hatter tried to sit up, but fell back with a pained groan. You were about to ask if he was alright when suddenly the vibration of heavy footsteps got closer and the monster's shrill cry sounded out from somewhere close above you. You both froze in terror, your eyes fixed to the opening several feet above. "Stay still!" Hatter whispered right before the Jabberwock's ugly head peered over the mouth of the hole. The poor creature, having it's softball sized eyes glued on both sides of it's head made close up vision for the thing impossible. It could only see to the side of it and to the front at a distance. Still determined to get you guys despite not being able to spot you exactly it lunged it's head towards you, but unfortunately for him it ended up spearing it's jaw on one of the sharpened wooden spikes that jutted up from out of the ground. It cried out in agony as it struggled to free it's head. It was stuck like an olive on a toothpick. The Jabberwock thrashed around a bit before it was finally able to dislodge itself. After one last shout of pain the wounded creature decided to give up on you both rather than risk another stab and so it retreated somewhere deeper into the woods.

You both waited for a few moments until you could no longer feel the vibrations of the Jabberwock's footsteps before you dared to try and move again. Hatter lifted his head up with a hollow cough and a grunt of pain. You managed to prop yourself up on your elbows as you looked towards the opening of the hole. You heard a slight clanking sound and then an older man with a white beard and dressed in armor appeared at the rim. "Vermin!" he hollered down at you, "Saboteurs!" Hatter was now sitting up and you both looked up questioningly at the odd man. "Anarchists!" he hissed while bringing up his hands one a couple inches raised above the other. Then he whined, "I was this close! I was this close to catching him! This close!" Then he suddenly placed his arms by his sides as he stood up straight and dramatically sneered down at you, "Degenerate bag heads!"


To be continued…

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Author’s Notes: Oh my goodness so much stuff going down in this chapter where do I even begin? Let's begin with Hatter because I mean come on there were a lot of wonderful moments from him in this scene. Which was your favorite Hatter moment I'm curious? My favorite part I gotta say is when he punches the Jabberwock in the eye because he seemed so cautious and tense around Dodo, but when it comes to giant monsters he's just like "Okay I'll be bait no big deal. Now I'll punch a monster in the face because yolo!" Seriously every time I watch this show you guys I pick up on so many things about Hatter that I had never thought about before. He is just such a treasure. A little dose of Hatter is just what I needed this Valentine's Day and I hope he is just what you guys needed too. Anyways be sure to check back soon for the next chapter for more Wonderland goodness. If you are interested you can find the full DVD on Barnes & Noble’s website.
Until next time guys!
HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 10
Happy Valentines Day Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!!  

Here is my V-day gift to all you lovelies. Hatter, Hatter, and more Hatter! This is really the first substantial development of the relationship between the reader and Hatter and there are just so many subtle sweet moments that it made me swoon a bit when I was writing. I hope you all have a wonderful day today whether you are single or in a relationship. It doesn't have to be Forever Alone Day unless you allow it to be. And here is a message from Hatter. 

:iconhatterplz:  "Whoever gets to be your Valentine today is a lucky guy..."


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:iconaliceinwonderlandplz: Alice In Wonderland characters belong to Lewis Carroll while the world of Alice belongs to SyFy.  
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The Captain's personal chamber was four times the size of the tiny cabin you had been in before. Where as the previous room had been sorely barren this one was decorated to the highest degree. The wooden walls weren't the standard oak color you had seen in the hallways and in the little cabin instead they were all black lacquered and glossy with thick gold lustered trim that curved and sloped into decorative arches here and there. Every surface inch of wood in sight was expertly carved by a master artist's hand in intricate flourishing designs. Outstretched and ornate cimmerian Persian rugs covered most of the floor giving the room the illusion of being carpeted. Delicate gold candelabras sprang forth from perfectly measured places in the walls. Some simply stood atop some furniture pieces here and there, their faint dancing flames illuminating the room with a dim intimate glow. Everything in here was the height of luxury and opulence. It wasn't grim enough to be considered Gothic chic, but it held an air of dark nobility with it's rich hues of deep reds, vivid golds, and intense blacks.
     
You heard Hook before you saw him. Haunting melancholy strains from a grand pianoforte filled the room from the left of center area of the expansive Captain's quarters. Hook's rich baritone joined the mournful refrain as it rose and fell in a slow sorrowful ballad. You took a few steps more into the room with Mr. Smee right beside you. Hook was seated at the fashionable ebony and gold trimmed instrument. His good hand and his metal hooked one were both busy dexterously tapping the keys, creating and winding the melody as his voice blended with it in a sad siren song of the sea. "Wrote it himself," Smee chirped happily as he beamed down at you. He swayed softly by your side, his eyes closing behind his circle lensed glasses, seemingly happy to get lost in the Captain's tune. You stood there just a few steps short of the doorway watching as the supposed ill-reputed villain of Neverland somberly serenaded the otherwise empty room. You were momentarily dumbfounded by this surreal scene. You had expected a showdown, a fearsome war of words and wills, or at the very least a tension filled first meeting with the all around reviled Captain Hook, but instead you were here witnessing an impromptu private performance. This wasn't like anything you had, had in mind, but then again neither was Hook himself.  
     
The image of him that you had conjured up in your mind was that of a filthy, dirt caked, savage pirate who was dressed in rags with missing blackened teeth, scraggly greasy hair, and an ugly murderous grin. An evil man who's bloodthirstiness would reek off of him like a decaying corpse, but the man in front of you was far from all of those things. You could only see his side profile from where you were standing, but what you saw was enough to take your breath away. The first feature of his to capture your eye was his hair, voluminous, dense blackened ringlets with a polished shine coiled and cascaded over broad shoulders. Most men looked feminine with long hair that curled down past their shoulders, but there was nothing feminine about this man. He was draped in a trailing renaissance styled reddish brown robe.  Silver buttons in a filigree pattern dotted the wide brimming collar and rolled up sleeve ends stylishly. The whole thing hung off of his lean frame in casual elegance. Underneath the robe he wore a brilliantly colored maroon poet's shirt that opened in a v pattern just beneath his collarbone revealing a peek of his hardened chest. Matching dark maroon pinstripe pants clung to his long lean legs before tucking into tall knee high leather boots. You stared, half in awe of the beautiful music he was making, and the other half in awe of the way his masculine figure looked as he made it.

The Captain brought the haunting melody to it's inevitable crescendo by dragging his gleaming silver hook across the keys in an arching final scale. When the last note ended he turned and placed his gaze upon you, meeting your eyes with his piercing ones. They were as blue as forget-me-nots. A sort of soft glacial color with muted undertones of pale white streaked throughout them resting underneath a curtain of lace black lashes. They silently conveyed a solemn, but sharp intelligence within them. Now that you had an unimpeded view of the front of his face you noticed he had a perfectly trimmed and styled mustache that fanned out slightly over his full arched upper lip. A small chin patch sat just below his pillowy bottom lip and it trailed down into a short neatly trimmed chin strap beard. A strong brow sloped into a downwards turned nose that hung above a stately squared chin. Age defined his features beautifully, carving them out and giving him a distinguished air that young men never could pull off. To top it all off the dark mane encased his face the way the right border can frame a work of art and turn it into a masterpiece. Peter was devilishly handsome in a wild untamed youthful way, but Hook was his complete opposite. He was the model of dark masculine sophistication. Perfectly cultured, perfectly controlled, and perfectly put together. He turned the full force of his beauty towards you and cooed in a rich dulcet voice, "Welcome, darling."

Given his reputation and the fact that he had technically kidnapped you, you should have been scared of him even despite his masterful singing and piano playing. Your first meeting should have been like the original Phantom Of The Opera, where the girl sees him and falls down and faints in horror, but you were frozen where you stood, and instead of being afraid of him you found yourself entranced. You were silent, too transfixed by his appearance to answer him. Luckily he filled the lull by suddenly coming to a stand and giving you a courtly bow. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Captain James Hook. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He gave you a subdued smile before straightening, but again you maintained your previous silence. Undettered by your rudeness he waved his good hand in a sweeping motion towards a long dark wood table that was brimming with foods of all kinds. The heady aroma coming off of them had wafted to your nose making your empty belly rumble in want. "You must be famished, please have a seat. We can talk more over dinner."  

Mr. Smee escorted you to the table and pulled out a high backed chair for you. Not really sure what else to do you took it and smiled weakly up at him. You may have been a hostage, but you doubted Mr. Smee was very dangerous. He was more like the bumbling house keeper, or in this case, ship keeper. A short once over showed no apparent gun or sword holster on him. With quick sure strides Hook came to stand behind you. You felt his good hand and his hooked one wrap around the slats of the chair on both sides of you. Your heart hitched as your eyes zeroed in on the dull silver knife and fork on the table in front of you. If he made any other move you'd grab them and try and shove them into his bewitching too blue eyes. In one abrupt motion that was too fast to register he had simply pushed your chair in. When you had felt yourself move you had grasped the dinner fork in your hands and cradled it to your chest, but he had stepped away before you could use it. If he had noticed you arming yourself he pretended like he didn't as he sauntered around the massive table to come to a seat in the throne like chair placed directly across from you. He regarded you levelly and as your gazes met you were about to say something, but a sudden whip of a towel by your side stole your attention as Mr. Smee bent like a trained maitre de and placed an ironed cloth eggshell napkin onto your lap. Then he pulled a heavy stoneware beer stein off the table and queried, "A drink Miss?" He looked so eager to please and so genuinely happy to serve that you just nodded your head in assent. Mr. Smee grabbed a tall glass goblet from the table and began to pour some dark purplish red liquid into it. From the looks of the stuff you guessed it was more than likely wine. When he finished you gave him a hushed thank you. He beamed down at you, seemingly proud to have been of some service.

"That will be all Mr. Smee," Captain Hook dismissed with an elegant flick of his good wrist. Without further ado Mr. Smee fled somewhere to the right side of the room. Completely at ease Hook started to pick out what he wanted from the dishes on the table and compiled them on his plate. You made no motion to move towards the delicious looking food even though the rolling in your stomach began to intensify. You didn't know if their previous manners were all just a pretense to get you comfortable so you would eat and they could poison you. After surviving attacks by mermaids and fairy royalty it just seemed too lame to die of poisoning now. "Is the food not to your liking?" Hook inquired.

"I don't typically like being poisoned," you answered while crossing your arms over your chest.
Hook chuckled as he pointed out, "My dear, if I wanted to kill you I would have done it already. I've had ample opportunity to do it while you were passed out. Waiting for you to wake up and then serving you dinner just so I can poison you seems like an awful lot of unnecessary trouble to go through don't you think?"

You couldn't exactly argue with that and you couldn't recall the last time you had eaten either. It was before the trial with the Faerie Courts and that seemed like so long ago already. Not wanting Hook to see your eagerness you daintily picked out an apple and hesitantly began nibbling on it. A small satisfied smirk played along Hook's lips as he toasted you with his wine. You didn't return the favor and instead decided to go on the offensive. "Why are you here?" you demanded.  
 
"This is my ship," he replied coolly.

"Exactly. Why are you on it and not in the cave fighting Peter and The Lost Boys?"

He took another sip of his wine before answering casually, "I'm here because this is exactly where I'm supposed to be. I never intended to fight Pan."

You threw up your hands in disbelief and yelled, "Then why did you kidnap Tiger Lily?"

"To be my distraction of course." He blinked slowly and peered back at you. Apparently he was unfazed by your yelling.

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought you'd fall over. "A distraction for what? What kind of trap did you set for them? Why are you doing this?"

Hook plucked his napkin from his lap and gingerly dabbed at his mouth. "The princess is being held in the cave inside Skull Rock, perfectly safe mind you, and guarded by the rest of my crew merely as a distraction to get Pan and the Lost Boys away long enough for me and you to have a private chat. Your friends will all be quiet fine when this is all over I assure you."

There was no malice in his smokey smooth voice. He answered your questions as casually as if you were both discussing dinner plans, which in a way he was, but you certainly weren't. You eyed him looking for any signs of obvious deception, but he answered so matter of factly and he never turned his head away from your probing gaze. He openly stared back at you, meeting you head on, and patiently he waited for you to respond. He was obviously throwing the ball in your court. Not sure what else to do you just decided to run with it. Your time in the Pixie Courts had shown you that you were never really good with head games anyway.

"You couldn't have just sent me an invitation?"  

"If I was sure you would have gotten it and that Pan and the others wouldn't dissuade you from coming then yes, I would have, but given the history between us I didn't see that as a viable option."  

"So all of this is just to get me here so we can chat," you made air quotes with your fingers as you emphasized your palpable skepticism.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is." For the first time Hook broke his unaffected manner as he sighed and looked downwards dejectedly. "The plan was originally just to lure Pan out and then I'd have my men escort you here so we could talk, but then Miss Bell," he paused and inclined his head towards your right where Smee was sitting just a few feet away. On a small table beside him a clear glass lantern was lit up by the slow shooting sparks of Tinkerbell. The tiny buxom pixie was lying on her side, seemingly sleeping peacefully. When you concentrated you could hear tiny jingle sounds coming from her. You couldn't make out her face all that well from where you were, but she didn't seem to be in any immediate trouble. Maybe they had drugged her like they did you, only could they drug something so small? How would that even be possible? And hadn't Titania hinted at her joining Hook a long time ago? You tried to think back, to summon your previous conversation with the mermaid Queen, but you came up with nothing. Oblivious to your inner musings Hook continued, "informed us that you had visited the mermaids, by the time my men got to the Lagoon you were gone again. I asked some of the mermaids where you went and they told me you had gone to Pixie Hollow. No human is allowed entrance there, not even Pan, so you could imagine mine, and Miss Bell's shock at having heard you were on trial before the Faerie Courts. Knowing there kind, I must confess I feared the worst. In case you did make it out alive I placed my men by Pan's house to wait for you and ordered them to bring you here as quickly as possible. I did not however condone their use of force. You have my deepest apologies for the way you were so rudely handled and of course, my sincerest sympathies for your...companion." His velvety voice seemed to hitch and lower on the last word.      

The memory of George's colorless lifeless body laying in the palms of your hands came unbidden to your mind. Instant tears prickled at your eyes. You had been a little taken aback by how seemingly non-threatening Hook was at first, but now with the memory of George's sacrifice fresh in your mind you were through with all his pleasantries and posturings. Gritting your teeth you slammed your palms on the top of the table as you put as much venom in your voice as you could muster, "Stuff your sorries! Sorry won't bring George back to life. Sorry won't comfort his family, and sorry won't stop me from hating you anymore than I already do!"

Hook took your words in stride. He made no attempt to defend himself or to calm you down. He just sat and submissively waited for you to decide how the next few seconds would go. You wiped furiously at your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry, but at the same time unable to stop because the wound of George's death was just too fresh and you were just so emotionally tired. Too much had happened in too short a time and each crisis that passed and cropped up left you splintered, dulled, and one step closer to becoming jaded. Swallowing your rising emotions you lifted your gaze back to Hook. His attractive aristocratic features seemed to be mirroring your inner feelings. He suddenly appeared exhausted and world weary. His shoulders sagged and his forget me not eyes filled with a deep understanding as if he too were used to the constant struggles and losses that came with just being in Neverland. But that was impossible because he was the cause of all the troubles in this messed up world.

Ignoring his weighted gaze, you sank in your seat and turned your head to the left as you spat out bitterly, "Well you got what you wanted. Here I am! Aren't you happy?"
 
His voice was soft and very slow as he replied, "I can never be happy...not while I'm still in this world at least. And sadly my dear, I'm afraid neither can you."

You refused to take the bait. You didn't care what he had to say, you hoped he choked on his words and fell dead to the ground just like George had.

"What do you want from me? Just get to the point already!" you snapped.

A heavy sigh penetrated the otherwise silent room. His melodious voice weakened a treble as he responded gently, "The truth. I just wanted to tell you the truth."

"The truth about what?"

"The truth about Peter and Neverland."  

Your attention now piqued you sat up a bit straighter. Your voice was heavy with your mistrust as you asked, "What about Peter ?"

Hook looked as if he didn't want to go on, but he did anyway as he brought his steely gaze even with your own, "About the fact that he has been lying to you and that if you don't go back to your world very soon you will never be able to return to it again."

To be continued…

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Authors Note: Oh my goodness it has been so long you guys! I'm really sorry for the long wait it seems every time I get really serious about a posting schedule something in my life throws me a fastball. In my recent case it has been a good fastball though because I'm now a staff writer for an online Catholic website so that has sort of taken a lot of my free writing time. So now I have that, my 2 series on here, and then my personal novel which I'm working on at the moment. (Please pray for me I'm thinking of trying to get it published when it is finished!) Still I'm going to try and power through and write all the things! It just might take me longer now with everything considering, but I hope you all will still stick with me. Seriously I wouldn't be moving ahead so far with my writing if it weren't for all of you guys and your support. I'm very grateful to all of you. Now that I've said that what did you guys think of Hook I'm dying to know? Was he worth the wait? You can be honest with me. I can take it. Anyways thank you again for reading everyone! Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out what will happen next. Much love to you all!    
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 32
Peter shrugs Surprise! Bet you weren't expecting me.

Yes it's been so long and today isn't a holiday which is usually when I post updates, but Groundhog's Day just passed and Lent is coming around the corner so we will just say this is in honor of both of those lol. I'm guessing that wasn't the way you thought the first meeting with Hook would be. Don't worry I will elaborate on him and what he's up to in the next chapter. I will have to warn you guys though the next chapter is going to explain A LOT of things about Peter, The Lost Boys, Red Handed Jill, the Pixies, and Neverland itself. I've waited for such a long time for us to get here so I can finally piece together for you all some bits of this scattered puzzle. I don't know who is more excited you guys or me. Anyways I did base this Hook majorly off of Jason Isaacs portrayal, but I'd love to know if you guys picture him differently. That's all folks! Until next time! wave remake 


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You rode the elevator bus upwards for a time while Hatter regathered himself. As soon as he could breathe normally again he stood up with his usual fluid gracefulness and made his way past you to the driver's seat. He pulled on some levers which brought the bus downwards and you had a panicked moment thinking that he meant to go back to the library, but before you could question him about it the bus came to an abrupt stop. The jerk of the clunky machine made you stagger, but thankfully you were able to keep a tight grip on the steel pole so you didn't fall. As soon as the doors to the bus hissed open you stormed out of them. You walked down a short concrete hallway that opened up into the fresh air of the outdoors. You slowed your step a bit mindful that these buildings often led out to open drops hundreds of feet in the air. This one led out to a small clearing of dirt at first sight. You charged your way ahead, but had to stop when you realized that it too sadly only led to a giant drop off. A bit of vertigo came rushing back as you caught sight of the massive free fall below. You quickly took a few steps back as you grabbed the base of a large tree that was somehow growing there. You were angry, angry at this world, angry with the people in it, angry at this situation, and more than that you were desperately holding onto the anger inside you because without it you would be left feeling nothing, but crippling fear and confusion.    

"Where do you think you're going?" Hatter called out after you in his cockneyed British accent as he tried to catch up. "Anywhere but here," you answered as you carefully tried to make your way around the tree. You circled around the tree trunk placing it in between yourself and Hatter who was still trying to reach you. "There are no go areas in this town," he said calmly as you both stopped on opposite sides of the tree. "I don't believe this is happening!" you cried as your poor brain tried to come up with a new plan, but failed. "This place! You people! This is all too weird!" you snapped your frustration at Hatter. He took a small step towards you, locking gazes with you from across the tree as he said, "Listen calm down, I'm going to try and get you home Okay?" He seemed sincere, but then again he did before and look where that had gotten you. "Really?" you snarked sarcastically while breaking eye contact and moving to place the tree firmly in between you both again. "Yes," he answered matter of factly while trying to move towards you again. You both circled around the tree once more like a strange dance, you fixedly trying to keep him at a distance and he determined to close it. "Really. Could you just- could you just keep still?" he said, while suddenly stopping in his tracks. Before you could realize it though you had managed to come around the tree again which brought you face to face with him. "Oh really? What's in it for you? Let me guess you want your usual cut up front?" you threw the words he had said to Dodo earlier in the library back at him. "Look I don't blame you for being angry. I acted impetuously."          

"No, Selfishly," you shot back, "You acted selfishly!" This man was as slippery and self serving as a used car salesman. He had "bought" you from Ratty no doubt to trade you over to Dodo for a better return for himself. Had it not been for the Stone of Wonderland who knows what kind of deal Dodo would have eventually made. Who even knew what kind of "business" they had done together before? Looking like someone who had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar Hatter said, "Whatever word you wanna use. Let me make it up to ya!" You stared back at him hard without replying. Your mistrust plastered all over your face. Hatter stopped and looked into your eyes again as he said with a more genuine and serious tone this time, "This is a dangerous place. Trust me, you're going to need my help." You both stood there and stared at each other silently. Trust wasn't something you associated with this charming drug dealer, but at the same time you had no other option. There wasn't anyone else you could rely on and you were in a world where you knew none of the rules. He was your only way to get to the Casino at the moment so you would just have to follow his lead for now while keeping a close eye on him. Part of you was weak towards his general air of humor and harmlessness, but you wouldn't be fooled again. No amount of pretty words or charismatic expressions were going to cloud your judgement again.

You nodded your head towards him in silent assent as you held one hand out motioning for him to lead the way. He walked in front of you and began to guide you through the labyrinth like buildings and suspended sidewalks. You were currently following him closely on a narrow stretch of a sidewalk ledge. After some time Hatter broke the silence saying, "The Looking Glass is the only way to get you back home and it is here in the city, but it's the most heavily guarded piece of kit in Wonderland." Only a couple strides behind him you quickly replied, "I've got to find Alice first." Hatter stopped dead in his tracks and spun on his heel to face you. The look on his face was disbelieving as he objected, "Have you not heard a word I said?" You stared up at him and his rich brown eyes seemed to be sincerely struggling to understand you. "I don't know how she got mixed up in this, but I know that she's not a thief. The man in white said she stole it, but I don't believe that. Alice isn't that kind of person. Somehow she ended up with this ring and it has landed her in a pile of trouble. If it wasn't for this thing she'd be home safe." Hatter's eyebrows furrowed as he peered at you intensely, "How did she get hold of it?" It was the same thing he had asked you before on the elevator bus and again you had no answer. Dodo had asked you as well but his eyes had been filled with an avaricious glint at the time. Hatter's were more skeptical and cautious like he wasn't entirely sure what was going on but wanted to get to the bottom of it nonetheless. He never took his eyes off you as he waited patiently for your response. Feeling uncomfortable you side stepped around him and began leading the way down the narrow ledge as you finally answered, "Well I don't know, but the point is that I'm the only one who can get her out of this mess." Hatter's sure legged strides caught up to your cautious ones in no time. "How'd you figure that out?" He queried. You could feel his eyes still trained intently on the back of your head. "Well I've got the ring I can use it to negotiate her release." Hatter immediately let his disapproval be known "Alright, no. No." You stopped and leaned against the wall for support. You still were incredibly uncomfortable being up so high with nothing substantial to hold on to. Hatter was by your side and leaning closer towards your face. His usually merry and nonchalant demeanor was completely gone and replaced with sober wariness. "No, you can't negotiate with the Queen she's crazy. You have to cut your losses and get out of here while you still can."

You immediately rejected this plan, "No, I can't just abandon Alice. She's innocent and besides she's my best friend." Hatter rolled his eyes and mocked, "Oh she's your friend?" Not liking his attitude you looked at him defiantly and said, yes. He took a step back like you were ridiculous before he side stepped you and took the lead again. "My best friend!" you called out towards his back as you quickly tried to catch up to him. He stopped suddenly, and turning towards you he stressed, "Trust me, I know a thing or two about liking people, in time after much chocolate and cream cakes like turns into what was her name again?"  You shook your head unable to comprehend such a thing. "No, not in my world. Look I don't have the best record with friends..." Hatter made a face and broke in with a sardonic, "There's a shock," before turning his back on you once more. You didn't let that stop you though as you followed him and continued on, "And this is the first one that has meant the most to me. There is no way that I am going to give her up now." Hatter's confident pace slowed down suddenly. He held out one of his arms to tell you to stop. His attention fixed on something ahead of you. "Stay close," he commanded as you both began to deftly maneuver around the building ledge. You looked ahead and saw that you were now back in front of the crosswalk that lead to the Tea Shoppe.

Hatter and you quietly hid off to the side of the red telephone box in front as you both watched while the men in black suits who were standing on the latticed front porch stopped to question people. "Hey have you seen her?"a man with a smooth white porcelain hare shaped thing over his head demanded as he shook a poor clueless man harshly before throwing him off the porch with a cruel, "Get out of here!" The man tumbled and hit the very edge of the suspended crosswalk before falling right off the side to his doom. You could hear his scream as he fell who knew how many stories down. You were so high off the ground that his screams slowly faded into nothingness. You never heard any moment of impact. The man with the hare head didn't even seem to care he just turned to the next person and said, "You! Have you seen her?" Upon closer inspectiom you were able to recognize that the small filthy man talking to a tall man wearing a black robe and a matching bowler hat was Ratty. The man he was conversing with almost looked like a type of priest except for instead of a crucifx hanging from a chain around his neck he wore a a large silver clover. He too didn't seem that upset or even put out about the man who had just been thrown to his death so clearly he was no priest.

You were both close enough to be able to faintly make out parts of their conversation. The man in black said, "She told you she was looking for Alice?" True to his namesake, Ratty nodded emphatically, "Yeah, yeah!" Your stomach lurched as a sliver of fear began to course through you. "You work with rats long enough and you turn into one 'ey." Hatter said with his cockneyed British accent, taking the words right out of your mouth. You squinted your eyes, trying to get a better look at the man with the white porcelain thing shaped like a hare on his head. What is that?" you quietly asked Hatter, unsure of what that thing on his head was supposed to be. "Nothing I've ever seen before. Wait," you both watched as the man with the hare head's body was turned towards the side, but the head twisted in an exorcist type fashion towards where you both were hiding. If he had been human his neck would have been broken. "No, it can't be..." Hatter trailed off as the man with the hare head began purposefully marching towards your direction. You and Hatter took off, not waiting for the suits and the strange hare headed man to find you. You were both jogging, trying to navigate over the thickly weeded area in between the dilapidated buildings and the ominous looming sidewalk edges. Hatter stopped for a moment to look back. "What?" you asked him before turning around yourself to see. "We should run," he said urgently. You had spun around to see all of the men in black suits chasing after you both, the man with the hare head in the lead. "RUN! QUICKLY!" Hatter bellowed as you both sprinted off deeper into the weeds and concrete. Being faster than you Hatter ran ahead and stopped suddenly, sliding on a bit of dirt patch he yelled, "Come on!" as he turned and motioned for you to follow him into a hidden off stairwell. You followed him down the stairs your heart pounding in your head and your breath coming in ragged gasps. When you reached the bottom Hatter hastily surveyed your surroundings before tapping your wrist gently, pointing to the left, and saying, "That way!" You ran in the direction he had motioned and soon you came upon a little wooden pier off of a small canal much like the one you had, had to swim through to get back to the city after you had fallen from the scarab air ship. Hatter wasted no time in untying the small lonely speed boat that was hooked up to the dock. "Down here, we'll smuggle into the boat. Quickly!" he urged after hopping in the boat. He began fervently to pull on the cord to start the motor, but it wouldn't budge. You looked behind you in panic to see the suits gaining on you. "Hold on there's a knack to this." Hatter said as he pulled the string back again. It still didn't start. "Which apparently I never learned!" Hatter quipped while he jumped to the front of the boat and turned the key. With his other hand he hit the top of the wooden dash and screamed, "Come on!" Miraculously the boat started up and you both zipped away, leaving the suits to watch you both leave back on the dock.      


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Author’s Notes: Hello again guys! This chapter was chock full of Hatter so I hope you liked it. Hatter has so much personality it is hard to translate it into words. Still I hope you all find him as rakishly charming as I do. This is just a short chapter for now. I have a Valentine's Day chapter already planned that will be full of Reader x Hatter interactions to celebrate the day with. So for all you Valentine's Day haters don't get too down because Hatter will be here waiting for you. Anyways be sure to check back soon for the next chapter for more Wonderland goodness. If you are interested you can find the full DVD on Barnes & Noble’s website.
Until next time guys!
HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 9
Alice got the Acids (Emoticon) Awww yeeaaahhh still going strong with my New Year's Resolutions!  

It is February already can you guys believe it? How are you all doing with those resolutions? Don't worry you can still pick them up again if you've let them slide, or you can decide if you truly wanted to do it or not and cross off the one's you don't. I'm still trying to go strong with finishing this story by the end of the year. I don't know if I will make it or not but it won't be for lack of trying that's for sure. I've already got the next chapter lined up so expect another update soon. And expect some sweet Hatter moments too. Cute Emoticon Blushing 

Btw I hope you guys like Mad March, he is quite a character and INCREDIBLY hard to describe for people who haven't seen the show. I mean a guy with a porcelain rabbit for a head doesn't exactly translate well without the visual to go with it. So for those who still haven't seen the show just look up Mad March SyFy Alice on Google and you will get what he is supposed to look like lol. If not it might be quite a struggle imagination wise. Although knowing some of you it might be funner to keep your original image in your head lol. Troll 


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The frightening man clad in black was running down the long hallway of the library towards you. You tried every button and knob you could think of but nothing you were doing was making the bus budge. You looked back towards the hallway with dread to watch as Dodo was about halfway to you now. You watched him approach helplessly trapped like a rat when suddenly a lightning quick smaller figure came dashing up from behind him and tackled Dodo to the ground. It was Hatter! He was alive! Hatter pinned the now flailing Dodo to the ground. He looked up and your eyes met as he called out to you, "Hit the blue button!" After some frantic searching your fingers found the button in question hidden off to the side, but you stopped, hesitating. You looked back at Hatter now battling with Dodo on the red carpeted library floor. You couldn't just press the button and leave him there, he'd be killed!

The fight was escalating now, Dodo had managed to get up off of the floor and he and Hatter were now brutally pushing each other into the unforgiving marbled columns. "Go! Hurry up and push the blue button!" Hatter exclaimed while grabbing a hold of the front of Dodo's long coat. He reached back his right fist and with a force you weren't sure was entirely human he aimed for Dodo's head. Dodo dodged at the right time and Hatter's fist hit so hard into the marble it actually dented it and caused the column to shake and crack. The force was enough to send some small pieces of the column flying in a puff of white dust. You could see now why Owl had called it a sledgehammer before because the impact done was about the same as a real one would have made. "Lucky." you heard Hatter quip, but it was no time for jokes as his fist was now momentarily stuck in the column. It was all the time Dodo needed. He kneed Hatter once in the gut and as he was bent over in pain he then proceeded to knee him in the face. The blows caused Hatter to collapse on his back towards the ground. Wasting no time Dodo climbed on top of him and gave him another cruel sock to the face. As Dodo continued his relentless assault on Hatter's face you couldn't bare to watch anymore. Without thinking you ran off the bus to Hatter's defense. Fortunately Dodo was so focused on punching Hatter that he didn't realize your sudden approach until it was too late. Without hesitating you ran up in front of him and as soon as you spotted an opening you kicked Dodo in the face with all your might. You had a split second of satisfaction as the heel of your boot hit him square in his pompous chin. He fell back in a howl of injury and rage. Not allowing him to get back up you kicked him again while he was down. You grabbed Hatter by the shoulders as Dodo rolled on his back from the waves of pain ."Come on Hatter!" you cried as he got to his knees. He wasn't moving that well, but he still decided to take up precious time by grabbing his fallen top hat in his hands and pushing it atop his disheveled and beaten head as you both ran together towards the open doors of the elevator bus.

You crashed through the doorway together as you lunged to move and press the blue button. The doors closed behind you both instantly and the clunking elevator like bus began to loudly creak and shake. Dodo's infuriated bellow resounded down the hallway but began to diminish as the bus was pulled upwards through the various levels of the building. Your tiredness combined with the force of gravity slammed you on your knees to the bus floor where Hatter was laying with his back leaning against the bottom of the first seat and with his legs sprawled out in front of him across the aisle way. He was breathing heavy with his head lolled back and the memory of him being shot flashed across your mind. You began tearing at his shirt frantically looking for an entry wound, your only thought was to stop the bleeding before he bled out. You pulled down the front of his paisley dress shirt only to have it reveal a black kevlar bullet proof vest. There embedded just below his left collarbone was the bullet from Dodo's gun. "Body armor..." You remarked aloud while your eyes scanned him for a few seconds of blank confusion until your mind finally was able to push back the panic and piece together the current information. Hatter was fine. The shot didn't even break his skin. "You're not even wounded..."

The anxiety and fear of the past five minutes were receding quickly now and your anger at Hatter exploded."You lied to me!" you screeched as you smacked him in his chest right in the vicinity where he had been shot. He instantly cried out in pain. The bullet may not have punctured his skin but he would have a nasty bruise there for awhile. You pushed yourself back onto your feet away from him and grabbing onto the steel pole you stared down at the seemingly beleaguered Hatter. "I was trying to help ya!" he defended himself breathlessly while clutching one hand to his chest. "By selling my ring?" you shot back incredulously. "I didn't know it was the Stone Of Wonderland now did I?", he bit back still panting while bringing one arm up to rub his reddened throat. "Well you could have asked me before bringing me here!" you shouted back at him. Hatter let out a strained gasp, still clutching onto his neck in obvious discomfort as he replied simply, "You wouldn't have come." Terrified, angry, and confused you pointed down at Hatter and exploded, "You're darn right I wouldn't! He almost killed me!" Hatter looked up at you insolently and held his paisley shirt open even more, pointing and drawing attention to his bullet proof vest with the still lodged bullet inside. "Yeah well he actually shot me so," but you didn't let him finish. With a hard stomp of your boot you interrupted him, refusing to allow him the chance to weasel or charm his way out of anything anymore. "Tell me the truth, what is the Stone of Wonderland?" You locked eyes with him, letting your expression tell him you meant business. Hatter let out a small grunt of pain as he gazed up at you from the bus floor. His voice was strained as he said, "It's a big deal! It was mined by the ancient knights to power the Looking Glass," he had to stop several times in between words for breath, "the door that connects your world to ours." A slight glossy sheen of sweat began to break out across Hatter's pale face. He really had taken a beating from Dodo earlier, but you wouldn't let your heart give him any sympathy. This man had bought you from Ratty for drugs, taken you to some kind of underground kingpin, tried to sell the ring Alice gave you without permission, and had almost gotten the both of you killed. You were done with being taken in by his handsome looks and deceptive aloofness. "Knights?" you asked, trying to stay on topic. Hatter closed his eyes and waved one hand as he explained, "They were wiped out a long time ago by the Queen. She took the Looking Glass and of course," he paused, obviously trying to suppress the pain he was in, "the Stone."

Hatter let out a muffled growl of agony, before asking you faintly, "How did Alice get hold of it?" Truthfully it was a question you had been asking yourself. She had said it had been in her family for ages, but there seemed to be a much more complex story behind it all. What had your friend gotten into? Alice, lovely, strange, and curious Alice surely couldn't have known about all of this until just recently. You lived with her and spent almost all your time together with her. There was no way she could have been involved with this messed up world and the even more messed up people that lived in it. Surely her natural thirst for adventure had somehow made her stumble into this world and upon this ring. You were positive you both were just innocent bystanders caught in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong ring. You brought your left hand up a little ways away from your face to inspect the thing which seemed to be causing so much chaos. It was just as gaudy as before, with the round sapphire in the middle surrounded by the coiled band of emerald snakes placed atop the thick silver band that held the combination numbers. It sparkled a bit in the places the light hit it as you turned your hand back and forth. So much fuss over something so small. You didn't know what power or importance exactly this ring had, but Alice had entrusted it to you and you weren't going to let it out of your sight no matter what happened.      


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Author’s Notes: Happy New Year! I really was very remiss in updating this series last year so I want to make it up to you guys and be more faithful in updating this one too. So here is the first update in a long time, I'm just polishing up a few more of the next chapters as we speak so don't think you will be waiting half a year for the next one lol. Here is to a new year! I pray it will be the best one yet for all of us!  Anyways be sure to check back soon for the next chapter for more Wonderland goodness. If you are interested you can find the full DVD on Barnes & Noble’s website.
Until next time guys!
HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 8
:HappyNewYear: Happy New Year!   

First post of 2016 and I thought this series deserved it, because I hadn't updated since last Easter. Guys, I'm so sorry for the long wait, seriously if you are still reading this series then I want you to know that I love you and I thank you for waiting so patiently. I got a bit caught up in my Peter Pan series that I let this one slide, but not this year! This year I am determined to FINISH yep, you read that right FINISH this series. If i start to get a bit lax again then I give you all permission to bring it to my attention. (In a nice way please)

Happy 2014! So here is to another great year! I hope you all enjoy and make the most out of 2016! I love you guys!Little Pixel Heart 


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You awoke to the sound of old wood softly creaking and shifting here and there. You opened your eyes to find yourself in a tiny wooden room that was faintly lit by the fading sun through a port window hole. It was fortunate that you were lying down on a small bed because a slight wave of nausea overcame you as you tried to sit up. The sudden force of it forced you to lie back down again. You were beginning to grow incredibly weary of constantly passing out and waking up feeling weak and disoriented. You felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland always blundering into the next impossible scene from this dark fantasy land with no foreseeable end in sight. Something or someone was always intent on either harming you or killing you and nothing ever really made complete sense here. And just like Alice had, you found yourself about to come face to face with the evil villain of this world.

It didn't take long to surmise that you were on a large boat. The light almost unnoticeable rocking of the faded dark wood paneled room gave it away instantly. And just outside you could hear the faint sounds of the sea. You couldn't say you were surprised, it was pirates who drugged and abducted you after all so where else would they take you other than their pirate ship? But it was all so strange... how could you be abducted by pirates when they were all supposed to be at war with Peter and The Lost Boys right now? Were those just the one's left behind to man the boats? Was there more than one boat? How many pirates were there under Captain Hook anyway? And if they had some to spare to leave behind what did that mean for poor Peter and the Boys?    
 
You rested your head on the soft pillow waiting patiently for the nausea to pass. You'd learnt a thing or two in the past week in Neverland about pushing your body too much before it was ready. You didn't appear to be in any immediate danger so you allowed yourself to rest a few moments and regather your strength. You weren't in any rush to open that cabin door and subject yourself to whatever was about to play out without being confident in your ability to stand up on your own without feeling like you were going to pass out. If the goal of the pirates was to kill you they would have done it already so there had to be a bigger reason behind kidnapping you. They could have taken you to lure Peter into a trap, but they already had Tiger Lily for that. Unless Peter and The Lost Boys had managed to somehow win against the pirates and rescue Tiger Lily and they kidnapped you out of desperation. But if that were true then why weren't they at the tree house when you were abducted? If the battle was over and Lily safe they should have come back home to rest and to tell Tootles about it. On second thought why wasn't Tootles at the tree house? Could it be the battle had ended and everyone came back to find out from Tootles that you had gone missing and so they were all out searching for you? Had the pirates known you were missing and just figured that you would eventually go home and so they set up an ambush? But wouldn't that be super risky if the boys had found them before they found you?

Your thoughts and theories swirled around in your head making you dizzy. The nausea had passed, but your worries were like a newly formed rock in the pit of your stomach. You were startled out of your internal musings by a gentle rapping at your door. A feeling of surrealness came over you as you pondered over the situation. You were a hostage on a pirate ship, yet someone was actually knocking on your door. What would they do if you refused to answer it? Again that short tapping came from your chamber door. You squinted your eyes and could make out from your position on the bed that the door sadly did not have a lock on it. You could be stubborn and refuse to move or answer and just wait for them to barge in and take you by force or you could try and play the nice and cooperative hostage for now while waiting for the right time to make a break for it. Determined on a plan of action you rose from the bed and went to the door. You opened it slowly to reveal a seemingly bashful older man who looked less like he should be on a pirate ship and more like he should be playing Santa Claus in a mall somewhere. He had a red floppy hat that sat upon his round head. Small gold framed spectacles rested on a rather bulbous nose. He had full cheeks that were red and weather beaten with bushy white mutton chops. He was a bit on the shorter side and a lot more on the plumper side. His round belly protruded out from his white and blue striped sailor shirt. He wore long blue shorts that came a little past his knees with open toed brown sandals. He was better dressed for a day of sunbathing on a beach somewhere than he was as a fearsome pirate. "Hello there dear, it's a good thing you're up. The Cap'n wishes to see you now," he said in a jolly pleasant voice. As you stood staring down at him the bumbling man shyly took his hands out from behind his back and revealed a small stack of clean clothes and a pair of boots. You glanced down at yourself to find that you were still wearing the beautiful white dress Ishtar had given you only it was stained all over with blood and dirt. The bottom half of your dress was in complete tatters from the rips and tears of the fallen glass shards that had reigned down on you from the Faerie Courtroom. You looked like a hot mess, but the small round man was too polite to say anything.  

You took the clothes from his outstretched hand and nodded your thanks. He then bent down to pick up a large sloshing tin bowl of water with a washcloth draped over the side. He barely squeezed his fat frame past you into your room where he sat the bowl on a desk that was pushed under the only window. He turned and smiled genially as he said, "There is a brush and a mirror in the top drawer of the desk. Take your time dear. I'll be out in the hall waiting to escort you to the Cap'n. Just call out for Mr. Smee and I'll be here." Then with a plump wave of his hand he mosied on out the door leaving you to your privacy. He seemed about as dangerous as a golden retriever, but you weren't going to let your guard down in this place for a second. You couldn't say much for the pirates but you were at least thankful they were mannerly enough to give you some time to wash up and get dressed.

It took you some time to clean off all the caked on blood and dirt that clung to your legs and hair. You hurried as best you could, constantly looking back at the door waiting for someone to come pounding on it yelling about what was taking you so long, but no one ever came. Your little chamber was surprisingly quiet and peaceful. The garments they had given you were actually distinct female clothes. You now were donning a pair of skin tight (a bit too tight for your tastes but wearable nonetheless) black suede pants. A cream frilled blouse with long bell like sleeves that billowed out over the top of your hands along with a gorgeous dark crimson suade military coat that reached down to the middle of your thighs. Gold buttons stood out starkly but fashionably on the front, the coat was very flattering on your body shape and it made you look tough, but still very feminine. You admired your reflection in the small hand mirror you had found in the drawer exactly where Mr. Smee had said it would be. Truthfully, though you would never tell Peter, the clothes the pirates had lent you were ten times better than the previous ones he had given you. Even the shining black boots were the perfect size, they were low heeled so they were sturdy and easier to walk in than the heeled ones had been. They went up to your knees and ended in an upwards triangular shaped point. They were lace up boots so it was easy to adjust them to your perfect comfort level. They molded smoothly to your legs like a glove.

As you reveled in this little taste of luxury you suddenly dropped the mirror when you realized just whose clothes you were more than likely wearing. Red Handed Jill. Just whom else could they have belonged to other than her? Hadn't Peter told you she was the only female pirate ever to be aboard The Jolly Roger? And hadn't he said that Captain Hook never lets females aboard his ship because it's considered bad luck or something? And then hadn't Slightly told you how he had slit her throat and threw her body overboard into the sea like a sack of unwanted potatoes? The pit in your stomach began to intensify as your mind imagined the tragic fate of the only ever female pirate in Neverland. There could be no doubt about it these were the leftover dead girl's clothes. They no longer seemed half so pretty nor half so comfortable as they had a few moments before. Especially when you looked down at the dark red hue of the coat. Red like her namesake and red like her final ending.

You stood hunched over the tiny desk gripping the sides as you imagined yourself winding up just like her. After all here you were in the same clothes she once wore, probably using the same brush and mirror she once had, and on the same ship she once stayed on, soon to meet the very man who brought her aboard the ship and tossed her off it. Maybe the pirates were being so nice to you so far as a last night alive courtesy like how prisoners get to choose their last meals. Your heart began a familiar high patterned dance of fear, but one thing Neverland had done well for you was it had taught you how to deal with that fear and face it head on. Bending down you picked up the small hand mirror off the floor. It was made out of a heavy metal, most likely silver and it had small faded decorative etchings on the handle and the backside. You tucked it tightly in the inside of your coat before you buttoned it up again. If worse came to worse you could try and hit Hook or someone else over the head with it. It might not be strong enough to knock them out but it would hurt at the very least. You rummaged around in the desk drawers but alas they were empty except for a few blank pieces of paper and some very worn out sad looking books. You paused for a moment and looked at their titles. They were all old children's books like Snow White, Poems And Songs For Young People, Grimm's Fairy-tales, and other classics. Peter had said she was a story teller. Red Handed Jill was a lover of stories and novels just like you. When Peter and Slightly had talked of her before you hadn't thought of what kind of person she may have been. You had only seen her as another pirate who may have had a sad fate but one she brought upon herself by being a pirate in the first place. But now seeing her falling apart children's books which bore the scars of being well loved and often read made you think of her in a new light. Come to think of it Peter had said that it was Hook who had heard of her story telling abilities and had searched her out and brought her aboard the ship. Had she really known what she was getting herself into? Did she come willingly aboard or was she drugged and kidnapped like you had been, forced to use her imagination and story telling talents to turn Captain Hook's men back towards his side just to stay alive? Slightly had said that after he had his men's loyalty back Hook got rid of her because he wouldn't allow anyone to have a better hold on his men than himself. What if this Red Handed Jill wasn't a pirate at all, but just another tragic victim of Hook's?

Your heart leaped in your chest when a gentle knock came again at your chamber door. "Are you almost finished dear? Your food will get cold if you take much longer." Mr. Smee's subdued voice called from behind the door. "Be out in a minute, " you replied as you took one last look around the sparse room. This had to have been her cabin at one point judging on the items left behind in the drawers, but every other trace of her was gone. Had she been a helpless hostage too, only to have been disposed of when she was no longer of use? Peter and Slightly said nobody knew much about her and it seemed nobody would ever know much about her again. These clothes, these books, and this brush and hand mirror were all that seemed to be left of her. Did anybody remember her? Did anybody mourn her? You quickly shuffled through her little pile of books once more until you stopped on a familiar title Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. It was just small enough to tuck into the other side of your inner coat pocket. If nobody else was going to remember her, you sure would. That was for however long you had left to live at least which the next hour might mark the end of. Taking a deep breath you closed the desk drawer and straightened yourself. With a slight tug on the bottom of the military jacket you turned on your heel and marched towards the door ready for battle. Mr. Smee was waiting nonchalantly in the hall just where he said he would be.

"Are you ready ma'am? The Capn's most eager to meet you." he asked with a well meaning smile that brought his fat rosy cheeks upwards to push on his glasses. "I'm ready Mr. Smee. I'm most eager to meet your Captain as well. I have a lot to speak to him about," you replied coolly. Mr. Smee gave a jovial chuckle most pleased by your answer but seemingly unaware of the hardness of your facial expression and the glint of burning fire in your eyes. "Right this way, right this way!" he cried happily clapping as he marched forward and led you down a long narrow hallway. "I hope you're hungry because we have plenty of food set out for you. Nothing but the best for the Capn's guest!" You followed silently as he chattered away. His easy going manner and cheerfulness only helped you to remember poor George. The memory of his tiny stiff body left on the ground like a dead bug only made you grit your teeth and ball your fists. You may wind up sleeping with the fishes tonight, but you planned on raising some Cain before you left this world. For Peter, for The Lost Boys, for Tiger Lily, her father, her people, for George, and even for Red Handed Jill. You were going to show Captain Hook just how much bad luck it really was to bring a woman on-board after all.  
                   
You stopped in front of a large dark green door that was arched and rounded at the top. There was an elegant placard with the words Captain's Quarters scrawled in black hanging in the middle of the frame. Smee knocked loudly on the thick door and called out, "She's here Cap'n!" You fixed your gaze forward ready to finally lay your eyes on the dreaded monster of the Neversea. "Let her in Mr. Smee," a rich cultured voice replied. "Sure thing Capn'!" Smee cried as he placed one plump hand on the large black iron door knob. He gave a quick glance back at you and smiled disarmingly before he pushed open the heavy door.  

To be continued…

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Authors Note: Dun, Dun Dun!!! Sorry I was going to post this on September 26th because that was my birthday and the 3 year anniversary of this story, but I got a stomach bug and had a bout of poison ivy which made it impossible for me to write anything. Better late than never though right? I'm still amazed that it's taken 3 years just to get to Captain Hook. I feel like this story it going to take 2 more years before it's completely finished. *sobs in the corner* I hope whether you are a new watcher or an old one that you are still enjoying the series. I've put 3 years of my imagination into this and I appreciate every single one of you who comment or fav. You guys are the main reason why I continue to write. I don't know how much longer it will take to finish this story but I hope you will enjoy it and stick with me until the end. Thank you again for reading everyone! Anyways stay tuned for the next chapter to find out what will happen next. Much love to you all!  
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Britney Spears - Ringleader Reader is 100% done with you and your shenanigans Captain Hook.

Only a little bit of Hook in this one, but trust me you will get plenty of time with him in the next chapter. If all goes according to plan *pray for me* the next chapter will be released on Halloween and it will be a longer than usual chapter in honor of one of my favorite holidays. I think it will be fitting to meet the "villain" of our story on Halloween don't you think? By the way guys what do you think of the mysterious Red Handed Jill? Do you think she was a helpless victim too or a dastardly pirate? Or perhaps you have other theories? Either way we will just have to wait to find out for now. ;)

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SeineLee Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Ahh... If I leave the window open, will chapter 31 be published? Hihi, I'll wait patiently :)) Love the Peter pan series so much. I finished it one night! (σ≧▽≦)σ
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2015
Chapter 31 probably won't be ready until mid september around the anniversary mark of when I first uploaded this story. I know that's a long ways away but please bare with me. :)
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SeineLee Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I'll wait *wags imaginary tail* xD but thank you for informing me~~
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gglove1864 Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2015
You are an amazing writer
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2015
Thank you very much. :)
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Hinata-Wolf77 Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2015   General Artist
Thank you for the updates. How have you been?
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2015
Your welcome. :) I've been doing really good though I have been rather lazy this summer. The heat tends to keep me indoors. I'm already looking forward to fall and everyone around me thinks I'm crazy lol. How have you been doing dear?
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Hinata-Wolf77 Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2015   General Artist
Great just working my jobs a lot now I have free time maybe I will time to read your awesome story
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queentakesjack22 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2015
Well I certainly hope you get some free time for yourself. Sounds like you've been busy lately. Keep up the good work and don't forget to take care of yourself sweetie. :)
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llamatheodd Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2015
I just found your Peter Pan series last night and I binge read all of it. I have always adored Peter Pan and the Lost Boys but your series warms my heart. I wish there was I way I could live in your gorgeous story. Thank you so much for writing it. It has made me so happy and I can't wait for more ❤️
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