A/N: Alright, this is my first SERIOUS attempt at fanfiction. I have in the past indulged in parodying fiction, I've written some Harry Potter related things, but this is of a different order. Don't think it's going to be like my 'Small Snippets From.........'-series, because it's a far cry from that.

This story is basically what happens after Peter Pan, not entirely keeping to canon, but instead making the story end at the moment Peter leaves the Darling children and the Lost Boys with Mr and Mrs Darling. What inspired me was naturally the great and mighty king of all pirates; Jason Isaacs's Captain Hook. I hope you enjoyed the film as much as I did.

WARNING: I'm planning a certain few things for this story, so that's why it's already rated, even though this chapter may seem very innocent.

Hook and Wendy – Loss of Innocence Chapter One: Return To Neverland

Wendy Darling grew up to be a nice young woman; not pretty and not ugly, not skinny and not fat, not boring and not overly exciting. She had some friends from her primary school days, girls with the same kind of background as she had, and they all led the same sort of life.

Leah, her closest friend since long, surprised Wendy with a question, only two weeks after Leah's nineteenth birthday.

"Wendy, Mr Warring has asked me to marry him," Leah said, not taking her eyes off of the embroidery she was working on. "What should I tell him?"

Wendy was entirely taken aback. "Mr Warring? But – surely, Leah! You haven't given him any false hopes, have you, by telling him you would consider?"

"Wouldn't you have?" Leah asked, looking up.

"No, certainly not," said Wendy, disgusted at the though of having to marry a man like Mr Warring. "It isn't that he is no nice man, Leah, but he – well, that is to say – I always thought of him as – how can I tell this to you – you see, I personally think Mr Warring a little too old and boring for someone like you," Wendy finally managed to say.

Leah blinked. "Mr Warring is not boring," she said in her wooer's defence. "I realise he is only a clerk in Mr Bridee's office, but he is not so boring as you think he is. He brings me flowers every time we meet, and likes to take quiet strolls with me through the park."

"That's exactly what I mean!" Wendy said exasperated. "He's not lively! He wouldn't fight for your honour! And more importantly, you can't make me believe you truly love him."

"I do, I do love him, Wendy," said Leah, her eyes downcast, her cheeks pink.

Wendy sighed. "Do whatever you like," she said, still disapproving. "But I do still think you could get a better man."

"You see, that's your problem," Leah said, suddenly quite strict with Wendy. "There is no man as the one you describe. In our age, in the city and the country around us, there are no interesting, exciting men. All men with possibilities in life are politicians, clergymen and clerks. Honestly, Wendy, if you ever want to marry, you should get a more realistic idea of men."

These words got stuck in Wendy's mind, and she kept thinking them over, even as she returned home. What men did she know? To whom could she compare all the others?

Her father noticed her more than usual pensiveness during dinner.

"Wendy, what is it?" he asked her gently, since she looked a little upset.

"Nothing, really, father," she said, smiling weakly at him, in an attempt to convince her father that she was alright. Mr Darling, though, was cleverer than she gave him credit for, but he wisely held his tongue and let her struggle with it.

But her father's question had given Wendy an idea. Perhaps the only man she could really compare others to was her father! But that was awful! She didn't really know what he was like, surely? Even more so, she couldn't by any means imagine her father as a lover.

It was not until she had made herself ready for bed, and when she was brushing her hair in front of the window in the old nursery, that she realised. She did know someone she could compare others to! She had known Peter Pan really well, and even though he had only been a boy, all she really wanted was someone who could make her feel the same thing for him, as she had felt for Peter. She smiled as she stepped into her bed, thinking her troubles were over.

She was wrong, naturally, otherwise this story had ended here, and she would have married Mr Warring's colleague, Mr Twingle.

You see, in the middle of the night, a shadow fell over the bed in which Wendy was sound asleep. It approached her warily, careful not to wake her up. Somehow, though, the shadow made an unexpected sound, and Wendy sat bolt upright in her bed. To her astonishment, a boy stood sight beside her, his eyes as wide as hers.

"Peter?" she guessed, but he was really exactly as he used to be.

"Are you really my Wendy?" Peter asked, reaching out a hand to touch Wendy.

"Watch it, not there!" Wendy said, keeping Peter's hand away from her chest.

"Why not there?" asked Peter curiously, his head cocked to one side.

"Because it would be inappropriate," Wendy said, blushing slightly.

"Oh," said Peter, and Wendy didn't know whether that was because it surprised him, or because he didn't know the meaning of the word 'inappropriate'.

"What are you doing here, Peter?" she asked him instead.

"I've come to take you with me again," Peter said, his smile back on his face. "I've missed your stories!"

"But Peter! I'm nearly a grown-up," said Wendy, and she felt sorry for herself.

"Nonsense," said Peter. "You're good enough! And you know stories!"

"Peter, you've been away for so long," said Wendy. "Why would I come with you now?"

"Because you want to," said Peter genially, and of course he was right. Wendy did want to go with him, just to see if it all was as she remembered, and perhaps also because it would be a good ending of her childhood. After all, she was to be nineteen soon.

"Very well," she said, and swung her legs out of her bed.

Peter sprinkled her with fairy dust form his fairy Tinkelbell, and they went off, Wendy sometimes having difficulties with thinking happy thoughts.

It took them some time to reach Neverland, but when they did arrive, Wendy could see the ice melting and the flowers and other wildlife coming back to life as if suddenly summer started. Suddenly, when they were flying across the treetops, she spotted something in the distance that made her heart momentarily stop beating. It was a pirate-ship.

"Peter!" she yelled at the boy against the wind. "Peter! Is that the Jolly Roger?"

Peter, who was flying a little ahead of her, turned his face to her and smiled. "Yes," he said. "How did you know?"

"Don't you remember?" Wendy yelled incredulously. "Don't you remember fighting and killing the Captain?"

"No, I don't," said Peter, clearly not in the least bothered by this. "I only remember you, because you are the only thing worth remembering."

Of course, Wendy thought this a sweet remark, but she was still curious about the ship.

"Are there any pirates aboard?" she asked Peter, as they were closing in on the ship.

"Oh yes," said Peter, his grin broadening. "I'll show you."

They hid in the clouds just above the ship, as they used to do when Wendy was there last time.

"There," pointed Peter, giving her a pocket-telescope to look through. "The ugliest is their Captain."

Wendy took the telescope from him and looked at the pirate he was pointing at. Her heart stopped beating again.

There, fully alive and apparently well, stood Captain James Hook on the deck of the ship, spying the air with his own telescope. Wendy ducked down a little behind a turret of cloud, and took another peek through the telescope at the Captain.

He was wearing another one of the rich outfits she remembered of him; dark, velveteen breeches, a lush, blood red shirt with frills and a flowing overcoat of something iridescent blue, like the eyes in peacocks' feathers. His dark hair framed his tanned face, his forget-me-not blue eyes cutting through the clouds, no doubt in search for Peter. All in all, the Captain was exactly as she remembered him. She could even see his sharp hook glisten in the sunlight that now crept over the pirate ship.

Somehow, Wendy was captivated by the sight of him – she couldn't really explain why.

Suddenly, Peter tugged at the sleeve of her nightgown. He looked slightly alarmed, and Wendy wondered if that was because she had perhaps stared too long at the Captain, but then she realised; the Captain was staring right at them.

As quickly as they could, Wendy and Peter took to flight again, deciding it was time to investigate Peter's home. Strangely enough, the pirates made no attempt to follow them. Perhaps it would be nice to know why.

Let's return to the moment Wendy noticed the Captain had seen them. She thought he had only just spotted them, but that was not true. The Captain had been watching her for some moments, wondering whether he could believe his eyes.

"Smee," he whispered to the pirate standing closest to him. "Smee, can you see what I see?"

"What is it you're looking at, Captain?" Smee, Captain Hook's faithful Irish bo'sun, asked.

"There," pointed the Captain with his hook. "There in the clouds. Am I dreaming, or is that indeed our Wendy?"

Smee took a look through his Captain's telescope.

"Indeed!" he exclaimed. "Indeed, it is our Wendy! Peter Pan has brought her back!"

"Yes," said the Captain thoughtfully, watching Peter and Wendy fly away. "Yes, he has, but I wonder if she finds it at all pleasing to be back with such a boy – after all, she doesn't seem half the girl she used to be anymore."

It was a sharp thought from the Captain's mind – and he would turn out to be right, as he often was.