A New Generation of Pan

Chapter Thirteen

^Picture of quote below. And video of the end theme for the English Dub of Black Butler.

"I'm afraid when something is truly lost, you can never get it back again.
-Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

There, gripped in the pirate's only hand, was my little sister's Teddy bear.

"Benny!" Wendi cried out. She renewed her struggle tenfold, but I still held her back.

I raised my eyes to meet Hook's jade ones. His were filled with a sick sense of humor at seeing us struggle.

"What do you want for the bear?" I said evenly.

His smirk grew impossibly wider. "Meet me by pirate's cove when the Moon is high in the sky. Then you can have the bear back." His voice was smug, as if he already knew he had me beaten and backed into a corner.

I raised an eyebrow. Was I really negotiating for a stuffed animal? And was he really trying to get me to do something outrageous for it?

"Is that it?" I asked quietly. My arms tightened protectively around my little sister. Was I really contemplating this?

He shook his head, a dazzling smirk lighting up his green eyes. "Just bring yourself." Then he turned on his heel, his oddly perfectly polished boots clicked on the stones of the cave.

Before he reached the cave opening, he glanced back over his shoulder at me, his forest eyes flashing. "Oh, and Wendy, bring only yourself. No sister, no boys, no fairies, and definitely not Peter. Do I make myself clear?"

I gave a single stiff nod of my head. Oh, I heard him loud and clear.

Then he was gone, disappearing back out into the chaos of the world, of Pixie Hollow.

I let out a relieving breath, thankfully glad that he was finally gone.

***

I jolted upright in bed.

Everyone around me was fast asleep in their beds, their heads buried off in their dreams.

I slipped out from beneath my furs, and slid my feet into my shoes.

I quietly tiptoed across the dirt floor and made my way to the stairs. My path would have been completely dark if not for the glowing scones from the fairies.

When I was about to take my first step up the stairs, a small voice softly called out from behind me. "Wendy? Where are you going?"

I whirled around, my heart in my throat, ready to explain away my fears from a certain red haired boy.

Instead, I meet the quartz eyes of a small boy. Josh. His soft red hair glowed fiery in the fairy light.

I walked over to his bed and knelt softly by the edge. His gray eyes followed my every step.

"I'll be right back. I promise. OK, Josh?" I whispered reassuringly.

He nodded slowly, his gray eyes wavering between me and Pan's sleeping form.

"Just go back to sleep, Josh." I quietly urged him.

His eyes flicked back to me before he slipped back under his furs. His eyes watched me for a while before they finally slid closed. A small snore broke the silence around me, signalling that he was soundly asleep.

I crept back over to the stairs and swiftly but silently climbed them. This time being stopped by no one.

I slipped out of the top the stairs and took my first steps into the moon lit forest.

Neverland was deathly quiet at this time of night with the Moon high in the sky.

Not a single creature stirred in the trees and bushes surrounded me as I trudged through the undergrowth.

Nothing but the sound of my footsteps echoed through the part of the forest I was walking through.

It was so quiet and peaceful that I could only wish I wasn't headed to my probably utter doom.

***

I arrived a little bit before the Moon was at its highest.

The moon reflected on the cove's calm waves. It sent a spike of nostalgia through me.

Back home in London, this was my favorite part of the night. Dad would take us on midnight walks down to the Thames. We would skip rocks and listen to him tell us stories about the moon, water, and places far beyond our reach.

A sharp pang went through my heart. I realized that I dearly missed my father, and I even missed our dreadful town house in London.

A shrill call of a whistle broke me out of my dreary thoughts.

I glanced across the cove to see a light flashing on and off. A signal light.

The time had come to find out what Hook truly wanted.

I headed towards the light, only slight hesitation in my step.

I reached him just as the Moon began its creeping descent.

He was standing by a small campfire, his back turned towards me.

I loudly cleared my throat, and he turned to face me, a weary expression on his face. It didn't quite match what he should have been feeling at that moment.

"I'm here for the bear." I said clearing, still not believing I was in this situation because of a stuffed toy.

He tilted his head towards me in greeting before turning to face the fire again.

So he was going to ignore me, huh?

I slid up beside him and analyzed his profile.

His jaw was loose like the rest of his frame, as if all of the fight had left him. His once smug, rugged pirate's face was now filled with a new emotion. One that didn't quite suit him as much.

Sorrow.

Like he was utterly alone in this world.

He spoke then, his words a slowly whisper that slurred together and made his accent thicken. "I'm afraid when something is truly lost, you can never get it back again."

My eyebrows raised to my hairline before my eyes landed on the bear.

It was on the other side of the fire, a flask discarded not a few feet away.

I looked back at Hook again.

"I have a slight feeling this is not about the bear anymore." I said softly.

He finally glanced down at me, the firelight reflecting in his evergreen eyes.

"You're right." He said in a soft whisper. "This is more than a silly toy. This is...this is about the ruin of a poor lost and wandering soul."

Author's Note:
Well now. Things are getting a little more interesting with Hook. I wonder what could be going on with him. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Please comment and vote!
-Anna