Log; Ongoing

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When; Just after this
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Wendy motherlike, Hook ironhook, & Peter all_butone
Summary; One wish that James Hook had never grown up + Peter's decision that said boy is now his friend + the arrival of Wendy Darling; and things are bound to get complicated.
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Peter grinned happily as the wind rushed past his ears. Christmas Eve was supposed to be special of course, but he'd never imagined something as wonderful as this. He'd managed to make a new friend that morning- James, who was awfully clever and funny and most importantly; loved adventure as much as he did. They'd spent the whole day having fun and talking about Neverland and even though they really had only met early that day, they were fast friends.

And then the most astonishing thing- Wendy had arrived!

He wasn't certain how or why she'd gotten to the City, but it hardly mattered. The boy had missed Wendy terribly (though he'd never go so far as to admit such a thing), and the moment he'd found out he'd insisted on finding her.

Xanadu wasn't far he knew, but he couldn't fight the fluttering in his stomach. He wanted to see her straight away, and though he called for his new friend to follow him- Peter had easily taken a great lead, cutting though the air and stopping only when he'd reached the garden's gate; calling out as he searched for her. "Wendy! Wendy are you there?"

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Peter was frustrated, and beyond frustrated, he was frightened; unable to keep the quiver from his voice as he continued to call in vain for the boy- running down the winding streets and alleys shouting his name until his voice was thick with tears, cracking under the strain. After all, they'd agreed to always be friends hadn't they? That meant that something horrible must have happened because James was special and James wouldn't abandon him-

"James! You weren't- you said you wouldn't leave me!"

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It didn't matter where Peter ran, how far, how long. James could hear him wherever he went, as if the boy were crying directly into his ear. His eyes closed and with a snarl and jerked his head back, cracking it-- hard-- against the trunk. But instead of relieving his frustration, it only served to increase his ire. Resting there a moment, James shook his head slowly. "I could never do that," He whispered into the unforgiving night, as if responding to Peter's heartbroken shouting.

But he couldn't go back to him. Not that way. No, he would never abandon Pan, but he could never return to him as the child he had been. He would always be there-- but only as Hook versus Pan. Villian versus Hero. Dark versus Light. The way it had always been. And with that heavy thought, James pushed away from his post and vanished like a spirit into the shadows.