~The Lost Girl~

"Zemira?" Hook mumbled, His eyes still closed. His head hurt like heck. He wondered what had happened. All he remembered was Zemira was dying and then she kissed him. . .

Wait! Zemira was dying! Hook thought. Eyes flying open he sat up and looked around the clearing for Zemira. The clearing was empty other then himself and the fire. Her Blood was still visible on himself. Hook put a hand on the ground next to himself so that he could steadily get up. The ground was wet he picked up his hand. It was red with blood. Hook shuddered. How could she still be alive after loosing all of that blood?

Hook wouldn't let himself face the inevitable. That she was dead. He had to have hope the love of his life was still alive.

Determined to do so, Hook stood up and began walking towards Pan's camp. He would know where she was. If she was alive he would know.

With every step that is what Hook told himself, "he would know."

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It was early morning when Pan finally made it back to his camp on the other side of the island. He spent the time thinking about how happy he was able to hold her. He would never let her go again.

The camp was mostly empty. The boys that were there looked to be asleep. Pan walked around them to his own carved out tree. He had flash backs to many days ago, which felt like years ago, when she had first come. When he carried her there.

He brought her to his bed. Laying her under the sheets Pan tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Pan was of course a gentleman. He didn't dare lay next to her. Instead he sat cross-legged on top of the bed. He stared down at her. She was beautiful. He wanted to be closer to her.

Pan reached under the sheets and found her hand. He held her small hand in his two hands. That was how he stayed the rest of the night. He wondered what had happened to her. Who had hurt her. And whoever did hurt her would know the pain of a thousand life times he swore to himself.

Peter Pan fell asleep that night guarding his beloved from every manner of evil that dare hurt her.

~~~~~

"Pan!" A voice called out. Pan opened his eyes against his will. He had just had one of the best rests of his life. Pan felt refreshed despite the ache in his bones from his awkward position leaning over Zemira. "Peter Pan!" The voice hollered. Pan heard some of his lost boys trying to calm, whoever the guy was, down. "Show your self!" The person demanded.

On a normal day, Pan would have killed the man at that very moment for such a demand. But he was in a good mood. He stretched out his sore muscles and then got off the bed. Pan walked to his book shelf and then turned back around and kissed Zemira softly on the cheek. Pan smiled genuinely. He loved her.

"Pan!" The voice called again. Pan finally went out to see what the trouble was.

Sun light burned his eyes. He squinted to see the scene before him. Captain Hook was being held back by three of his Lost Boys. The rest of the boys were talking amongst themselves about what to do. When Hook saw Pan he surged forward.

"Pan!" Hook said, he looked horrible. The man wore only trousers and the rest of him was covered in blood and dirt. His hair was in disarray and he didn't have any shoes on.

"Yes?" Pan answered trying to sound slightly bored.

"Is she alive?!" Hook asked with desperation. His eyes told the story of fear he had if she was dead. Pan realized In that moment how much he truly loved Zemira. If Pan told him she was alive, he would have to let Hook see her. And when she woke up Hook could sway her into following him back to his ship. Pan's heart hardened. He wouldn't allow that. A plan formulated in his mind.

Pan looked down and let sadness fill up his features. He let some tears escape his eyes. When he finally looked up he seemed to be in a state of mourning. Hook stopped struggling.

"No," Hook breathed, Pan didn't have to say anything, the story was in his tears. "No!!" Hook yelled. The man went to his knees on the ground. He began weeping. The Lost boys around him backed away and Pan came forward. Pan put a hand on his shoulder.

"I know, I am truly sorry," Pan said, "give us some space!" He told his men. They all left the camp letting Hook mourn the loss of Zemira. Under his fake tears Pan smiled, Hook believed him. He had fooled the captain and Zemira would not be distracted by him.

After a time Pan decided he needed to get Hook out of the camp before Zemira woke up.

"Look at me Mate," Pan said, Hook looked at him with tears in his eyes, "do you want me to take you to where she is buried?" Hook nodded silently.

Pan blinked and traveled to Arrowhead point were he used his magic to construct a tomb stone, flowers, and some newly moved dirt. Pan was able to orchestrate this scene while comforting the Captain. It looked authentic.

On the head stone it read:

"Zemira,

A friend and loved one,"

Hook kneeled in front of her grave. In silence he stayed there for a long time. Pan left without Hook noticing.

Now he wouldn't need to worry about him interfering, Pan thought.

It was cruel, cruel and selfish. But in order for her to forget Hook he had to take it a step further. When he got back to camp he constructed a tombstone for the Captain. Maybe that way she would not think about him any longer. He wouldn't show her right away, but it would be good proof if she had doubts.

~~~~~

It all felt like a dream.

Rumplestiltskin coming, trying to kill her, Pan saving her, it was like a horrible nightmare.

Zemira opened her eyes.

Wood. A wooden ceiling. She knew where she was. Funny that it was the same thought she had the first time she was in that same room. She sat up. Zemira was in Pan's room. Pan had taken her after he had saved her. Did Hook know she was alive?

This thought startled her. She had to find Hook. Zemira jumped out of bed. Using the island's magic she revamped her wardrobe with a long red top, black pants, and a black and red patterned jacket with combat boots. She was feeling rebellious. Having just narrowly escaped death, she felt it was deserved. After tying her hair up in a bun she went out into the day light. Squinting through the sun she found a Lost boy.

"You," Zemira addressed him, "where's Pan?" The boy stumbled back dropping his fire wood.

"You!" He said, his face full of shock and fear, "you're supposed to be-"

"With me," Pan said behind her. Zemira turned around to face Pan who stood right behind her.

"I need to talk to you," she said. Pan smiled and nodded. Then he looked at the confused boy.

"You are skipping a very important meeting Gilbert," Pan said to the boy with a forceful look, "hurry along to it," he finished with a wave of his hand. The boy hurried to follow Pan's command. Then Pan looked at her with loving eyes. "Now what is it my dear?"

"Does Hook know I am alive?" She asked. Pan seemed to freeze. He looked down suddenly troubled.

"Zemira I think you should sit down,"

"Pan, does he know?" Zemira asked again. Pan put a hand on her shoulder.

"Zemira, Hook passed away," Pan told her.

Just like that the world stopped. It was hard enough knowing her mom was dead. Hearing that the person who was holding her together after hearing her mom was dead. . .she couldn't breathe. Zemira's eyes trailed off.

"Zemira," Pan said, "Zemira, look at me," he told her. Zemira's knees gave out and she fell into his arms. Silent tears ran down her face. Pan slowed her fall to the ground. They sat there as she cried.

It wasn't supposed to end like this, Zemira thought, I was supposed to die, not Hook! The feelings she had been holding on to were all fluttering uncontrollably in her chest. It was all too much. Zemira had gone through too much at one time, she needed space.

She abruptly stood and backed away. Pan stood as well.

"I can't," she stammered looking down.

"You can't get a hold of this?" Pan asked, "or you can't do this?" He said motioning between the two of them.

Oh great, Zemira thought, another thing to add to the list. She pressed her hands against her temples.

"Yes, no," she said, "I don't know!" She hugged herself. She was in such a mess. The fact that Pan was a calm rock in her troubles meant leaps and bounds towards her.

"Okay calm down," Pan said, "I think you should just take a breather, alright?" She looked up at him. He knew exactly how she felt, but how? She could only nod. Pan rubbed his hands up and down her arms. "Here I'll show you a nice place where you will be safe and unbothered," Pan offered with a smile.

In her emotional state she followed him trying not to cry too loudly. He took her down a trail near the water. Dirt turned to sand and rocks turned to drift wood. It was a cove. As a little girl she imagined being in a cove like that one. It was below the land level of the island. A cave opening was on one side. Directly in front of them was a pool with an opening to the rest of the ocean. On the beach was a makeshift bench made from rocks and fallen trees. Trees and greenery hid the get away from view of the mainland and only a small sliver from the water. It was beautiful to say the least.

Pan lead her into the cave. Inside was a small bed and a table with chairs. There was even a cabinet stocked with food. It wasn't dark because of the light coming in from the cave entrance. It wasn't a deep cave and only fit a small room.

"I come here when I need to get away from the Lost boys," Pan told her, "it's not much but it will give you space. You can stay here as long as you want," he promised her.

"Thank you," she said. He gave her a smile.

"Of course," he said humbly, "I will be back later to check on you. And if you need me for anything," he dug in his pocket and brought out a red ring. He handed it to her. The ring looked to be made of a red rock that shines like obsidian but was of course red. "If you rub this ring I will be at your side."

"Thank you Pan," She said. He nodded and then gave her a hug. Before he let her go he whispered to her.

"Don't hesitate to call on me," he said. She was going to reply but when she let go of him he was gone. Zemira looked around but he was no where to be found. She had a place of her own.

Zemira walked over to the bed and sat upon it. She leaned back against the cold cave wall letting its coolness through her clothes. Maybe to cool off the burning feeling of someone missing.

She couldn't believe her mother was gone. She had worked so hard to cure her mother of her illness. . .so hard. But it was worthless. Her mother was dead. She could only mourn her. Then there was Hook who had stolen her heart in a day and a half. He was dead. Her heart ached for her fallen. She wished she could hear her mother's voice once more. She wished she could be held in Hook's arms.

She had no place on this island anymore. She failed her mission of killing Pan. How was she supposed to act now? She couldn't be the over confident girl who had walked in earlier that week. Who was she supposed to be without her mother? Without the mission hanging over her, who was Zemira? She felt so small, so unimportant. What was she going to do? Would she just live forever on this island with Pan and his Lost Boys?

She thought about the word "lost" and it explained her so well. She wasn't sure who she was anymore, she didn't know what to do, she didn't know where to go, let alone who to go to.

She was a lost girl.

Then there was Pan. He was the only light in the situation. Pan saved her. He comforted her when she mourned. Pan gave her sanctuary. He was there for her.

His question rang in her mind after she had told him that she "can't."

"You can't get a hold of this?" Pan asked, "or you can't do this?" He said motioning between the two of them.

She leaned her head against the wall. She didn't know. She had had no time to think about herself and Pan. She had felt so safe with Hook. Could it be possible that fate had a different path for her?

One with Pan?

Zemira spent the rest of the day crying and thinking about all that had happened. No matter how hard she tried it still overwhelmed her greatly. She wondered if she would ever be okay again.

~~~~~

The wind swept over Arrowhead Point blowing Hook's hair back. Tears stained his cheeks. She was gone. He reached into his mind, for the hundredth time, the memory of her lips against his. The metallic taste of her blood poisoning their mouths.

The cool wind froze him to the bone because of his lack of a covering. He didn't move. He just wanted to remember her in hopes that the memories wouldn't fade. In hopes that her scent would never fully be gone.

It was like loosing Meela all over again. But for some unearthly reason he felt more passionate about Zemira then his own late wife. His heart burned. He could not believe he would never hold her again.

All of their time together flashed before his eyes. He knew so little about her and yet he felt he knew her better then anyone. He did know she had a mother who she loved dearly. Hook looked at the tomb stone and wished he could add:"and loving daughter."

He knew that she would appreciate it. Hook knew that her mother was the only reason she made this crazy quest to NeverLand. In a way he had Zemira's love for her mother to thank for getting the little amount of time with her that he did.

Hook picked up a loose stone near him and began grounding the phrase into her Tomb stone. He hoped that she could some how see it. He knew that she would know he wrote it. He knew the little smile she would have when she saw it. Hook held onto that thought. Her smile.

Hook cried.

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Author's Note:

Hello my readers. Do you think that Hook will ever find out Zemira is still alive? Will Zemira find out he is? What lengths do you think Pan will take to keep Zemira from knowing the truth? Will she fall for Pan in the mean time?

Are you glad I am making this alternate ending?

Comment what you think and make sure to vote!