Hook dragged himself to the table to eat. His crew was forcing him to eat after he made a point not to eat after her death. Every bite of food tasted of rotten wood to Hook. No matter how sweet or flavorful his food, it was nothing compared to the horror in his bones.

It was like he had lost a limb, something that fit him so well, so perfectly, was gone. He would never be whole again.

His dreams haunted him with her face. Every night was filled with the terrifying sight of her mangled body or a sword piercing her body. Every time Hook was unable to do anything. It was pure torture. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing her blue eyes staring back at him saying: "Help me."

Zemira was as strong as girls came. But just like everyone, she could only hold that face so long, Hook had seen the change first hand. She was just as broken and torn up inside as anyone else. Only when her mother died did she show her true heart.

Hook wished he could have stayed there in his cabin forever. Him holding her, forever comforting her. That's what he wanted. But fate hated him. It had not only taken Meela, but it craved the soul of everyone he loved. His life would eternally be loveless.

Through his fog of depression he heard a commotion on deck. He could hear them even through thick wooden walls of his cabin which only allowed some noise to make it to his ear. Hook wanted a distraction, and a reason not to eat. He stood up and walked slowly out of his cabin. Leaning on the doorway he looked into the bright sunlight. Too tired to block the sun with a hand, he squinted.

"What is it Smee?" Asked the first mate to Mr. Smee who was collapsed on the deck in a full out sweat. He was breathing hard, mouthing words but no sound coming out.

"She-" he made out after a few moments of silent harsh breathing. Hook's ears perked up, "She,"?

"What?" Another pirate asked, not hearing.

"She's. . ." He tried repeating. Hook stumbled forward. He said "she," his mind screamed.

"She?" Hook called out with a hoarse voice to the rest of the crew. All of them turned to see their captain with disheveled hair, wrinkled and dirty sleeping shirt and black pants while bare foot standing above them. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was blotchy. His cheeks were sunken in because of his lack of food. Mr. Smee propped himself up to look at the captain.

"Cap'in!" He shouted breathlessly, "She is alive!"

Just like that his heart rate zoomed sky high. Blood returned to his face and his heart began to hope. This couldn't be possible . . . could it? No, Pan buried her. She couldn possibly be alive. . .

Then his brain clicked. Pan was hiding her from him. He probably told her some lie about Hook being dead too. Or maybe he put a spell on her keeping her with him. Hook burned with Anger.

His hands were balled in fists and his jaw was set. He turned on his heel back into his cabin. The door slammed shut.

The crew members exchanged questioning glanced. Some held up their hands in ignorance. Then Hook came back out with his sword strapped to his side, boots on, and coat flowing.

"We are not leaving," Hook said quietly in a voice so angry that his crew drew back. Then Hook set out towards Pan's camp with bitter anger mixed with joy and hunger.

••••••••••••

Pan was excited. This was his chance, he could finally rid himself of Hook!

Pan still didn't like that she would never know her parents, but she still wanted to do it. Fate had finally turned to his favor. Zemira was his. She had said so. It was almost better than an engagement. Almost. His heart raced with thoughts of marriage. . .

But he was supposed to be an eternal boy. How could he get married so young? Maybe they didn't need a proper marriage. . .

Pan shook off the thought, he could think about it later.

He had sent his Boys in search of some Katniss and Rosemary blossoms that were in bloom across the island. He needed it for the spell.

Magic on Never Land could be incredibly easy. But sometimes it was a not. In the enchanted forest a memory spell could be conjured quickly and well in a small potion. Unfortunately in Never Land, Pan had to concoct a tincture and spell for the enchantment. The spell took much time to prepare for.

Pan gazed up into the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun. It was mid-day. Less the half a day until she was free. Pan was counting down the minutes, he knew Zemira was too.

"Hook you are finally going to lose," Pan said to the empty air, "she chose me, not you," he imagined saying to Hook's face. A savage smile spread across his face. But the look softened at the thoughts of Zemira's soft face and fierce spirit.

Pan loved her. It was the truth. He was ready to cross the barrier between him and Zemira that was brought on by Hook. Longing to hold her was unbearable, he glanced down. The memory of her lips against his when they were on Arrow Head Point was so strong. It had felt so right, they were right. It was true love. It had to be! Pan had never felt this way about anyone before.

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Zemira breathed slowly. It was going to go away. The horrible obsessive feeling of pain and loss would soon leave her.

She sat on the shore of her cove watching the sun slowly descend into the ocean. Zemira would never have to feel guilty looking at Pan. She wouldn't have to think about Hook's smile or the soft way he held her. She could start anew. She wanted this. Zemira wanted this. Yes . . . she wanted it . . . of course she did . . . right?

The kind face of her mother flew across her mind followed by the wise eyes of her father. Then of course Hook. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. The way he had held her while she mourned. The kindness he had spoken to her with. Why did she want to part with these memories?

Because of Pan, she chided herself, because I want to make a life with him.

Her heart was sent into a fit of screaming. But what about Hook?

She shook her head trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. Would she from that night on wonder what her past was? Then an idea occurred to her. What if she wrote it down?

Springing from the sand she ran to the cave to grab the notebook Pan had given her that he made by hand. As quickly as she was able she wrote down every memory from her childhood with her parents. Every loving hug, every kiss on the forehead, every fighting lesson, every story, and all that her parents meant to her. The sun had set long before she finished and she continued deeper even in the dark. The moon through the cave opening lit her words, igniting memories like fire. The pain grew deeper remembering the best and worst of times. Especially as she wrote the death of her father and the reason of her mother's death. But it had to be done. She wouldn't let herself forget everything. She just wanted the pain gone.

It had to have been providence that kept Pan from getting her right after sunset. As Zemira finished the history of her parents her quill hovered. Did she dare write about hook? Was it worth it? She bit her lip pensively. Her heart demanded something. Anything to hold onto. Zemira began writing:

"There was a man, I Lov-"

She was stopped mid word by Pan. He appeared at her side. She closed the book and put on a smile, forgetting what she had been doing.

"You ready?" Pan asked trying to mask his excitement with a straight face.

"I am," Zemira replied. Then she took his hand and they transported.

Hook was on a hunt. He raced over the forest floor with determination. He could not let any more time pass then needed to see her again. His heart raced with anticipation. Her eyes, that was what kept his legs from screaming. He only had a mile to go. He had to get to their camp. He had to.

The sun had gone down before he had made it to the camp. As he entered their camp he saw that their wild camp fire was already in flames. The lost boys danced wildly around the fire with hoots and howls as they banged against wild instruments. Hook picked up speed as he neared them. At almost a sprint he dove into the clearing. He reached out and grabbed the person nearest to him. The boy and he tumbled across the ground landing only a foot away from the roaring flames.

"WHERE IS SHE?!?!" Hook demanded with his sword to the boy's throat. The celebration stopped and everyone gathered around them in a circle. The fire burned his back and arm closest to it. Silence was met with his question. Hook had neither the patience nor time for that. He pressed the blade against his hostage's neck drawing bright red blood. "ANSWER ME!" he yelled to the rest of the boys. One of them stepped forward and hook turned savagely towards him with a snarl on his face.

"She isn't here," The boy said.

"Then where is she!?" hook demanded. The boy looked to his company unsure whether to answer him or not. Hook pressed his blade harder and the boy beneath him gagged and wheezed.

"Alright!" The other boy said, "They are at Skull rock." Hook frowned.

"They?" Hook asked. The boy nodded.

"Zemira and Pan," he answered. Hook immediately let the boy go. He had to get there as fast as possible. Hook stood and began walking purposely out of the clearing, "But you're too late!" the boy called back at him, hook turned back to look at him, "He is taking away her memories. Specifically her memories of you!" the lost boys laughed and Hook's heart stopped beating. No . . . it couldn't be true. . . "You better run Pirate boy! Before you lose her forever!" Hook was brought up to speed by their laughter. Shaking himself he began running towards Skull rock. Fear took him over. If she forgot . . . all was lost. Hook was sure that life wasn't worth living without her. He had to get there in time.

Pan escorted her slowly through the island's caves up to the main room in the island. He chanted softly with his hand at Zemira's back. She walked confidently in front of Pan. She wore a white gown that stopped at her knees. It was tight around the bodice and then flowed freely after her waist. Her hair flowed freely down her back and she wore no shoes. His heart raced, minutes, only minutes till they could spend the rest of eternity together unbothered.

The ground changed from sand and dirt into polished rock. The floor shone like a gray reflection of everything. His hourglass glowed softly in the middle of the room measuring his magic. It was mostly full which was good. Half of the roof was completely open, letting all the moon's light into the room. On the edges of the oval room were ten of the lost boys dressed in purple robes. They too chanted softly with Pan. He raised his other hand and the hour glass moved slowly to the other side of the room. She and Pan made their way to the middle of the room and the other Lost Boys began coming closer to them until they made a perfect circle around the pair of them. Pan's voice rose with the chorus until they were almost yelling. Pan could almost feel the boy's voices buffeting him on all sides. The noise rose and rose until it was almost deafening.

All at once, with a hand movement from Pan all of them stopped. At that moment Zemira fell backward into Pan's arms. With one hand on her back and the other on her head he slowly laid her on the cold floor. Her eyes slid shut and Pan was reminded of the first time he had seen her in the clearing in the forest. With her hair spread out on the ground and a dress tangled around her legs. Pan's heart hammered in his chest.

"Bring the tincture," Pan called out and two boys hurriedly produced a gold goblet that was filled with a bright orange liquid that Pan had been working on all day long. While they waited, two of the other boys had sprinkled a magical herb over Zemira's body. Pan took the goblet after it was given to him and dipped his fingers into it. Then they all began chanting again as Pan sprinkled drops of the tincture around her. Then all the boys backed away at Pan's gesture. He then snapped his fingers and Zemira awakened. Her pupils all but swallowed her irises. All that was left was a thin ring of bright blue around the black disks. The moon reflected in her eyes. Pan offered her a hand, she took it and her brought her into a standing positon. He looked down into her eyes.

"Your hand?" he said softly to her. The lost boys around them continued chanting. She gave him her hand. He took it and ran a sharp knife across her skin. A ribbon of blood came forth from her palm.

Pan held out the goblet and she turned her hand so that it allowed the blood to drop into the orange liquid. As soon as the first drop hit, the liquid turned from orange to clear. Vibrations rocked his frame from the spell taking place. When the vibrations stopped and Pan nodded. The chanting stopped and then everything fell silent. "Are you ready?" Pan asked her softly as he looked into her eyes. She reached for the cup and held it in her hands. A flicker of conscience came into Pan's mind, he couldn't let her forget her parents, and was it fair to her. But he ignored it, she wanted this. He watched her hesitate as she brought the cup up to her lips. "You don't have to do it," he told her.

"I know," she said softly without looking up at him. Pan heard the pounding of feet against sand coming from the rest of the caves, he wondered what it was. Then she tipped the cup to catch the liquid in her mouth just as a figure came barreling into the room. Looked up and saw Zemira.

"NOOOOO!"