Her Name Wasn't Wendy

Alternate Ending (Part 2)

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.

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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,"