You're standing in front of the mirror looking at the scar on your right cheek. It's been six months since you woke up with mixed feelings of pain and pleasure inside you. You remember how shocked you were when you saw the scar, that you must have done that to yourself in your sleep. Though you could not explain the cuts and bruises on your body, and not to mention the piercing in your right nipple. You have no idea how you ended up on that beach, in Neverland, on Capatin James Hook's ship.

You've chosen to diagnose yourself as crazy, that it was all just a wild, wild dream. A combination of a vivid imagination and a curious mystery between your unconsciousness and the universe. But it felt so real, and you got the scar and the piercing to prove it. "Ugh, don't go there again. It was a dream, nothing more. It's been six months. He could have brought me back to Neverland a countless amount of times since then. But he never has, because you've never been there! You've lost it!", you almost shout at your reflection.

You turn off the light and open the window to your bedroom. It's a hot night, and since you're worked up because of your dream and your mind, you feel like burning up. You look up at the sky. It's clear, stars are blinking. One much bigger than the others. You stare at it. It's almost hypnotizing. You stumble over to your bed and lay down, barley covering yourself with the sheets. You drift off to sleep almost at once.

He's looking at you. At your almost naked and sweat body. He's biting his lower lip, breathing heavy. It's been so long since he's seen you. His fiancé. His pirate bride to be. And you're even more sexy than he remembers, your nipple piercing blinking in the moonlight. He loves that you've kept it. He wants to wake you, but you're sleeping so heavy, he decides not to. He wonders how you came to Neverland six months ago. It's a mystery even to him. But he figures that if you let your window open, like on a night like this, anything could happen. He's just glad to have ensnared you onto his ship, into his bed, and into his heart.

You moan in your sleep. You're dreaming of Hook. You've dreamt of him every night since you met him in dreamland, Neverland. Any chance of forgetting and moving on, not knowing what happened six months ago, have been nothing but very hard and nearly an impossible thing to do. It's been ruining your life, as much as it has enriched it. Never have you felt anything like it. Never have you been so wild, so free, so adventurous. And you crave it, you want more. You want to go back, and every night you hope it will happen. Every morning you wish to wake up on that beach, or in the Captain's bed, but no such luck. You're stuck in your world. This world. A place where you don't feel like you belong anymore, now that you know what lays beyond that great star. The vast space that people ingnore, but are yours to enjoy.

You wake up with a gasp. Hook's just pleased you from here to Neverland in your dream. You're heaving for your breath. The room is glooming. You try to focus on your surroundings. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Suddenly you see something shimmering in the light from the moon. A hook. The hook belongs to a shadow sitting in the dark on a chair in front of your dressing table. You turn on the light, desperate and afraid, you need to know. Could it be?

You scream in both disbelief and joy. "James?", you ask. "Is it really you?". You look at him. His eyes are fixed on you. "Yes, my treasure, it's me", he smiles and stands up straight. You stare at him from head to toe, and then up again. All his villainous might is standing in your bedroom. He's here. He's really here.

He walks over to you. You sit up. Your exposed skin is glossy with sweat and excitement. "Hook", you say. "James". Your throat gets thick and tears are pressing on. You're almost choking on emotions, by his presence. He sits down beside you. He's looking at you with his sea blue eyes. They are so clear, so beautiful. His dark, brown curls are framing his perfect face. He puts his hand on your right cheek, wiping a stray tear across your scar with his thumb. "I did that to you, didn't I?", he asks. "Yes", you say. He leans forward and kisses your scar, his soft lips pressing against your skin. You can't help but crying, and he can taste the salty tears streaming from your eyes. He moves his lips down to yours and they meet. You sigh and sob. Every piece of your very being is yearning for him. He embraces you. "Don't cry. I'm here. I came back for you. It's time", he says. "Time for what?", you ask, looking into his eyes. "To go back. Forever this time", Hook smiles. "What?!", you are shocked. "Am I going back? To Neverland. For real? Forever?", you ask. You've stopped crying. "Yes, that's why I'm here. You're my fiance, you agreed to marry me, remember?", he asks and smiles a crooked smile. "Yes, I remember, but it's been six months. It's been... It felt so real, yet unreal. Like a fantasy...", you look at him. "And we'll continue it once we're back. Pack your things, we're leaving at daybreak".

"Wait just a minute", you start saying. "You can't just come waltzing back into my life, telling me to come with you. What about my life here?", you ask. "What about it? I gave you six months to sort things out, I thought you'd be ready by now", Hook says. "Ready? I didn't even know I needed to get ready. You left me without nothing. I just woke up in my own bed 180 days ago without you and thought I'd gone insane". "Well, I did leave you something", Hook says and brushes his cold hook over your pierced nipple. The nipple hardens more because of his hook and a delightful chill runs through your body. You snap for your breath. You look at the beast sitting on your bed. He's wearing black trousers, black leather boots and a burgundy shirt with ruffles. You want him. Unsure if you're dreaming or going through step two of becoming insane beyond treatment, you want him. You pull him down on top you of you. "I'm not going anywhere before you fuck me in my own bed", you say, biting his lips. "Now, that's the wild cat I remember from my ship", Hook smirks.

Since you're almost naked, just a sheer piece of black lace covering your womanhood, you focus on getting Hook down to your undressed level. You kiss and touch, grabbing every part of his body just to make sure he's real. He is. Very much so. And so is his manhood. He tears your panties sunder with his hook. "Open up that treasure chest, let me in", Hook grunts sexy into your ear. "You got the key, unlock me", you purr. He spreads your legs and slides his rock hard cock inside you, starting to feast upon the wealth that is you very wet and willing cunt. "Ahhh, yeah", you moan. "I dream about this every night, but it's not the same. My mind can only take me so far, but you can take me beyond". "Yes, my treasure. Let me make it up to you. Let me fuck you till the wee hours of the night", Hook bites your lip. "Ohhh yeah", you mewl, sticking out your tongue to play with his. It's so good to feel his strong body so close to yours, to feel his manhood inside you. You've missed him dearly, your body and mind have been in agony not having him near. You still can't believe this is happening. It's almost too good to be true. Six months without a clue of verification that you've been to Neverland, and then, here he is, in your home, in your bed, wanting you to come with him forever.

"Hook, James! Is this real? Is this happening? Are you really here, with me? Am I dreaming again?", you place your hands on each side of his face and look into his deep blue eyes. "Yes, I am", Hook says, thrusting himself into you with a powerful thrust, making you squeal. "You are not dreaming, you weren't dreaming. It's real, it was real". "I need more if you want me to believe you", you say. "There's plenty more where that came from", Hook smirks and starts to fuck you senseless. "Ahhhhh", you scream. "Fuck! Real or fantasy, I don't care anymore, just don't stop what you're doing!". "Never", Hook says, kissing your lips. "Mmmmmm", you moan while you let him do you all night long.

The alarm goes off at seven o'clock. You are so tired and worn out, you can't make out what the sound is and where it comes from. Suddenly you sit up, gasping for air. You look to your left, and there he is. He's not gone. "James", you say. "Ughhh", he grunts, clearly tired. "James, I gotta get up, I gotta go to work", you say while you jump out of bed. You rush to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Your body is so nub from all the banging, and you can hardly stand on your feet. You manage to shower and do your make-up, rushing to the bedroom to get dressed.

Hook stumbles into the kitchen while you're making a coffee-to-go, only wearing his pants, which are not closed. You look at the unholy, sexy beast standing in your white and minimalistic kitchen and swallow hard. "I forgot to give you something last night", James says. "It took me a while to find the right one, took a great deal of pillaging", he smirks. He walks over to you, takes something out from his right pocket and kneels before you. His eyes are fixed on yours. "I've already asked, and you've already said yes, but may I have your hand and place my symbol of affection on your slinky finger?", he asks and smiles. You feel tears of joy pressing on and hand him your left hand. He slides a ring in white gold with claws holding a massive white stone on your ring finger. You sigh in amazement. "It's beautiful. Thank you", you say. Hook gets up. "My bride", James says and kisses you. "I'm so sorry, but I really gotta go. We can, and must, talk about all this later when I get home from work", you say. "Where do you work?", Hook asks. "Wolf & Hammer Publishing", you say. "I work with books". "That's nice", Hook smiles. You look at the time. "Ughh, let's hope I manage to hail a cab", you say. "Cab?", Hook asks. "Yes, cab, taxi, yellow cars in the streets taking people wherever they want to go", you explain. "And how do you hail one?", James asks. "You just wave your hand at the car, looking a little desperate, and they usually stop", you say and head for the door. "Look, here's my card. There's my phone number", you point at your number on the card. This is a phone, you just pic this up, dial the number and wait till someone answers. Ask for me. If you need me. I know my world is a bit confusing". Hook looks just as confsed. "I gotta go. I... I love you", you say and give Hook a kiss. "I'll be back before you know it. Food's in the fridge. I'm so sorry about this". You look at the very displaced pirate in your home. If it hadn't been because of your several meetings that day, you would have called in sick.

You sit in a cab on your way to work admiring your engagement ring. It's so big, so bold, so beautiful, just like Hook. You can't believe that he's in your apartment right now, that last night really happened. The shock and joy to find him beside you in bed this morning. You know you got a great deal of talking to do, and things to take care of. Will you really be leaving with him to Neverland? Forever?

Hook is walking around in your apartment, snooping around. He's been through every shelf, every closet, looking at your belongings. He's a thorough pirate, his or hers, private and personal, someone's dear belongings are not a hinder for him in any way. He grasps whatever he likes, though this time he's not looking for something to steal, just something to look at, to find out a little bit more about you. He knows that you are wild, good in bed and make his heart beat harder and faster just by smiling at him. He knows you are adventurous and feisty, that you'll make a good bride and an excellent pirate. But he knows nothing of your world and your life, though he is very curious and eager to learn. He's a dreadful captain that have faced many terrors. This modern world couldn't be so hard to figure out?

It's nearly lunch time. You've been stressing through work tasks and meetings, not catching your breath once to think about Hook. Or of course you've thought about him, maybe too much. Even your co-workers have asked what's up. Your closest co-worker, Julia, was the first to notice the ring on your finger. You said you couldn't say much at this time, though she knew there had to be a guy that put it on there.

You're walking back and forth in your glass office, talking on your phone with an author about his upcoming book when you watch people starting to act strange on the outside of your office. "I have to call you back", you say and hang up, walking towards the door to open it. "Who is this guy?". "Why is he dressed like a pirate?". "Neverland's that way". "Is that a real hook?". "Is the circus in town?". Questions and remarks hang in the air as Hook walks towards you. You manage to pull the right side of your lips into a crooked smile. "What are you doing here?", you ask when he's standing right in front of you. "I hailed a cab", Hook says and smiles, clearly proud. You giggle. "Oh my god", you feel like dying. Not becaused you are embarrassed, because you're not, but you are amused with the image of Hook hailing, or hooking a cab. You can only imagine the face of the taxi driver. "How did you pay for the ride?" you ask. "I had some coins in my pockets", Hooks says. "Oh, yeah, right, uhmmm, please come inside", you say and move aside to let him into your office. You look at your co-workers which are all standing there with curious looks on their faces. "It's all right, he's with me", you say and close the door behind you. You start to let down the shutters to close all the staring eyes out. "Why are you here?", you ask. "I mean, I'm glad to see you, but why did you leave my apartment?". "The phone didn't work, so I followed your discriptions on where and how to find you, and here I am", Hook says and smiles, walking towards you. "I'm impressed. The city of New York is clearly no match for a captain of foul and loathsome pirates", you smile too. You are drawn towards each other and your lips meet with a powerful force. You moan and throw you arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his curls. He presses you towards a wall, one hand on your hip, his hook scratching the wall above your head. "You shouldn't be here, I got work to do", you say. "I'm hungry", Hook says. "I couldn't find the fridge". You laugh again. "What am I gonna do with you", you say and press him towards you, his hard on poking at your pelvis. Hook smirks. "Well, I can think of several things".

Suddenly there's a knock at the door. "Uhmmm, enter", you say and try to straighten yourself up, covering Hook some behind you. "Are you all right?". It's your boss and Julia. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. This is uhm, this is James. James *cough* Hook. He's my fiance", you say. Your boss and Julia are eyeballing Hook from head to toe. "Nice to meet you", Hook says and reaches out his hook. "Just kidding", he says and holds out his other hand instead. You giggle. "Fiance? When did this happen?", your boss asks. "About six months ago. James' been out of town. He just got back", you try to keep a straight face. Everything that's happening is just so surreal, you can't believe what's really going on. "I uhm, I might go with him the next time he leaves", you continue. "But what about your job here?", your boss asks. "I, I might have to give you three weeks notice in a while. Nothing's certain yet, we... it happened so fast. I can't believe this has happened yet", you smile and let your ring flicker in the light. Julia is looking at you, and then at Hook. "This is quite a surprise indeed. May I throw you an engamenet party? When is the wedding?". "Oh, no, nothing fancy, nothing big. We're just planning on getting married on a beach, far, far away", you smile and wink at Hook. He smiles back at you. "I see", Julia says. "But can I at least host your engagement party? I would really like to get to know this bloke that's captured your heart", Julia smiles at Hook. "If you insist", he says. "I do. I'll get back to you with the details". Julia and your boss nod and leave your office.

"Are you insane? An engagement party?", you tug your hair. "What? What's the matter?", Hook looks confused. "I don't want these people snooping into my personal life. I mean, I love my job, and they are okay as co-workers, Julia is a good friend, but... Ughhh, this, us, we, Neverland, I... I'm so confused. I don't know what to do", you say and look at your fiance. "Maybe you'd think better on a fuller stomach. If all you've had to eat, drink, today was that black goo in the kitchen, no wonder you can't keep up", Hook says. "That goo is called coffee, and it gives you a kick", you say. "I know what it is, but that's not coffee". Hook smirks. "Oh, shut up!", you say and grab your bag. "But first we need to find you something to wear. You can't walk around like that. I mean, I love your ruffles and leather boots, but the people of New York isn't ready for it. I fear they never will be", you say and take his hand, leading him past the people's stares.

You find Hook a dark washed jeans, a black shirt and a dark grey sports jacket. The salesman is worried about James' hook, and you can't blame him. "Not to worry, he won't rip the clothes apart", you say. "Only mine", you whisper and wink at Hook. Hook smirks. You go and find him a pair of causual boots when he's in the dressing room. "Here you are", you say and stick the boots inside the curtain. Hook grabs your hand and pulls you inside the changing room. "James", you manage to say before he presses his lips against yours, grabbing your behind with his hand. "Mmmm, behave pirate", you mumble against his lips. "I can't, it's not in my nature", Hooks says and bites your lip. "Ughh, to hell with it!", you say and embrace him. "Is everything all right in there?", the salesman asks. You giggle. "Yes, he, uhmmm, he just needed som help with is zipper". You are so full of laughter, suffering from a terrible affack of impish behavior. It's not like you to be this crazy. You tumble out of the dressing room, flushed af, but you couldn't care less. You might be leaving NYC anyway, so you don't mind following your new state of mind. You know you're not crazy. What happened six months ago was not a dream, and you have declared yourself as sane again. You got a tall, dark and handsome pirate with a silver hook in the dressing room to prove it. You are not insane, though everyone else may think you are losing it.

You treat James to lunch. He's looking mighty fine in his new outfit, and you can't help but looking at him whenever you can. You sit beside each other in a booth, instead of opposite each other, so you can neck and behave like the engaged and horny couple that you are. "You said something to me earlier today that I didn't have a chance to reply to", Hook starts saying. "You were in such a rush to get to work, and I didn't realise it was the first time I've heard you say that to me", he smiles. You rewind and try to find the words, but nothing special comes to mind. Wait, yes, oh. "You mean "I love you"?", you ask and smile. "Yes, exactly", Hooks smiles too. "I do, you know", you say. "I love you too", Hook says. "This is so crazy", you say and place a hand on his face. "I... I don't know what I'm gonna do. About me, you, us. My life here, a life with you. I... James". "Shhh", Hook says. "We'll figure this out". He kisses you. "Yes", you say. "I know we will". You kiss him back and forget about everything for a while.

A couple of days go by, and you're closing in on the weekend, and the engagement party Julia is hosting. You've gotten Hook a suit, and you're both getting ready in the bathroom. It's insane how quickly James has adapted to the modern life in NYC. If you look past his hook, and his impressive head of hair, he looks just like a normal resident of the city. You could continue to live like this, but you know Hook can't and won't for long. He wants to go back to Neverland and his ship. Smee's in charge of the Jolly Roger for now, but James' anxious to get back to his life as a badass pirate, and you can't blame him. Question is, are you?

"Y/N, James, welcome!", Julia says and shows you in. "Thank you so much for going through all this trouble hosting this party", you say. "Oh, don't mention it", Julia smiles at the both of you and hands you a drink. "I think this woman is full of bull", Hook whispers into your ear. "They all are, at least now, they're just too curious about you, and they wanna find out if I've lost it. I might have, but I don't care as long as I don't lose you again", you say and tighten your grip in Hook's hand. "You won't", James says and kisses your cheek.

You mingle and talk to people, and you try to stay as close to Hook as possible to help him out answering if they get to snoopy about his hook and what not. After too many drinks you have to go to the bathroom and excuse yourself, hoping James can handle himself. You know he is fully capable of doing so, maybe too capable, you just don't want him to get a murder on his hook if someone's too cruel with words while you're not there.

"How did you meet this wierd, yet incredible handsome man", a co-worker of yours ask. "In a dream", you say, slightly drunk. "Really?", she asks. "Yup, but it turned out to be real, so here we are", you say and try to put some gloss on your lips. "Are you sure you are all right? I mean, has he forced himself on you or into this marriage? Someone with a real hook can't be all sane, can he?", your co-worker asks. "He's just as sane as you and I, he's just not from around here. He lost his hand in combat. He's a pirat, a warrior", you say. "And he just happens to be called James Hook? Honey, is he mental?", your co-worker is staring at you in the mirror. "No, he's not", you say stricktly. "He's my fiance, and I love him. Fuck normal! If you only knew what he and his hook are capable of ", you say and think about your piercing. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just... ", your co-worker starts saying. "Yeah, yeah", you say and leave the room. Once something or someone is out of the ordinary, people get way too invested in keeping things normal, and you don't need that right now. Normal is boring, and you know a place where normal never will be a part of your day anymore. And it's getting more and more tempting to go there and not come back.

"Let go of him!", you hear someone shout. You rush towards the raucous, finding Hook holding a man up by his throat aginst a wall. "James!", you shout. James drops the man with a thump and turns to face you. "Did he insult you?", you ask. "No, not me. You", Hook says in anger. "Not to my face, but I overheard them talking behind your back". You look at the man on the floor, at the crowd. Julia is shocked and pissed off about her party going to hell. "Listen", you start saying. "I'm not crazy, or maybe I am, crazy in love with this man and pirate with a silver hook. He got his hook in me, and I'll go wherever he goes. Thank you for hosting this party, Julia. And to the rest of you, have a nice, boring, normal life. I'll be leaving tonight, and I won't come back. I'm hungry for adventures and an abnormal life with my captain. Fuck what you think! You can take this hook and shove it!", you say and raise James' arm with the hook up it the air. Hook smirks. Then you leave the party and your very last New York coctail gathering.

"Are you sure about this?", Hook asks, watching you pack a bag. "Yes, I am", you say. "All my life I've been me, an outcome of my parents, friends, work and co-workers. I still want to be me, but with you, and NYC is not the place for it. Waking up on that beach six months ago have been both a blessing and a curse. I met you, then I lost you, and now you're back. And I'm going back with you. I... This is crazy, good crazy, and I let it happen. I want this to happen. James, take me back, take me with you to Neverland. Let me be your wife. Let me love you as long as I got air in my lungs and love in my heart to keep it beating". Hook takes your face in his hand, his hook caressing your cheek. "My treasure, I'll be the luckiest priate on the seven seas to have you by my side. Come, let me take you away", he walks towards the window and opens it, reaching out his hand to you. You can see his ship approaching, and feel a high level of excitement grow inside you. Once you step onto that ledge and board his ship, there is no going back. You know that, and you love that. "Smee", Hook says once he's aboard. "Captain, welcome back", Smee says. "Milady". Smee bows at you. "Okay, listen up you dirty, no-good scoundrels!", Hook shouts when he's on the bridge. "This is my bride to be, and you shall fear her just as much as you fear me. Beyond this beatuy lies a feisty will to discover the wealth of the deepest sea. I might have her on my hook, but she got me on my knees. So bow to her, my pirate bride, and all the glory she will bring".

The pirates on deck bow to you and Hook, before they set sails to carry you away to that great star, and beyond.