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Regrets of Revenge	By : roxnn2005 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I don't own Peter Pan. Hook is going to seem so OOC but I can't help it. It just happens when I write stuff like this.

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They reached the ship in record time compared to their first trip. She noticed only one thing though; this time the trip was silent.

Sam didn’t know what was wrong, or what to say, so she said nothing. His mind was obviously elsewhere and it could be disastrous to her health to interrupt him.

She was given her own cabin near the captain’s complete with a lock only she, Hook, and Smee had a key to. At first she thought that was a little extreme, but after spending a whole day afraid of the looks some of the pirates were giving her, she found that she appreciated the lock on her door.

Smee had installed it for her and given her the key. When she asked why he just raised an eyebrow and walked away.

The first night back she locked her door and went to bed. At one point during the night, she heard a strange sound at her door. Someone was trying to break into her room. The rest of that night she sat on the edge of her bed holding a candlestick watching the door and waiting for it to just fall down.

She was never person that could be easily be scared, but she was still in a strange place.

She began working out in her room. She had to get in shape in case something happened. She had to protect herself, or else those karate lessons she had taken were worthless.

She had a punching bag set up. It was really just a potato sack filled with sand, but that was good enough for her. Everyday she spent locked up in her room working out and training. It got to the point where her body was almost nothing but muscle.

Hook had almost all but forgotten about the girl. For almost three months he had hardly seen her, and the few times he did she was heading into her room and locking the door as fast as she could.

He had a feeling this had something to do with that pirate who had tried to break into her room that first night back. He had taken care of that pirate in his own way and the rest of them learned quickly not to mess with the girl or face the wrath of his hook.

Three months and still he could not forget the feel of her in his arms, the look in her eyes. He wanted her and he often dreamed about her. Getting her out of his head was proving a more difficult task than he thought.

Then one night he saw her by the railing of the ship looking up at the stars.

It was a clear night and she was standing there by the edge of the ship when he exited his quarters to inspect the ship. He just stopped where he was and watched her from the shadows.

She was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. Her blonde hair was up in a small ponytail and she looked like she had been sweating recently.

She looked slightly different than she had before. He knew that she hadn’t been eating as much lately, but when Smee had carried a potato sack full of sand into her room he was beginning to get curious as to what she did all day.

Smee had said that she had wanted the potato sack for her to punch and work out on.

It had sounded strange, but looking at her now in the moonlight, it was exactly what she had been doing.

Every muscle on her body was now well defined and she looked as skinny as a rail post. It made him want to go over there and make her eat something.

She took a deep breath then and looked toward the sky. She seemed to be concentrating on something very hard. He just stood there and watched her.

Sam decided that she needed some air, and food. She was hungry. After almost three months of eating very little she was in the mood for some real food.

However, there had been no one in the kitchen and she was not about to go in there alone with only one entrance and exit and almost no room to protect herself in. Someone could easily sneak up on her in there. So, she decided to head out to above deck where she could look up at the stars.

His blue eyes watched her carefully as she sighed and began talking to herself.

“God, I’m hungry,” she said out loud.

Hook moved out of the shadows and towards her very slowly as she talked.

“What I wouldn’t give for a PB and J sandwich right now.”

“A what?”

Sam gasped as she whipped around almost decking the captain. Luckily he was faster than her and caught her flying fist with ease.

“Jeez, you scared me half to death. Couldn’t you make some noise or something when you walk?”

“It is my ship and I walk how I please on it. Now, what is a…BB and J sandwich?”

Sam relaxed her hand enough to where Hook could release it if he chose, but he didn’t, and she didn’t notice.

“A PB and J sandwich you mean. It is bread with peanut butter and jelly between the slices.”

“Ah…” Hook said having no idea what peanut butter and jelly actually was. “I heard that you were hungry, why didn’t you just go to the kitchen and make yourself something?”

Sam’s eyes hardened slightly. “The kitchen doesn’t provide enough space for me to adequately protect myself if I need to. I would be basically defenseless.”

It was then she noticed her hand in Hook’s and gently removed it though she didn’t want to. The look in his eyes was back and as much as she wanted to explore that, she wouldn’t let herself.

“Where is Smee? Surely he could have made you something.”

“No offense sir, but it is awfully late and I didn’t want to wake him at such a late hour.”

Suddenly Sam’s stomach let out a loud growl, which caused Sam’s face to turn several shades of pink.

“Come,” Hook said. “I am not about to let you go hungry while on my ship.”

Sam followed the captain down to the kitchen and instructed her to make anything she wanted. “I will make sure that no one disturbs you,” he said, although he already knew that they wouldn’t for fear of his hook.

Sam nodded her thanks to the captain before heading in and finding everything she needed to make a sandwich.

She found the bread, some turkey made for the captain’s dinner, lettuce, tomatoes, and a knife and started making her sandwich.

Hook watched as she worked, quite amazed by her ability to use a knife correctly. Most women that he knew, and that wasn’t many anymore, couldn’t hold a knife right let alone use it.

Before he realized it he was standing next to her in the kitchen, watching her work.

“You use a knife very well,” he said standing next to her in the small room. Sam smiled.

“Yes, well I did have to make some of my own lunches before I went to school everyday. I was not about to eat the crap they serve in the cafeterias, and my parents were both busy with their jobs to even notice.”

“Your mother works as well? Is she a teacher? Or a nurse?”

Sam looked at him with a smile. “A teacher? No way she couldn’t handle one kid let alone thirty. A nurse is even less practical since she hates the sight of blood. No, my mom is writer, and a very good one at that. My father is in the military and so we move around a lot. It drives my mother’s publisher mad, but mom writes enough that it keeps him well dressed so he doesn’t complain that often.”

“Do all women work where you’re from?”

Sam laughed. “Oh yeah. Times have changed since you last were on the open sea. Women and men are on supposedly equal levels, but nine times out of ten the man makes more money. Women can do almost anything a man can do, career wise. As you saw with my clothing, women definably dress differently now. Most women don’t wait until marriage anymore, which I think is…”

“Wait until marriage? For what?”

“Sex. Losing their virginity, their virtue.”

Hook raised an eyebrow. All women had sex with whomever they wanted? “You mean that your mother wasn’t a virgin when she married?”

Sam laughed as she finished up her sandwich and turned to the captain. “Are you crazy? My mother was not a virgin when she married. Ninety-nine percent of the women in the civilized world aren’t virgins when they marry.”

“Really?” Hook said eyeing Sam carefully. She took a bite of her sandwich and nodded.

“Yep, but unlike my immoral friends, I still retain some old values. I plan on waiting until I meet the perfect guy. The guy that when I look at him, my heart starts pounding and my stomach does flip-flops,” Sam closed her eyes as she spoke, the sandwich still in hand forgotten. “I get breathless and even though he doesn’t speak, I know that he wants me forever by the look in his eyes, possessive and protective, like nothing would ever harm me again. I know that’s not actually possible, but it’s nice to dream that I could be safe in his arms forever. He’s gentle and still tough, sweet but very masculine, and always knows what to do to make me melt in his arms.”

Sam opened her eyes and sighed. “However, for 18 years he has remained elusive and I still haven’t found him. I sometimes wonder if I ever will.”

Hook said nothing, just watched her silently as she talked. He wasn’t the man she described and knew that he never would be. Not that it mattered anyway, in a few years she would be returning to her world and there she would find that guy she had been searching for her whole life.

Sam finished her sandwich and turned to Hook with a smile. He seemed sad almost, but it didn’t show anywhere except his eyes.

“Come,” he said. “I’ll escort you back to your room.”

Sam said nothing as she followed the captain. What had just happened here?
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