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Hook's Wendy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Peter Pan > AU/AR Views: 4195 -:- 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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The course of events continued to change on a moment-by-moment basis here in this strange place called Neverland. Caitlin’s entire attitude and stance had been changed, since the framework she’d been standing on had disappeared from under her feet. Her mind still tried to punch through the veil that her memories had been shrouded in, as she unconsciously got ready for sleep. Standing in the nightgown she’d been given she walked back to the looking glass picking up a brush as she began to work the tangles out of her hair. Letting her down, brushing it out over her shoulders.

Hook had moved to his desk, pouring himself some wine. Finishing a glass he started on a new one as his eyes remained fixed on her closet door. He’d gone around the room blowing out all of the candles except for one at the bedside. The limelight was bright enough so that she could find her way in the darkness. As well as pulling the large curtains and draperies closed, once more hiding the stained glass windows from sight, blocking the moonlight from flooding in. There was no expression at all on his face, just his cold icy stare nearly burning a hole into the solid oak door to her closet. Leaning back in a leisurely manner at his Captain’s chair behind his desk, he took another sip of wine, his hook resting on his thigh.

After what seemed like years of waiting, the door clicked and slowly moved open. She’d blown the candles out in the closet before opening the door, possibly out of unconscious habit. Another moment passed, and she appeared. Quickly turning and shutting the door behind her, she slowly moved back into the room. Her eyes scanning about not used to the darkness yet. “James?” She whispered softly into the darkness, not hearing anything nor seeing anyone. Taking another step she tried to look again, her blue eyes still not being able to adjust to the pitch-black room.

The Captain just sat watching her, unmoving not making a single sound. She’d been beautiful to him in her wedding dress, like royalty, even with the bloodstains from the wounds that had been created on her wrists. But right now, with her hair down and completely let free over her soft shoulders that her nightgown so elegantly revealed, she was a Goddess. The nightgown fitted her form, as if it was made to caress the gentle curves of her womanly figure. Reaching down to touch the floor, her feet could only be seen when she walked.

After a moment, Caitlin decided he must have gone out on deck and left her alone for whatever reason. Turning towards the candle light she slowly moved up the two stairs walking over next to the bed. Something was different about it this time; different from last time she had slept between those covers. Curiously bending down she ran her fingers over the sheet peaking out from under the blanket and comforter of the bed. It had been made up with Crimson colored satin sheets, not the same white linen that she’d remembered. That was strange, why was there such a dramatic change in the sheets today with very expensive looking. . . . but then a sudden realization pushed into her thoughts causing her to quickly jerk her hand back away. She’d been married this morning.

Caitlin took a few deep breaths shaking her head and starting to step back away from, what had in a few moments, struck a fear deep inside of her heart. It had become a reaction for her as if she had some place to run to, and distance would save her from what ever it was. Her retreat was halted suddenly hitting something behind her, it couldn’t be mistaken for anything other then a man. Her head turned to see the one standing behind her, recognizing him as only one man, for he could be no other.

She was shaking a bit but held still, there was no place to run and no point in trying to. Her eyes shifted back in front of her, long labored breathes where all that could be heard in the dead silence, besides the creaking and whining timbers of the settling ship. He placed his left hand, his good hand on her side, pulling her back against him not saying a word. Moving his hook up, he slid it through her long strawberry blonde hair pulling it back off of her soft shoulder. Leaning in beside her face, he closed his eyes taking in her scent. Something about her, from the other times he’d been able to get this close to her while she slept, smelled like fresh cut roses that were in full bloom.

Caitlin was frozen in place; she couldn’t move she dare not. Her eyes stayed as wide as saucers starring at the massive wedding bed that had been made for them. James eyes shifted to join her gaze, has a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Are you nervous?” He whispered, blowing softly over her ear. The shiver in her body, and the tension he could feel inside of her as his hand slid down resting on her hip answered the Captain’s question. “There is nothing to fear my lady Caitlin, in all your learned years and achievements, you have not been schooled in the finest points of marriage. Nor in the ways of husband and wife . . . . but you will learn quickly, with me for your teacher.” He whispered as his arms encircled her pulling her tighter against his body still.

Leaning down he kissed her neck, gentle kisses trailing there way to her shoulder. Pressing his teeth lightly against her skin, resisting the urge to bite down into her warm flesh, he suckled gently letting his tongue taste her. James good hand moved slowly to her abdomen, moving slowly upward. Her body was so warm, so soft, each inch and line so tempting, inviting tantalizing his senses.

Caitlin, however, was feeling quiet a bit differently. Feeling her body being pawed at, feeling a mouth on her skin, sparked a memory, a shadow of something from so long ago. Something she’d learn how to defend herself against only after the fact. “Defend yourself Cat.” She whispered, to herself the words being repeated as she had learned them.

James wasn’t really paying attention to her words, and wasn’t going to acknowledge them. However he still held a few ounces of sense and didn’t want her to think he didn’t care about what she said. He moved back to her ear and whispered, “What dear?” Her breath started to quicken as all at once her arms threw upwards trying to remove herself from his grasp. This got his attentions and he stopped exploring her body through her clothing just holding her tight. “Caitlin do not do this, do not try and run from me again.” He said, his voice growing as cold as ice.

She stopped her struggling knowing he was far to strong for her to wrestle away from, even if she did mange to escape there was no where for her to go. Whispering quickly, “Please. . . I. . . I’m not ready for this. . . .I’ve never. . . .I couldn’t. . . I just couldn’t . . .” His grip stayed just as tight on her body, not wanting her to try and escape his wanting arms again.

“Of course you have never before. Knowing all the countless suitors you turned down who offered to escort you to a ball, tis a wonder you have ever been kissed.” He whispered into her ear. There was no way he was going to leave her side and send her to bed again. He’d already done so twice tonight, and this time she might actually make it. “Close your eyes Caitlin.” He directed. “Close your eyes and put your trust in me.” She was already breathing deep, and the thoughts turned about in her head about what could happen to her. Leaning in closer to her ear he tried to put her fears to rest, “Keep your eyes closed, and I shall show you all that you have missed and kept yourself from. You have been waiting for a man to come into your life. I am the man of your dreams, come to claim his bride.”

Her eyes closed while he spoke to her, as her body started to relax again into his arms. His words seemed to vibrate through her body into her very soul. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, melding into his body. James eyes moved down to the inviting lines of her throat, watching as she swallowed the lump in her throat made of pure nerves and perhaps apprehension. Slowly his mouth moved down to caress the soft velvet skin that felt as rose petals do when brushed against ones lips. Reaching over slowly, he pinched out the candle between two fingers, extinguishing the light between his fingertips.

Slowly reaching down putting his good arm down behind her knees, and his other across her back, he lifted her easily into his grasp holding her close to his chest. The Captain smiled lightly to himself, the frame of his young bride as light as a feather. Turning he carried her over to their marriage bed, moving his knee up onto the mattress laying her down carefully. He moved slowly leaving his arm, which held a steel hook to replace his lost hand across her back. Moving to lay over her as she rested upon his arm he looked down into her face, making himself more comfortable as he lay next to her form, slowly leaning over her body.

Caitlin’s eyes remained tight shut, as if she was trying to keep herself from being part of some monstrous nightmare. James resented that a bit, he was no nightmare . . . .not with her anyway. Yet his intentions where clear and his actions were unwavering and would not cease until his prize had been won. There were so many things to do, so many places to start but he knew he had to choose one. There were many times that he’d imagined her laying beneath him as she did now, but somehow he’d imagined it differently. With her eyes open gazing into his and her body comfortably lying on the soft mattress that had been made especially for them, not stiff as a body after riggamortis had long set in. He frowned and used his hand to try and lift hers from her side to her chest. Absolutely nothing, he couldn’t pry her hand from her side or the bed if he’d gone out and gotten a bar to wedge it apart.

He growled looking down at her, “Relax Caitlin, you act as if I’m about do perform a surgeons work on you.” No response, her body was so tight had he pushed her out of the bed and she fell upon the floor she would shatter. “Blast it girl, if you do not do as your told you not share my bed, nor sleep in it by yourself this night!!” His eyes narrowed as he watched her face, she was doing this on purpose. She had no intention of yielding to him now nor submitting for as long as she could hold out. He clinched his teeth, trying to hold back his growing anger. “It is not as comfortable down in the brig as it is here, Caitlin. Is your hidden virtue so important to you that you would rather sleep in a drafty cell by yourself then with me?”

Still no response came and she lay there, her eyes and teeth clinched tight her stubbornness had not fled with her memories it seemed. Even with his elaborate covering of the truth that she had taken in and seemed to accept did not change her mind and she fought him still. This was beyond frustrating this was completely intolerable, he moved to sit up taking her with him shaking her as he shouted in her face, “YOU BELONG TO ME!!! That virtue that you are so heavily guarding with your very life, is mine. MINE do you hear me!!!” He wrapped his good arm around her back jerking her towards him, pushing the cold curve of his hook to her chin causing her to stretch her neck up as far as it would go.

Leaning down towards her face, his good hand moved up behind her head into her strawberry blonde curls of spun gold grasping tightly and pulling her head back. Pressing the cold metal deeper into her throat he hissed into her face, “If you wish for something to fear, you shall have it in abundance!” Caitlin remained silent, to frightened to open them with her head in his grasp his face so close to hers, she could feel his hot breath flowing over her skin. Hook was still angry, although he cared for her more then anyone he’d ever cared for in his entire life, he’d grown weary.

His eye began to twitch, as he had waited and given her time. Continually giving her all the space she seemed to require to sort out her thoughts. Perhaps she needed just a bit more but it was far to late for that. “I shall give you one last chance, before you are turned out of my Cabin until you have changed your mind.” He growled at her. Her breathing got deeper, as her eyes continued to be sealed shut with the pressure she was putting on them. Something about his eyes cast a spell and she felt her only escape was to simply keep her own from meeting his.

“Then turn me out . . . . I don’t know you. If you take me now, all you’ll have is my body and nothing more.” She spoke quickly in a breathless whisper. Made that way knowing the foolishness of her words with the options he’d just given her. Yet James was right, she was as stubborn as an Ass. The look in his face changed, anger growing to its height in just a matter of seconds, however it wasn’t coming out. It was growing on the inside as he could barely keep it under control leaning down next to her ear, his body starting to shake. She’d just given him the answer to his question of how much he currently meant to her. “So . . . be it.” He spat in her ear, before throwing her off the bed watching her as she fell to the floor in the darkness.

Caitlin reached out trying to catch herself, knocking the extinguished candle off of the nightstand next to the bed. The Captain stood, reaching down grabbing her by the back of her nightgown heading for the door. Cat couldn’t get her feet underneath her and was actually dragged across the floor a few feet before finding her footing. Angrily he threw the latch back off the door, kicking them open with his foot. With extremely great and unconcerned force, he threw her out the door so hard she hit the railing nearly falling over it.

Caitlin looked down her eyes wide as her hands grasped the rope trying to keep from tumbling 15 feet to the main deck. Several men were out on deck as it was early morning just before the sun came up. Suddenly she found herself being jerked back and roughly pushed down the staircase.

There was no expression on the Captain’s face, and his eyes had a light glow to them. His hook wrapped around her upper arm as he drug her towards the railing pushing her against it and making her look down into the dark waters lit up my an erie moonlit glow. She couldn’t pull back or get away from his grasp. Leaning towards her ear as his hand grasped her head by her hair making her look. “Look Caitlin, look at what you see. The faces that stare back up at you that glow in the moonlight.” He growled. Cat’s eyes shifted downwards, he was right. There were faces staring strait up at them, that looked a very light sky blue in the moonlit night.

“Mermaids . . . the sort that dark nightmares are made out of. Evil, dark, creatures that share many of my fine qualities. Here we are connected, those dark creatures and I.” He started to push her over the railing far enough that only he kept her from falling. If he were to let go she would plunge down into the cold dark waters. The faces came towards the surface staring up at the woman who looked as if she was about to visit them. Hook leaned towards Caitlin’s ear again, “You mean something to me Caitlin. Yet you anger me to a rage even the boy can not conjure from my being. It is my love for you that keeps me from feeding that anger with blood and carnage of the one creating it.” Tipping her over a bit further, “Do you think you mean anything at all to them? They suffer as I suffer and would like nothing better then for you to fall over the side.”

She started to whimper reaching back trying to find something to keep herself from falling but found nothing in her reach. He made her look in terror for another moment before jerking her back off the railing, dragging her again down below decks to the brig. Throwing her into the first cell he slammed the barred door shut and locked it. “Have a pleasant wedding night, what little is left of it . . . . my young bride.”

Turning on his heel he left her alone, slamming the door of the hold shut behind him. Caitlin got to her feet and went to the bars, pressing her face into a square trying to see up the steps. Closing her eyes she tried to bite back the tears. It seemed that there should not be a drop of water left within her body from all the tears that had been shed today.

Hook stopped a moment once he was back in the cold air of the night. Seeing a barrel next to the door he’d just come out of, he kicked the wood all his anger behind the blow, as the barrel fell to pieces from the force. Quickly moving to where he’d dangled his wife over the railing looking down still seeing the faces waiting for what ever may fall. “BE GONE!!! She belongs to me, and you shall not get one deceitful fin on her!!” Turning he hosted up the broken barrel and flung it over the side into the water, causing the group of bloodthirsty creatures to scatter and disappear.

The entire deck had cleared before he’d come out of the brig. No one wanted to be in the mad man’s path once he’d returned. Hook was completely and totally lost. How could she have been this way and he not see it before now. What was it that kept her fighting him and pushing away, pulling from him, running from him. When Tinker bell had joined forces briefly with him to dispose of her competition with Pan, she’d explained to him that Wendy had seen him once. The first time she’d ever seen him and he’d lost his shadow in the meeting.

Only their second meeting and she anxiously tried to give him a “thimble”. Which he now knew to be a kiss. Two meetings, and not only did she wish to lavish kisses upon him, she ran away from home to be with him. There were so many times during the course of the day, he could have sworn he saw that look in Caitlin’s eyes. But perhaps he had been mistaken and foolish to think so. Words returned to haunt him he thought he’d put out of his thoughts forever, “Old . . . alone . . . . . done for.” He said allowed to himself. Huffing in disgust at the memory, he slammed his steel hook down into the wooden railing, jerking it free as he turned and went up to his Cabin, slamming the doors behind him.

Caitlin lay on the hard, very uncomfortable rack that passed as a bed for prisoners. Curled up underneath the thin blanket that was intended for whatever occupant might have offended a law or rule that deserved punishment. Comfort was not a goal or concern with this place at all. She lay there in silence her eyes open wide, tears still trailing down her cheeks. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine what it would have been like had she just submitted herself to his affections. Something she often did after turning down a kiss, or cuddle from other suitors she couldn’t even remember now in her past. Once she was alone she would close her eyes and tried to in vision it, finding each time how nice it would have been and regretting not having taking the chance. Her eyes opened as she starred towards the wall. She knew now she would have very much liked to have been with him this night. It was to late now and there were hurt feelings on both sides.

Above in his Cabin, Hook lay awake as well. Wondering what there was to do now. Things where going to have to change. Nothing he’d done so far had worked; he’d gone out of his way to be kind and gentle with her. Perhaps that’s not what was needed. Perhaps a much harsher course was what was called for in this instance. If she would not yield to his kindness and take his open hand, she would submit to his iron Hook and whatever his will might be. Just like the rest of the crew.

Closing his eyes he gave a sigh of pure and utter frustration. Tomorrow he would just concentrate on Pan. Caitlin could spend a day imprisoned, and think about which would be the better place to live. A beautiful Captain’s cabin with plenty of food, wine, a warm fire when it was needed, a massive two person soft bed with blankets to keep warm, and a man of her own to sleep beside. Or the option of which she got to explore now, a cold, dark, emptiness where she would stay alone with no other to see or speak with.

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