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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13: Finding the Treasure

First of all, thanks again to all my reviewers! You feed my muse... Allora...please post your story! Or at least e-mail me if you'd like some feedback. I would LOVE to read it.

Oh, goodness…now I’ve got to rewrite the scene…now done!…it’s right away, just after the first time Regan is mentioned in thought. Missing some good stuff, naturally, but added some nice details originally missing.

Also, need another Smut Alert here!

Maddy couldn’t get the thought out her mind. Who was it? She hoped it wasn’t Elizabeth. Her sister was far too young to be cavorting about in such a disgraceful manner. Was it one of the maids? Another prostitute?

She thought of her own slight experience. Yes, she had been intimate with Richard, her deceased love. They were to be married, and had spent several wonderful days before his ill-fated voyage. She was a marked woman.

What about Regan? Was he a virgin, or had he tumbled with a woman before? Somehow she doubted he had ever hired a prostitute, but there were higher class women who would also do the deed. But what bothered her was society and how it allowed for men to have certain discretions while women could not. Maybe I’ll just wait and see where this relationship goes. After all, dealing with the Cravens and Wendy’s disappearance is far more important than the matter of my virtue.

The next morning at breakfast Maddy paid close attention to those around her. Ms. Craven was overly chatty, while Steven was paying all the women far too many compliments. She nearly scowled when he tried to flirt with her, and casually mentioned her upcoming evening with the detective. He then focused on Elizabeth, who apparently was fair game with John out of town.

Lizzie herself seemed especially giggly, and one of the maid’s blushed as she passed the table. Maddy shook her head. She wasn’t going to figure out who the woman last night was any time soon.

Soon breakfast was over, and Maddy found herself the last person at the table with the exception of Mr. Darling, who was glancing casually over the morning paper.

“Sir, I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time. In private.”

Mr. Darling looked up from his paper. “Oh? Of course, Madeleine.” He got up and waited as she took a final sip of her tea and then followed him into the study.

Mr. Darling closed the door behind them, and then gestured for her to sit down. He did the same. “Now, I take it this doesn’t concern Mr. Regan. You have made it clear that you make your own decisions.

Maddy nodded. “Yes, and I appreciate the respect you’ve given me.”

“I would have approved anyway, he’s a fine gentleman.”

“Yes, but I am afraid I haven’t been entirely truthful as to how I met him.”

Mr. Darling crooked a brow.

“Michael took me to the police station. You see, he found out that I have interests in criminology and wanted me to listen in while Detective Regan questioned a prisoner that had information on Wendy and her disappearance.”

“Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

“Sir, they didn’t mean to leave you out. It’s just that neither took a liking to the Cravens and Regan didn’t want to say anything in their presence. Michael provided him the opportunity.”

“And what did the prisoner have to say?”

She sighed. “Sir, the prisoner informed us that Wendy stayed aboard the Jolly Roger of her own free will. I found him to be truthful, at least in that regard.”

Mr. Darling remained silent as he absorbed this information. He knew Wendy was adventurous, and ever since leaving school he knew she craved something more than customary life. That is why he allowed her to go on her trip, even though he knew she didn’t favor Steven.

He had also once stumbled upon her writing. After reading a bit he felt as though he were invading her privacy and left it alone. She was an excellent writer, and her surmised that this was how she lived out her fantasies. Something else nagged at him, but he left it alone.

“Sir, there is more.”

He quickly drew his head up to face Maddy again. “Yes?”

“Regan…he has come across information about the Cravens. Once he follows up on the evidence, he plans to speak with you about him. If he is to call on me again, well, wouldn’t that be an excellent opportunity for the two of you to talk in private?”

“I see what you mean. No one would suspect if they thought we were discussing you rather than our predicament.”

She nodded.

“Well, I can tell he genuinely likes you. Perhaps we should play this more formally. As long as you don’t mind…”

“No, sir.” She responded shaking her head.

She got up to leave, but Mr. Darling stopped her. “Madeleine, can I ask you one more thing?”

“Yes?”

“This interest you say you have in criminology…could you elaborate?”

She smiled. “I have taken in quite a bit of reading and have been tutored privately. One of father’s friends is a judge and he approves of women becoming more involved in such matters.”

He smiled at her. “The world is changing, Madeleine. It wouldn’t surprise me if you could find a place in the world of our laws.”

Madeleine went back to the guest quarters, where she settled in the living area to finish reading her book before getting ready for her date with Regan.

On the Island

Wendy watched as James and some of the crew dug deeper and deeper. Three men were on watch, one in the jungle, one on the shore, and one on the hill. They had been at it since the evening before. There had been overnight supplies in the dingy, and so no one returned to the ship. Wendy thought this was odd, and wondered if it had anything to do with the incident the day before.

When the storm had finally passed the Captain gave Wendy his shirt to wear, leaving her ripped one in the cave. The two had spent the night there, making love quietly.

Wendy was still sore from earlier, but after some more “playing” she felt ready to take him inside her again. She was a fast learner, during the first round she learned how to wrap her mouth around his manhood, loving the silky texture of his hard, thick member. It surprised her when he came, but he held her mouth on the head and she drank his release.

He then pleasured her, bringing her to sit on his face and she rode him until she found her own release.

Because she was still healing, he took her in the traditional way, her laying beneath him. This time there was no new pain as she begged him to go faster, her breasts bouncing, and he came as soon as he felt her own release.

“You are a beauty like none other, Wendy.” He told her as he placed kisses along her body. She brought him up into an embrace. They kissed awhile longer before finally falling asleep.

A voice finally shattered her thoughts. “I’ve got something!” One of the mates cried out.

James scrambled over and saw that they had indeed hit something. It appeared made of wood, and soon hands were digging around it before finally revealing a rather small, narrow chest. Wendy and the crew waited in anticipation as the Captain finally lifted the lid.

Expecting jewels and other treasures, Wendy was shocked that the only content was a bottle with dark liquid inside. She looked at the others. A couple seemed confused, but those who knew the Captain the best sighed in relief.

“What is it?” She asked.

James took a look around, looking each man intently. “Our freedom.”

Wendy was confused as the others all cheered. She would likely have to wait and ask him. He would tell her. He would have to, she would make him. A thought dawned her. She now had leverage over him. Or so she thought.

London

Maddy and Regan applauded as loud as they could as the dancers took their bow. They had seen a very interesting ballet, Don Quixote. While the story was nothing like the epic tale, the dancers had put on a brilliant show.

They went for cocoa and liqueur afterward, and it was then that Maddy took out the program and saw the story behind the ballet’s creation. “It says here that the ballet was created for dancers from Spain. I have seen many ballets, and none of them had the bold, courageous yet sensual dancing that we saw tonight.”

“Yes, and the Prima Ballerina is from Spain, as were some of the other Corps dancers. I really enjoyed this show.”

“I did as well.”

He took her hand. “I hope we can do it again. Perhaps next weekend?”

“Oh, yes!” Maddy said as she squeezed his hand. No one in the pub seemed to care about their displays of affection this time. In fact, the place was rather crowded and hosted a more lively group of patronage. They had chosen to eat at the theater earlier, where everyone was much more conservative.
Of course, this did not include the regular drinkers that arrived just before curtain call.

After escorting Maddy home, Regan had the cabbie turn around to take him to his apartment. He sighed contently as he thought about the new woman in his life. Sure she had been introduced to him for the sake of the case, and then it was Michael who suggested he call upon her as cover for relaying information. But his attraction to her had started the minute she turned around in his office. And now that he was getting to know her better, he knew he was falling in love.

But Maddy came from wealth. What kind of life could he offer her with his detective’s salary? Would her parents approve? Somehow he knew that Maddy would defy them, if she wants me, that is.

Before opening the door to the Darling manor she had smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Regan. I had a wonderful time.”

“As did I.” He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, but she had turned purposefully and leaned up. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Without meaning to, he found his hands gently take hold of her slim waist while her own rested on his chest. They stood there for a few seconds, feeling the connection between them. She withdrew and gave him a final smile, and then went through the door.

Regan wondered if he should send flowers the next day. Yes, that is exactly what I will do.

As Maddy made her way back to her guest quarters, she had to pass through the shared foyer with the Craven’s rooms. She hummed along her way to the music of the ballet, never noticing the figure watching her from the shadows.

When she was gone Steven went back to see his aunt, who was still up reading the society column from the day’s paper.

“I do hope you’re still not considering courting one of those women on the side.” She was all too aware of her nephews other activities.

Steven shook his head. “No, Elizabeth is still young and seems too impressed with the Darlings..”

“She certainly wasn’t at first, now was she.”

“She is now, and would never go for someone in our circles. She won’t stray too far from the elder brother. I would try for the spinster sister, but she’s apparently being courted by that detective fellow. Regan, I believe.”

“Hmm…well, I’ve been reading the society pages and there are a few events we could get ourselves invited to. Staying here was an excellent decision on my part. Our hosts couldn’t deny us if we went along with them. It would be rude.” She huffed the last part.

“Well, then let’s do it. I heard Mrs. Darling ordering a tailor for some event next weekend. If Madeleine is out of our hairs with the detective, we could do well.”

“Yes, she does seem a bit too smart for her own good. You need to be more careful when she’s around. She’s likely to say something.”

Neverland

Michael and John were bored. They were waiting on the beach, as they had the day before, waiting for any sign of the ship. Peter and the Lost Boys were off playing the kind of games that children play, while they anxiously awaited the arrival of the Jolly Roger.

“When do you think it will get here?” Michael asked.

“Peter said it could take awhile.” John answered. “They don’t seem too concerned with it.”

“They just don’t understand. They never grew up, never had a sister…”

John sighed. “I know. It just gets frustrating. We came here for a reason, and I’ll be damned if we leave before we find our sister.”

Michael nodded knowingly.

“Well, what have we here.” A voice said from the brush.

The boys were startled and quickly got up. Before them stood a tall, thin young woman. Her skin was dark, her hair in braids like they had seen her long before.

“Tiger Lilly!” They both cried and went to embrace her.

Michael was in awe. He hadn’t seen her in nearly three years, and she had certainly grown up! But then, the Indians did so in Neverland. He went to kiss her hand, which she refused with a giggle. “I heard you two were back. Something to do with Wendy?”

“Yes, Captain Hook has her!”

She frowned. “How can that be?”

The two quickly explained what they knew.

“I see,” She said carefully. “I take it Peter didn’t explain why Hook comes here. Of course, he doesn’t quite understand it himself.”

“Why does he come? Peter said something about making it happen.” John replied.

“He calls for him whenever he feels like it. It is part of Peter’s amusement, as the boy the fairies granted to stay here and remain a boy forever.”

“Then who is Hook.” Michael asked.

“Peter’s younger brother.” She answered calmly.

“What?!!” Both cried.

“It’s true. Hook is merely a man who went in search for his brother. The boy here before him gave Peter his own place when Peter and James were children. Hook didn’t know this, but somehow he found Neverland and comes under a spell whenever he is here. As I said, it is for Peter’s amusement. It is why Peter always wins.”

The two brothers were speechless. They never knew this, and as Tiger Lilly hinted, Peter likely didn’t know. Or remember. He barely remembered them, and had to be reminded of Wendy every time after her last visit.

“I’ll be damned.” Michael muttered.

“Michael!” John shouted. “Language!”

Michael rolled his eyes. “We’re not in society London. I can speak the way I wish. And this revelation is certainly cause for any outburst.”

The Indian girl giggled. “Well, I’m certainly not offended. But you two might as well come join our tribe. It could take awhile before Hook returns. You’re probably starving. We are having a feast tonight.”

On the Ship

They were now sailing, although Wendy had no idea where to. James had promised to tell her when he had the chance, but he was busy with the crew. Once they were back on board the anchor was lifted and the headed out immediately, not minding that it was still dark. Everyone was acting strangely, as if in a trance, all except for Smee and the Captain.

He slipped in their bed late that night, taking her into his arms. He held her tightly, as if savoring the feel of her against him. She tensed for a second knowing still that something was definitely wrong, but then fell into him. They fell asleep that way.

More secrets and stuff coming soon!
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