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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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James looked at her eyes, not quite understanding what was going on or what caused such a drastic change in his wife. Unless it had something to do with the night before, and what they shared together. However, such a thing was natural and to cause this much of a difference in her was completely absurd. Perhaps it was Neverland that was trying to rip her from his grasp, as he had only held her truly for the past two days and not a day more. He wasn’t ready to give her up yet.

“Caitlin, stop this nonsense. I demand you put that blasted sword down immediately!!” He shouted at her. Another smirk appeared on her face at this as she didn’t move and seemed to taunt him with her eyes. Hook’s jaw clinched as he felt the overwhelming desire to backhand her and put her in her place. “So be it.” He drew his sword and took a stance of his own. He didn’t want to do this with her in such a way, what they did the night before was purely in fun. This was something entirely different.

A moment of stillness passed before she suddenly spun around striking a hard blow at her Captain, he raised his sword blocking her advance, quickly attacking back without the hesitation he used with her the night before. Caitlin’s playful sparing had changed as well; she had become serious in wielding her sword meaning she meant to kill this time. She jumped up escaping another of his attacks, and came down hard on the ground kneeling low; striking upwards towards his stomach but it came a few inches lower. Hook’s eyes went wide as he caught the blade with his hook looking down at her. “For gods sake woman, have you gone mad!?!”

Her eyes narrowed as she began to move again, attacking him hard and fast gritting her teeth. James continued to successfully escape each of her death threatening sword blows, before he hooked her wrist that held her sword with his hook locking there arms together. He tried to hold her there looking into her eyes, his brow furrowed as he swore he saw a sort of flame in her eyes as if she was under some sort of spell. She started to jerk away, but he pulled her back throwing her against the rock wall. Caitlin cried out as her body smashed into the rock.

Hook quickly followed after her, intending to disarm her while she was stunned, but she raised her sword again striking at him. Caitlin’s sword made a cut across his chest, merely a flesh wound for he was to quick on his feet. He shouted in anger before he quickly blocked two of her attempts to stab him again, reaching his foot up and kicking her stomach throwing her against the wall a second time. Running for her, he pressed her against the wall with his weight putting his arm across her throat and stretching her up to her toes. Dropping the sword near them, he grasped her hand that held her weapon and slammed her wrist against the wall a few times, before her hand finally released the blade and fell to the floor with his.

Caitlin started to struggle again, trying to wrest free of his death hold on her but he held her fast against the wall. He looked down into her eyes feeling an anger wash over him; she was so different now then she had ever been before. “What has happened to you?” He hissed through his teeth, wanting to know what changed her in such a drastic and horrid way. She started to struggle again and got one of her hands free clawing at his face with her sharp nails. Hook moved his head back out of her reach and crossed his arms taking hold of her wrists and crossing them down over her body before pressing her hard against the wall again. “STOP this madness!” He shouted at her, but the look in his eyes said he wasn’t getting through. He couldn’t let her go, and he couldn’t very well get her back to the Jolly Rodger like this. Caitlin would have to be sedated, there was no other way to move her.

He took a deep breath hating what he knew he had to do. He had no other choice. “Caitlin your not well . . . . I must get you off of this island . . . it is taken your senses.” He whispered looking at her for a moment. All at once he reached up placing his good hand at the back of her neck jerking her away from the wall and knocking his forehead hard against hers. She instantly fell against him unconscious, and he moved to kneel bracing her body against his knee looking down into her face. Hook felt as if he couldn’t breathe, a large pain in his chest screamed out in agony at what he’d just witnessed. Slowly he reached up running his fingers through her hair, feeling a well of emotions swelling deep within. Finding himself completely overwhelmed he lowered his head to rest against her chest closing his eyes trying to shove them all back down.

A sound of weeping was stifled against Caitlin’s body, before finally Hook took a deep breath lifting his head to look down at Caitlin again. There were tears in his eyes he quickly bit back gritting his teeth tight as he spoke, “I will not lose you . . . . not to this damned unending nightmare wedged in between the narrow confines of sleep and awake.” James reached over he grasped his sword from the ground returning it to it’s sheath, before sweeping Caitlin up and over his shoulder. He stood easily balancing her weight to one side making his way out of the castle.

Hook carried her all the way back to the boats that stood waiting on the other side of the island, hoping the entire time that she would not wake and wonder where he acquired the skill of carrying a female in such a manner. He intensely disliked carrying her like some common wench, but the distance was to far to carry her another way and the dress and cloak she wore added quite a bit of weight from her otherwise feather light frame. None of the men said a word, the look on the Captain’s face said that he was in no mood for stupidity. James just remained silent handing her into one of the boats before entering himself, and made not one sound nor said a single word all the way back to the ship.

Peter Pan and Tinker bell had been watching everything that had happened from a hiding place inside the castle. It was all very strange to say the least, Hook didn’t send her after Pan it seemed and she was acting very strange. He looked at his small flitting friend, “Tink, something’s strange about that lady. Do you think its dark magic?” His small firefly sized companion shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “Come on, let’s go home.” He said and flew up from his hiding place heading for the entrance. Tinker bell started to follow him but paused a moment seeing something moving from another part of the castle. It looked like a light just like hers, but darker and much different somehow. “Come on Tink!” Peter called after her. She looked for another moment as what she saw disappeared, then turned and quickly fluttered after Peter.

A small fairy the same age and size as Tinkerbell, moved to sit down on the rock she’d been hiding behind. She crossed her arms with a dark look on her face as her wings flitted angrily. Her name was Aurora Sun, very different now then any other fairy that ever existed. There was a time when she was just like every other fairy in Neverland. Brightly colored clothing, a light so bright that it would blind you to look right at her when she was in flight, and a very cheerful and friendly personality however that all changed when she was stolen away from Neverland.

Her leafs that made up her small fairy sized garments had turned into fall colors at first but had quickly changed into even darker colors. Purple, black, and dark blue. With these changes also came the dark purple glow that replaced her bright blinding glow of starlight. Her hair was black as a raven’s wing and strait hanging down over her shoulders when she didn’t have it swept up in small silver fairy size clips. She no longer lived with the other fairies in there hollow, she lived alone as an outcast, following after the one whom her heart now belonged to.

James Hook had grown into the habit of talking to his small fairy captive that he’d taken with him into the mortal world so he and his bride would have a way home. Aurora was that fairy. She’d resented him at first for stealing away from her home and family while they were in deep hibernation waiting for the one called “Peter Pan” to return. But when the call of Neverland started to pull on their hearts and souls, beckoning them to return holding them both in it’s strong and forceful grasp, the only comfort she found was in her captors voice.

When he left her out on the desk at night, she would watch him sleep and breathe dreams into his mind. Pleasant dreams so that he could rest, and stay strong while they were away from home. She gave him whatever small little comforts she could afford becoming quite taken with him in an extremely small amount of time. Even getting to the point where she lived to see the blue of his eyes when he looked into her little jar. He was cruel to her often, when he would spit insults towards her fairy kin and threatened her with the words that would spell her doom when she made to much of a fuss.

Once they returned to Neverland, the fairy world, she thought that perhaps he would continue to keep her and she would be allowed to stay with him for all time. However, he released her from her jar and set her free dropping the glass bubble that had become her home over the side of the ship without a care. Aurora flew up beside him looking at him for several moments, “You have served your purpose, and as I said I have brought you back and released you. I have kept my word now be gone, before I change my mind.” He hissed swatting her away. Aurora flew through the air nearly hitting the mast, crawling behind it as she looked towards him heart broken.

Hook walked up the stairs to his cabin, without even a second thought of the small creature who cared for him more then anything, going to HER side. That human who looked to Aurora’s eyes, like an over grown child’s doll with her golden hair that hung in curls, her lips as red as cherries, and her skin like porcelain. Aurora had watched him and how he seemed to cater to her every whim, and bend to her every desire. Keeping hidden, she had watched the wedding her heart dark as could be. She cheered when the Captain threw the human girl into her cell on their wedding night and left her there for days and days.

She thought that perhaps Hook would have grown tired of the girl and put her over the side with all the frustration she seemed to be causing him. But that hope was laid to rest the night Caitlin emerged from her small room that had been added into the Cabin and lay by James side, giving him the comfort he’d desired for so long. Aurora’s little heart grew bitter quickly, especially at the joy that James had emerged from his cabin with the next morning. Making a special trip to the island just to take her to the hidden secret spring of the diamond cave, making love to her on the rocks.

She couldn’t take it any longer and decided the human girl had to be disposed of a quickly as possible. Waiting until the wedded couple fell asleep, she flew down from her hiding place in the rocks above. Her small feet carried her closer to the one that she felt was taking her place in the Captains life, as she looked at her for a moment with total hate and jealousy in her eyes. Aurora took out a small black pouch and reached inside taking out a handful of black powder. Quickly she blew the dust into Caitlin’s mouth, watching the human swallow it in her sleep. Invading Caitlin’s dreams, Aurora moved to her ear whispering instructions into her subconscious and pushing dream into her mind. The results of all of these efforts put Caitlin into a deep dark trance. Black magic casting a spell over her body and mind, carrying her to the black castle across the island.

Aurora would have to come up with some other way to get rid of the human girl now. Her intention of feeding her to the large crocodile that lived in Neverland and always haunted the Captains footsteps was thwarted. It was a good plan but she couldn’t very well put her love in danger. With a loud sigh she flew up into the air and left the castle, going back to her hiding place on the ship that she’d come to call her home laying down and resting trying to think of what she could do.

Hours later, a loud groan of agony was the first sound that came from Caitlin’s unconscious form. Her body shifted from left to right only to find that her movements where completely restricted and the sound of rattling chains filled her ears. Slowly her eyes opened having a frightful headache, she tried to move her hand to cover her eyes but Caitlin found her arm frozen in place, unable to move. Taking a moment to let her eyes adjust in the darkness, she looked at her surroundings before looking at herself. Her arms where clasped in irons stretched far above her head, her legs also clasped in irons, and she was chained hard against the wall. Caitlin started to move her hands and try to pull free from her binds but it was completely futile. She was locked in far to tight.

Caitlin was frightened and very confused not knowing how she’d gotten here. The last thing she could remember was falling asleep beside James in his arms. The thought passed her mind that they maybe had been taken prisoner and she grew very worried about James not seeing him anywhere about in the cell with her.

Just then, the sound of a door lock being turned filled the silent darkness. Caitlin’s quickly turned her eyes up to see who would enter, but the bright blinding sunlight flooded in through the door cutting through the darkness and forcing her to close her eyes and turn her face away. “Well well well, look who’s decided to join us after all that sleepin she did.” The voice was a familiar one, like the guard who spoke to her when she was held in the brig of Hook’s ship weeks ago. Opening her eyes again she tried to see who it was. “Seems our little hellcat will be staying in her current accommodations for a while.”

As he stepped to stand before her, he shadowed the light that was blinding her and she looked up at him. It was the one that had guarded her before. “What’s going on? Where am I? . . . Where’s James?” She asked quickly starting to struggle again.

“Now, now. No need to get yourself all worked up Miss. The Captain is up in his quarters, restin’. I’m sure he’ll be wantin’ to talk to ye soon enough.” Reaching up, he pulled the chains tighter, making it impossible for her to even slouch against the wall. She gasped and cried out at the uncomfortable way she was being restrained looking at him. “Comfortable? We only want the best for our ships mistress.” He said with a chuckle before he turned and headed back up the stairs slamming the door closed and locking it back up.

Caitlin was in shock, she wasn’t sure what was going on or why. She tried to struggle again but found it completely hopeless. “James . . . where are you, what’s happened. . .” She whispered closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall.

Hook sat up in his study, alone. Making his way through a large bottle of rum as he flipped through the pages of Caitlin’s journal trying to find any sign or clue that explained the madness she’d fallen into just over night. Slamming it closed he threw it from his desk, and leaned back in his chair starring towards their bed that still had yet to be used in the way it had been intended for in the first place. Picking up his glass he downed it’s entire contents before filling it up again. “Why do I get the feeling you have something to do with this, Peter Pan.” He hissed to himself drinking yet another glass of rum, standing up as he walked about his cabin, picking up things every now and then and throwing them against the walls, or to the floor.

He had been drinking for some time, and the alcohol was bringing out the surly Captain’s already incredibly ill temper. “Weeks and weeks of trying to figure out how to take her as my wife, to have her submit herself to me as a wife should, and trust me. Finally I find a way only to have her turn in such a destructive manner come the morning!?!” Picking up the water pitcher and slamming it against the wall, turning back to his desk and filling his glass again.

Drinking to excess was not something that anyone would recommend for this man. His temper was unpredictable and uncontrollable enough without adding alcohol onto the flames to make him grow even more dangerous. All sorts of thoughts mulled around in his mind, his anger shifting from one person to another. Finally, he emptied his glass before throwing it through one of the blue stained glass windows. Moving his hand to rest over the wound he’d suffered earlier in the day, made by Caitlin’s sword. His anger shifting persons once more.

In the dark quiet of the night, Caitlin just hung against the wall silently. Waiting for any explanation that might come for her imprisonment. Wondering how long she was condemned to hang here like a side of beef. Her heart sank as she lay against the wall, she did care for him. Perhaps she was far to hesitant in her affections for him, maybe she’d pulled away from him one to many times. All she could do now is hope that she hadn’t used up all of her chances to act as she should.

Caitlin’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the lock on the door being turned once again. It was nighttime now; the light that came through the door was much eerier and softer on the eyes. A dark figure stood in the doorway looking down at her; she couldn’t quite make out whom the shadow might belong to. She did however; recognize the bottle that was lifted to the shadows mouth, emptying what was left before smashing it against a wall. Caitlin jumped as much as her tight restraints allowed her to.

The figure started to move sloppily down the steps, in a manner that seemed to shout the bottle that broken was not the first that had been emptied this evening. “Whose there?” She whispered into the darkness, not liking the looks of this without being able to move.

The figure leaned against the wall just behind a beam of moonlight creeping in through a port hole as it chuckled dryly. “How many, I wonder, still do not recognize their husbands figure, 6 weeks after they have said their vows.” His voice icy, and hateful.

Caitlin’s eyes went wide as she could feel a twinge of fear creep up her back, “James?” She whispered worriedly. Her head turned as she looked towards the shadow as much as she could, trying to look through the darkness and see him.

“Yes, James.” He hissed stepping into moonbeam, which showed his hair in complete disorder. He’d not shaved today, and he looked as one did when they had tried to embalm themselves alive in liquor. “I see . . . you managed to recall my name after your performance today.” Raising up his arms the moonlight shone on his steel sharp Hook, still leaning against the wall as his icy cold stare stayed on her form he began to clap mockingly. “Bravo, my asinine bride.” Hook pushed himself up off the wall, taking slow steps towards her. Reaching up with his hand and hook opening his shirt so she could see the cut made across his chest. “Quite the masterful cut, I must say.” He reached up pulling her head back to look up at him, before moving his hand down around her throat pushing her against the wall making sure she couldn’t look away. “Perhaps she was trying to see if there was really a heart beating deep within this breast.”

There was no mistaking the fear in Caitlin’s eyes, it seemed as if it were her worst nightmare come true. “Have you no witticisms today? no challenges or foolish questions which reek of your ignorance?” His breath, were someone to light a match could have set the wooden ship on fire. “How dare you defy me and assault me in such a way!” He yelled into her face. Caitlin’s eyes closed a moment before looking up at him, to afraid to say anything or attempt to form words.

Reaching up he placed his hook at her shoulder tearing the collar of her shirt, baring skin to his view. He moved to press the cold hard steel into her flesh as his eyes stayed on hers, “Perhaps you should have a similar mark adorning your body, to remind you never to attack me in such a way again!!!” He shouted treating to carve his initials into her shoulder. Between his rage and the alcohol, he’d not yet noticed that she was back to the way she’d been before. Her eyes were blue even though full of frightened tears, and her manner was gentle and non-threatening.

The out come of such events had yet to be seen.
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