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Embracing Darkness	By : pegasus2704 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 11148 -:- 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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When Wendy leaned over the edge of the pool, a woman’s face stared back at her. Her face had lost the roundness of it youth. Her golden hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose curls, revealing high cheekbones and full pink lips. The only thing that remained of the young girl she’d been were her bright green eyes, eyes that held too much mischief for a lady according to her mother. Wendy laughed to herself. If Mother saw me now, she would faint dead away of shock, Wendy thought. Throwing modesty to the wind, her long limbs were completely exposed, covered only by a brief shift meant to be worn underneath her gowns. Her hair was loose and unkempt, and her feet were bare. Now this is freedom, Wendy mused, taking a deep breath of the damp forest air.
Out of the corner of her eye, Wendy saw a familiar flash of light come darting into the lagoon. Wendy did not understand Tinkerbell’s special language, but she knew enough to recognize the fiery blinking meant the little faerie was upset about something. As Wendy watched, Peter gracefully lept from out of the water and met her in midair. While Wendy watched, Peter seemed to be listening intently. Although his sandy hair dripped into his face, he hurriedly swiped it out of his eyes with a violent motion of his hand. He then gestured frantically with his arms at the little shimmer of light before turning and facing the now fascinated group of onlookers. Peter pulled out his dagger from its sheath at his belt, his back suddenly rigid, and eyes wide. "Pirate boats! Rowed ashore but empty. They must be around here someone, so be alert. Hook might-"
Peter didn’t get to finish his instruction as a loud crash came from behind him. At that very moment., nearly twenty pirates burst from the shrubbery and were exposed to plain sight, their ragged clothing dirtied and dampened, but weapons gleaming. Netting was thrown from the trees as fifteen or so more pirates were suddenly visible up in the canopy above, sitting in the limbs of the trees and clinging to the trunks. Peter was caught up in the netting and pulled to the ground as four pirates jumped upon his prone form, hurrying to subdue him. Wendy nearly shrieked as men continued to emerge from the trees like ghostly spectres only to plunge into the water to grab out screaming boys. In groups of twos and threes the burly men dragged the startled children out by their arms, legs, hair, clothing, and anything else that could be easily grabbed.
Shocked and frightened, Wendy dove soundlessly under the water and swam behind a rock, praying that she wasn’t seen by any of the marauders. Hidden from plain view, she remained completely motionless in the water, fearing that the slightest movement would cause ripples in the water around her that could be seen from the other side of the mossy rock. With only her head above the surface, Wendy tipped her face forward into the moss, inhaling the rich damp scent and hoping to escape the chaotic scene in front of her. Make me invisible she chanted to herself, hoping desperately that if she said it enough she could make it true. She forced herself to take calm steady breaths, wracking her brain for any semblance of a plan to aid her young friends. Coming up blank, Wendy felt hot tears begin to gather in the corner of her eyes as she prayed for the assault to end.
After a few more minutes of terror, the yelling of the boys began to subside as they were dragged off one by one. Wendy assumed that the pirates were leaving with what they had come for. She hated herself for not helping the boys out, but she was just a young woman, what could she do? She had no use for sword fighting or slingshots, and knew nothing of war tactics. She only hoped that this was business as usual for the group of boys and that Peter would soon be bringing everyone back home with stories of valor and heroics. She would wait for them to come back, that was what she would do. Taking a steadying breath, Wendy listened for any slight noise that belied a straggler nearby but found none. She was alone at last.
When she waded out from behind the rock, Wendy saw signs of struggle everywhere, but not a soul in sight. Breathing a sigh of relief, she reached for a blanket to pull over her wet form. As sudden and startling as lightning, she felt something latch onto the back of her thin wet dress, pulling her backwards. Her shift tore off of her shoulder, and instinctually she lurched forward, away from her attacker. Breaking free, she fell onto her knees with a gasp and leapt up onto her long legs, willing them to move. Just as she tried to take off though, something cold trapped her ankle pulling her to the ground a second time. Deciding that flight would not free her, Wendy resigned herself to fight instead. Her green eyes flashing, she spun around, delicate hand poised to strike at her attacker. In mid-motion, she paled when she met the light blue eyes of none other than James Hook, the Captain of the Jolly Roger himself. From his icy gaze, her eyes strayed to the dark midnight curls that cascaded over his shoulders. She saw that the neckline on his shirt plunged to reveal a strong, solid chest with defined muscles well exposed. Never having been this close to him before, she now knew that strength alone wouldn't aid her escape, and that her chances of breaking loose using sheer force were nonexistent. He hadn’t seemed to age a bit from the last time she had seen him standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger, shaking his fist in the air and vowing to get even with Pan. That was years before. She looked down to see that he had snagged his lethal hook around her ankle, and Hook followed her gaze.
" Little girl, don’t you know that the chase is the best part of the hunt?" he whispered silkily, sliding his hooked hand away and releasing her.
His smile was devastatingly confident, and she realized with a jolt that he was as attractive as he was dangerous. Do something Wendy, she thought desperately. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself for the fight, she leaned forward to meet his clear blue eyes, her own now gleaming with defiance.
"Then enjoy this!" She threw a handful of sand into his face and scrambled to her feet, running towards the dense foliage of the forest. She heard him begin to laugh, remaining behind a short moment as though he was giving her a short head start. It terrified her that this still seemed to be just a game to him, that he wasn’t even the slightest bit worried that she might get away from him. Why was he so confident? She struggled through the vines that caught and tore at her dress, and blindly threw herself forward, away from him.
“Come now child, play nice” came the soft low voice from somewhere behind her, not nearly far enough away. She now could hear him running behind her, and knew that somehow, despite the obstacles of the forest, he was gaining. When she tripped on a low-lying branch, lungs and legs burning, she knew her chase was up. His arms locked around her like a steel trap, taking them both to the ground. She landed on her stomach and he came down on top of her, pinning her to the forest flood. She struggled to catch her breath on the ground underneath him, and felt his broad solid chest heaving against her back. As she lay there, trembling and weak, she only barely noticed that he took his time in getting off of her back.
“You monster.” She cried softly. There was a brief pause, then a soft touch of his warm hand brushed along her shoulder, sent a bolt of lightning through her body and chilled her with fear.
When she finally sat up and turned to face her captor, she noticed that he had removed his jacket, and his shirt was torn and damp from his sweat. While judging his state of dress, or undress rather, she suddenly became aware of her own clothing. Her soaked white shift did little to hide her form, so she desperately wrapped her arms around herself to shield her body from his gaze.
"As much fun as that was my dear, you are coming home with me. You see, Peter decided to play brave and fought his way loose. It seems the only way to catch him is to trap him with something, or someone, important. You will work just fine."
"You are still swine Hook. Always have been, always will be" She sneered at him, hoping that he would overlook her trembling hands.
"And you are no child. All grown up now, and quite the little wildcat! Imagine you, playing the happy housemaking mother. Ha! You, my lovely, are no different than me. I see the fury in your eyes, the power of emotion there, and it fascinates me." Hook flashed her another disarming smile, and Wendy shuddered. He was supposed to be an old man! Wendy desperately searched her memory to recall the villain of her youth, but realized he had only seemed old because she had been so young. Now that she had aged and he had not, she saw things for what they really were. He was no old man. Quite the opposite in fact. He had chased after her in her headlong flight but now seemed barely winded.
He was right, she admitted to herself. She had never felt more alive than when running for her life. Every part of her being had come alive and the feeling of exhilaration had overcome her fear. Now she just hoped that he had no intentions of killing her anytime soon. She had to come up with a plan, and fast.
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