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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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I don't own Peter Pan, only the character Samantha. Enjoy!

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Samantha slept peacefully. She didn’t even hear the sounds of her window slowly opening, or the creaking of the wood panels under the carpet as someone crept over to the bed. However, she did noticed when someone tossed a blanket over her head and lifted her up and over their shoulder.

She wanted to scream, but the sound wouldn’t come out. The only sound she could make were tiny whimpering noises. Whoever it was that had her on their shoulder better than their lucky stars that they had shocked her. She knew karate and was not afraid to use it. She had learned in Michigan during the three years they had stayed there and had been continuing in every town they moved to. She had also taken up Yoga, which had increased her flexibility.

She was just about to send out some sort of kick when she was dropped somewhat carefully onto something that was hard and wooden. She let out a gust of air as she fell, making it impossible to move for several minutes.

She heard voices around her, but she couldn’t understand them, there were so many. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but the pain circulating through her body made it nearly impossible.

Then she heard only one voice, a very masculine voice that all the others seemed to listen to.

“Set sail,” it yelled before someone picked her up again and was carrying her somewhere again away from all the yelling men.

She tried to fight through the sheet covering her, but for some reason she couldn’t. It was almost like someone had tied the ends together keeping her locked inside.

After several minutes she was dropped again, this time she at least landed on something softer, almost like hay.

“The Captain’l be wantin’ ta see ya later,” a gruff voice said before she heard a clanging noise and the sound of a something locking. The man walked away leaving Sam alone in this place, wherever it was.

Sam spent some time trying to find some way to get out of that damn sheet, but there was no way she could get out. She finally gave up and leaned back against the wooden wall. Was this entire place wooden?

Finally she heard two sets of footsteps approaching her. The door was unlocked and opened and the two owners of the footsteps walked forward and one grabbed her shoulders while the other grabbed her feet. She started to struggle, but they had strong grips.

They took her out of that place where she was and took her somewhere else.

Captain Hook sat in his cabin, happy to be back in Neverland and finally having what he wanted in his grasp. He promised himself that he wouldn’t kill the girl right out. What fun would that be to kill Wendy without having some fun first.

The two pirates he had sent to fetch the girl from the brig had finally returned. They set the struggling bundle on the ground and then turned to the Captain.

Sam was lowered the ground and listened carefully to what was going on around her. What was going to happen to her?

“You may leave,” a strong sensual voice said. It was the same voice she had heard earlier yelling to set sail. Was she on a ship? The two sets of footsteps that had carried her up here left the room, leaving her on this surprisingly carpeted floor.

Another set of footsteps approached her slowly. Sam didn’t know what was going on, but she was determined to not allow herself to be scared.

“I would suggest you lie perfectly still,” the voice said, now right next to her. Slightly fearful of what he was planning to do, Sam did exactly what he wanted her to do and laid still.

Suddenly there was a sharp object right above her head. It was ripping the material she was wrapped in. Sam closed her eyes to the sudden bright light shining in from the sudden slash in the sheet.

Hook unwrapped the girl and was surprised at what he found. He knew that people grew up in the world where Wendy was from, but he didn’t know they changed so drastically. Her hair had changed color, as well as her face shape and look.

She was barely dressed, if one could call it that. Her legs were on display for anyone to see in that skimpy outfit she wore. Her arms and cleavage was also visible. The girl opened her eyes and blue eyes connected with gray ones. It was at that moment that Hook realized that this wasn’t Wendy.

“Who are you and where is Wendy?” he said placing his hook against her neck. Sam looked up at the man next to her.

He had long curly black hair, a black mustache, sharp features, and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He was quite handsome, and fearsome.

“I don’t make it a habit of repeating myself,” he said pressing the hook tighter against her throat.

Sam narrowed her eyes. She hated it when people tried to intimidate her. “My name is Samantha Evans. Wendy is my great-grandmother and is probably at home sleeping right now, or worried sick about where I am.”

Hook narrowed his eyes and moved slightly away from the young girl. Had he miscalculated how much time had passed since he had last seen Wendy? It was possible since time seemed to pass differently here than in Wendy’s world.

“Now I have a question for you Mr. High-and-Mighty. Where the hell am I and who the fuck are you?”

Hook’s eyes returned to the girl at lightning speed. She dared insult him, and where did she learn such language?

“I think that I will be the one asking questions here.”

“Then I’ll be damned if I answer them. I demand to know where I am and who I am here with.”

Hook raised an eyebrow. This girl had spunk. He stood and walked back to his desk. Rather than just killing her, he decided to indulge her for a bit, besides the clothes she was wearing left little to the imagination and were quite pleasing to look at.

“You are on board my ship, the Jolly Roger. I am Captain James Hook,” he said taking a seat.

Sam stood and narrowed her eyes as he spoke. That name sounded damn familiar.

“Have we met before perhaps?” she asked hoping they had and that was where she had met him.

“No.”

“Your name seems familiar to me. How do you know my great-grandmother?”

This question seemed right. He had asked about Wendy after all. Hook smiled before leaning back in his chair and propping his feet on the desktop.

“I met her years ago, when she was just a young girl. She foiled my attempts to kill Pan.”

Sam gasped. She knew that name. “Peter Pan…I remember.”

She looked up at the man across from her with wary eyes. “She told me stories about coming to a place called Neverland with a boy who would never grow up, Peter Pan, and his rival Captain Hook.”

Hook nodded. “That would be me.”

Sam shook her head. “That’s impossible. You don’t exist, not really. Only in my Granny’s mind and besides…she said that you died.”

“Merely occupied for a long amount of time. I was able to escape that croc’s belly and kill it once and for all. Now I have nothing to fear.”

Hook stood and rounded the desk, slowly approaching her.

“And as for me not being real,” he said as he stood closer to her. He grabbed her shoulders and picked her up effortlessly, and without harming her with his hook, so she was eye level with him. “You can see for yourself just how real I am.”

Hook lowered the girl’s feet to the ground and then released her and took a few steps back. Sam stared up at him in shock.

“I don’t fucking believe it,” she said, and for the first time in her life, she fainted.
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