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Rescuing Wendy	By : PrincessJoyce Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5940 -:- 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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A/N No reviews, but I'm still posting the next chapter. :-)

Chapter 2

Wendy growled as she was consumed by a terrible rage. She began hitting, and clawing at him, spitting like a mad cat.

He caught both of her wrists in his hand and placed the sharp tip of his hook against her neck.

“Woman! What the hell is the matter with you?” he demanded, feeling a trickle of blood run down his face.

“If you wanted me as a young girl you should have come sooner! I waited for you!” she yelled in anguish as she wrenched her hands away from him and fell out of his lap.

“But you never came! You left me there to die!” she dissolved into sobs again.

“I… Wendy?” he asked, uneasily.

She took a couple of deep gulping breaths, and blew her nose on a handkerchief he handed her.

Wendy slowly got to her feet, feeling his eyes run over her.

“Wendy is dead! What you see before you is only the remains. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Captain, I must go all the way back upstairs and try again. And I’ll ask that you not catch me this time,” she spat and headed for the house.

“Now wait just a minute,” he bellowed, grabbing her arm.

“I went to a lot of trouble to get here, and you’re coming back with me! You’re Pan’s weakness, and I will use you to get him!” he cried.

She slapped him then, and he grew so angry that he backhanded her sending her flying across the yard.

Wendy fell to the ground, rolling a few times. She ended up on her back staring at the starry sky as she gasped for breath.

Hook walked over to her prone form and stared down at her. He looked confused, angry, and a little scared.

When he saw that she was breathing, and no longer crying, he let out a small sigh of relief and offered his hand to help her up.

“Can we have a conversation like civilized adults now?” he asked, pulling her effortlessly to her feet.

A change suddenly came over Wendy. All emotion seemed to vanish from her. It was almost like she had turned into a statue, a moving, breathing statue.

Her back straightened like a rod, she plucked a few blades of grass from her hair, and smoothed down her skirts. She then turned to him with a polite yet disinterested smile.

“What would you like to talk about Captain?” she asked him in a soft, even voice.

Hook gaped at her resisting the urge to hit her again.

Finally he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“I need you to return with me. I’ve a new plan to catch Pan, and you shall be the bait that lures him into my trap,” he smiled, smugly.

Wendy’s face remained blank.

“I see. Well I am sorry, Captain, but tomorrow is my wedding day so I will be otherwise occupied.”

He shivered at the obvious detachment in her unwavering, boring voice. Her whole demeanor was reserved and unaffected, except for her eyes. Her large blue eyes seemed to be begging him to save her with a desperation that nearly took his breath away. He suddenly felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach. He could not determine whether he liked the feeling or not, but decided to think on it later.

Things were slowly beginning to make more sense to him. Wendy was getting married, and was not happy about it. She was so unhappy, that she was trying to kill herself in order to get out of it. This could work to his advantage.

“Well, Miss Darling…”

Her eye twitched when he said her name formally, and her smile faltered.

He cleared his throat again, unnerved at her reaction to something as simple as her name.

“Wendy, would you care join me for a drink? I have a proposition to discuss with you,” he said, giving her his most charming smile.

She seemed to relax slightly at being addressed by her given name.

“But I thought you had come to kidnap me?” she asked, confused.

“You would have to be a kid to be kidnapped, and you’re not. You are a lady and I am a gentleman, at the moment anyway, and I see no reason why we can’t go about this civilly. I want to talk to you, adult to adult. Understand?”

She gave him a hesitant look.

“I understand, but I’m afraid that wouldn’t be proper-”, she began.

“Wendy? Wendy where are you?” her mother’s voice floated down from her open bedroom window.

Wendy quickly went to Hook and tucked her arm under his.

“A drink sounds lovely, shall we?” she asked.

They walked around the street corner, out of sight of the house, and found a small group of pirates waiting beside an empty carriage.

“Cap’n! We was waitin’ for your signal…” the pirate trailed off when he saw Wendy.

“Thank you, but as you can see I have everything under control,” he said through gritted teeth glancing at Wendy.

She gave the pirates that same polite, disinterested smile as Captain Hook lifted her into the carriage.

“To the ship,” he commanded, and settled himself in the seat across from her.

“Ship?” she asked, warily.

“Would you prefer to go to a dirty pub?” he asked, disdainfully.

“Captain,” she began, but he cut her off.

“Miss- ah Wendy, I haven’t a house to invite you too as I live on a ship. I assure you that my intentions are honorable, toward you anyway, and I give my word that no harm will come to you.”

Her eyes held her distrust of him.

“And, should I not agree to this proposition of yours, will I be allowed to go back home?”

Hook’s dark blue eyes studied her thoughtfully for a moment before he shrugged.

“If that is what you wish,” he said finally.

She accepted that and settled down in her seat.

It only took a few moments to reach the pier, and Wendy soon found herself in the Captain’s spacious cabin. Like the pirate himself, it remained unchanged.

He watched her as she walked around, softly running her fingers over his collection of trinkets and gadgets.

Finally he beckoned her to a chair, and called Smee to bring them some wine.

After dismissing the jolly old man, who had seemed quite unnerved by this grown-up Wendy, Hook settled down to business.

“I want you to help me catch Pan,” he stated, bluntly.

Wendy blinked and looked at him.

“And, what do you offer me in return? This is a proposition isn’t it?” she asked quietly.

“What would you like, Wendy? Money? Dresses? Jewelry? Or perhaps, your freedom?”

Wendy’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Freedom from what?” she demanded.

“Why, from your life of course. It is what you long for. Or perhaps you were just trying to test your flying ability by flinging yourself out of a second story window upside down? After helping me catch Pan, you could live forever in Neverland. You would never grow old, and you could spend your days and nights doing anything you wish,” he said, dreamily.

She shook her head.

“Once you have Peter, you’ll cast me away. There’s a difference between having freedom, and starving alone on an island,” she pointed out.

He frowned and leaned back in his chair.

“What do you want then?” he asked, snippily.

She suppressed a grin at his childish attitude, and got to her feet. Her eyes drank in the room around her, as she walked toward the wide window. It was to dark to really see anything, so she closed her eyes, and concentrated on the feel of the gentle swaying of the boat in the water. Finally she turned back around to face him.

“I want this,” she said, throwing her arms out to include everything around her.

“I’m not giving you my ship,” he groused.

Wendy gave him an odd look.

“I don’t want your ship, I want your way of life,” she tried to explain.

Hook still didn’t get it.

“You want to be captain?”

“No. I want all you offered me. Money, dresses, jewelry, and freedom. And I want you to give them to me. Every day for the rest of my life,” she told him.

Captain Hook ran a hand down his face. He would never understand women.

“How am I supposed to do that? Do you mean to stay here with me on the ship?” he asked, tiredly.

“Yes!”

His brows raised at her emphatic agreement.

“As my mistress?” he leered.

“No. As your wife,” she said firmly.

Captain Hook just stared at her in stunned silence.

“Close your mouth, Captain, you look like a fish,” Wendy commented.

She received no reaction from him whatsoever.

“Captain?” she asked, slightly annoyed at being ignored.

Again, he made no response.

Sighing, Wendy walked over to his bookshelves, and began scanning the titles. She picked out a book on Ancient Greek Mythology and sat back down in her chair. The school library had never had such books, and Wendy’s curiosity was piqued.

She’d made it through the world origin myths and was starting the story of Persephone’s rape when a strangled noise finally escaped from the stunned captain.

She glanced up hopefully, then grew concerned, as he appeared to be unable to breathe properly.

“Captain?”

She rushed to his side, placing her hands on either side of his face, and tilting it up so his eyes would meet her.

“James, snap out of it!” she commanded, and was pleased to see him obey immediately.

He jumped to his feet, pushing her away from him and turned to fumble with the wine bottle, his hook causing him to spill most of it onto the floor.

Wendy quickly walked over and took the bottle from him, refilling his glass and handing it to him. He nodded at her absently and drained the glass, gesturing for her to pour him more. She did, emptying the bottle.

He downed that, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Wendy was still staring at him, worriedly when he opened his eyes again.

“Why?” he whispered hoarsely.

“I beg your pardon?” she asked, not quite sure what he was asking her.

“What on Earth would posses you to want to marry me?” he demanded.

She shrugged.

“I don’t really have a choice,” she said.

He glared at her.

“Explain yourself,” he commanded.

“Fine,” she huffed and they both sat back down in their chairs.

“If I stay here in London, I’ll be forced to marry someone I don’t particularly like. I’ll have to spend the rest of my days being a lady, popping out babies, and then subjecting my daughters to the same miserable existence that I have to endure.”

She left her chair and knelt in the floor in front of him, placing one of her hands over his on his knee.

“I want to dress the way I want to dress. I want to say what’s on my mind and express myself without worrying about what anyone might think of me for it. I want my days to be filled with adventures, and learn new and exciting things! And I want my nights to be filled with passion and to sleep, protected in your arms,” she told him imploringly.

Captain Hook’s eyes were curiously bright as he said, “God help me, but I want to give that to you!”

His hand wrapped around her wrist, and he hauled her into his lap, claiming her lips with his. Wendy stiffened when his tongue pushed past her lips, and he pulled back, suddenly afraid he’d misread her intent.

“I’ve never been kissed like that,” she explained, then leaned forward for another.

Her mouth opened easily for him this time and she let out a moan that went straight to his groin as his tongue caressed hers. Wendy slid her hands up his chest, and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer.

He held her on his lap with his hooked arm, and slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt. Wendy moaned again as she felt him trail his warm fingers up her stocking covered leg, but she pulled away from him with a shudder when his hand touched the smooth flesh of her bare thigh.

“No,” she gasped.

He looked at her through a cloud of lust-filled confusion.

“Not until we’re married,” she said, firmly.

Hook removed his hand from her leg and cupped her cheek.

“We don’t have to be married. I’d still give you anything you wanted…”

“No. You’ll grow tired of me, and cast me aside eventually. I won’t be known as Captain Hook’s whore. I will be your wife, or you can take me home now,” she declared.

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“Ultimatums don’t work on me, my dear,” Captain Hook growled giving her backside a firm slap as he carried her over his shoulder back to the carriage.

Her small fists beat at his back, but she knew it was hopeless.

He threw her into the carriage, commanded the driver to take them to Wendy’s house, and climbed in after her.

She huddled in the seat, pressing herself into the corner, with her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

“Why are you taking me back?” she demanded angrily.

He glared at her.

“I don’t want a wife. Not even if it means the end of Pan!”

She turned and looked out the window, glaring at the street lamps as they passed.

A tense silence descended on the carriage. Neither of them knowing what to say.

“When I was sent away to school I told stories to the other girls about you,” she told him out of the blue.

“Me? What about you precious Peter Pan?” he asked, suspiciously.

She gave him a laugh that was devoid of humor.

“Peter Pan is for little kids. Young woman want tales of tall, dark, and handsome pirates who swoop in and free them from their lives of misery.”

James stroked his mustache with a grin; pleased that she thought him handsome.

“But that’s all it was. A tale,” she went on bitterly.

Wendy turned back to face him.

“After I was caught telling the stories, I was abused. For six weeks I was forced to slave away for the wicked headmistress. I prepared meals, did laundry, repaired things that were broken, cleaned any and everything she could find for me to clean. And if I did not do a satisfactory job, I was beaten, and sent to bed without dinner.”

She was shocked to see the sorrow in his eyes as he stared at her. Did he actually feel sorry for her?

Hook was filled with anger at the thought of someone abusing his Wendy.

“How… how did you endure it?” he demanded when he had controlled his rage enough to speak.

Wendy blushed and looked away again.

“I told myself stories about you coming to rescue me. You’d sail in on your ship and kill Mistress Swindle. Then you’d sweep me up into your arms, carry me to your ship, and we’d sail off into the sunset. I convinced myself that this would happen on my sixteenth birthday. I even went outside to wait on you,” she explained, looking up at him again with tears in her eyes.

“But you never came!” she cried, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.

James moved to sit next to her, and pulled her into his arms.

“I didn’t know, Wendy. How could I have possibly known?” he asked, glaring up at the roof of the carriage as if blaming God himself for her misery.

Wendy didn’t answer she just held onto him and cried herself to sleep.

The carriage stopped in front of Wendy’s house and he looked down at her sleeping form trying to decide what to do.

When he had decided to kidnap Wendy Darling, he had been expecting a child, not a full-grown woman. And especially not one who appeared to be in love with him.

It was obvious that she was not right in the head, but after hearing her story he realized that it was not her fault. Everything about her, even her slight madness endeared her to him. Marriage was something he had never considered in his life. However, as Wendy murmured something in her sleep and snuggled closer, he realized he wanted her. He had never wanted a woman before. Not for more than a night anyway. Hook wanted to own Wendy. To keep her on his ship and take care of her. Show her all the things that she wanted to see. Have her look at him with those adoring bright blue eyes of hers everyday. If that meant marrying her…

A wicked grin crossed his lips as an idea formed in his head. He cleared his throat and composed himself before picking the sleeping woman up and exiting the carriage.

He carried her to the front door and rang the bell.

“Here, I believe this belongs to you,” James said, shoving Wendy into her brother John’s arms.

John watched in shock as Captain Hook turned on his heel and disappeared into the carriage, which immediately took off down the street.

He slowly walked back into the house, shutting the door with his foot.

“Mother, I found Wendy!”

End Chapter 2

A/N Chapter three is the one with the murder and sex. I won't be able to post it for a few days, though some reviews might speed up the process.

Also, I'm still in need of a beta!

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