Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

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.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Although time was never a factor in Neverland, since ageing was never a factor nor was the change of things to show the bitterness and ravages of time gone past. It was everything in the real world. It had been sometime since Peter had gone to return Wendy to her home. Even longer since Hook had left. Many years had gone by and the world was a very different place. With his curse the same as Peters, as long as Pan was alive, Hook did not age, nor was he free. He could feel the pulling on his person to return to Neverland even stronger with each passing day. But he was determined to find what he had come for, and take her back with him before he would even dream of going back.

He’d searched for quite sometime, but finally his eye had fallen on one girl in particular. Something about her looks interested him greatly, but there was something more. Something he could not explain. He watched her and followed her to see how she handled certain situations. One quality he found very intriguing was that she seemed to be a very fast student. It didn’t take her very long to pick up on something and put her wits to their god given use.

She was a college student at Oxford university, her height seemed perfect to him as she was only a few inches shorter then himself, but still managed to be taller then most girls. One of the first things he noticed about her when she’d caught his eye on the streets of London, and he was able to get close enough to her to here the sound of her voice, her accent was strange. Similar to Pan’s voice it seemed.

There was no wonder to it, she was an exchange student from the states of America. Perhaps it was part of the reason she stood out from the others, and caught his eye so easily. Her hair was a light color, strawberry-blonde that hung about her shoulders in soft natural curls. Her skin was a pale almost white in color, but she also carried a slight tinge of crimson in her cheeks and lips. She was breath taking in nearly everyway, and her eyes, where as blue and crystal clear as his own. They seemed to shine in any kind of light, but looked even more beautiful at night, when the moon lit up the countryside.

Most times, she would sit by herself in between classes on campus and write constantly in a book that she carried with her. It didn’t take very long for the book to spark the Captains curiosity. He wanted to know what she wrote about all day. Why she seemed to rather want to write then to hangout with friends or travel. From what he could tell from following and watching her so closely was she did not seem to belong to anyone, nor was she interested in becoming that way. It was a problem he wasn’t sure how to handle, wooing her in anyway would only drive her further from him. He’d watched her more then once, be kind to a boy that asked her to a date or a dance, but made it painfully clear that she was not interested.

It was satisfying to see her answer was no each time it happened, he couldn’t help but feel extremely jealous and vengeful at each boy that dare approach her and ask for her hand. The triumphant feeling in his chest only lasted for a little while as the rejected suitor walked away, when he realized that if he approached her he could very well get the same answer she’d given all the others. There was another thought that also crept into his mind, all those suitors that sought after her where whole. They had both hands, and from what he could see, no imperfections at all.

“Curse that boy.” He muttered under his breath, looking towards the hook that adorned his arm now replacing his stolen hand. Day after day his mind played over different sanario’s of how he could approach her. However his time was growing short and it wouldn’t be long before the call of Neverland put more pressure on him then he could stand.

He sat at the desk of the quarters near the college he’d rented with a few pieces of gold, looking out the window at the stars. His cold gaze fixed solely on the second star to the right. Little sounds against glass came from the desk drawer, as he reached down pulling it open setting the jar on his desk. A small glowing fairy held within, looked up at him beating her fists against the glass. The look on her face, that of pain and pleading. He smirked coldly before looking back up to the star, “You can feel it too can’t you. You want to go back with the pull so strong on both of our bodies. It beckons slowly at first, now it screams for our return.” The smirk on his face melted as he could feel the strength of it grow even more as he spoke.

“Perhaps it’s to much for you, but I can hold out a little longer.” His eyes narrowed as his thoughts were growing colder and colder. His gentleness and quandary about how to approach the lovely girl he’d come across had melted away. Now he’d have to forgo the formalities. He had no time to court her as was first intended once he found a way to approach her. She would go back with him now, no matter what. Her chance for a choice was revoked due to Neverland’s will and the curse that bound him there. His eyes shifted back to the glass, “I don’t honestly have to worry about you leaving, considering you are to small to make it back on your own and need someone much bigger to get you home. Just as I need your fairy dust to fly and carry all three of us back.” The fairy’s wings stopped fluttering as her eyes closed and her head dropped knowing what he said was true.

She sat down and rested her elbows on her knees, dropping her head as she looked up towards the star, hooks eyes returning to the sight as well. “Tomorrow night, and we shall return home. With my bride to be.” His voice was so cold that a frost covered the window, crystals appearing and freezing the window. The course of his plans having changed drastically, from courting, to kidnapping.

Caitlin Wendy Amore. It was a strange name she was given to be sure, but it was her own. Named for her grandmothers and her father’s name following the first two. Most of her classmates and family had shortened it considerably to Cat. Caitlin fought it hard for as long as she could, wanting to be called by her given name rather then the feline nickname, but in the end she just gave up and answered to it. She was never very social, even back home. Caitlin was always far to busy with her studies. But they weren’t always academic. Her passion was not only history, but the myths and legions that surrounded it. She loved stories of adventure, romance, courage and loyalty. She’d become very enamored with pirates at a very young age. When she was only a child she would tie a bandana around her hair and made a patch she wore over one eye to celebrate All Hollow’s eve.

Her parents had come to blame the way her heart seemed to lean with sympathy towards the villains, and their failure in all of their plans. Often she would imagine that a villain was never really gone, even when defeated and left in death. She always imagined that they would return to reek havoc another day. It was a strange notion that she carried, and her parents and everyone around her stared at her oddly with her flights of fancy. As everyone knows, the good-hearted hero’s where always to triumph over evil. Somewhere deep inside, Caitlin couldn’t help feel that there were reasons for the bad villains wickedness. To wish for there demise was simply barbaric in every way possible. Everyone else in the stories would always get redemption or a second chance, a luxury that was never afforded to the “villain.”

The next night, Caitlin was on her way home to the dormitories, carrying her books in one arm, with her back slung over the other. She was very tired. With finals going on the entire last week, she’d been staying up late at night studying. Reaching up she rubbed her eyes a bit as her feet shuffled towards the buildings. It was quiet, and the sun had gone down. Her steps slowed a moment as she thought she heard footsteps behind her. Caitlin stopped suddenly and turned on her heel searching the darkness and shadows for another student. She didn’t like that feeling, of someone watching her that her searching eyes could not seek out. It had been a feeling she’d experienced a lot more lately. She waited a few moments until she was satisfied there was no one there but herself. Turning quickly she continued on her way making her steps that much faster.

Clouds drifted over the moon concealing it’s light and making the campus even darker then before. Since her eyes were blue her day vision was always at a loss, but her night vision, like most people with blue eyes, was much better. She could feel her heart freeze in her chest hearing footsteps behind her again, only closer this time. Looking back again but not stopping this time, her step turned into a full lope and then a run wanting to get home where there was a light and lock on the door. The footsteps she could hear quicken with her, and all at once she felt herself knocked off the path as she was tackled to the ground. She started to scream but a hand was cupped tightly over her mouth. Struggling with her eyes closed tight, she tried to hit her attacker but her arms were pinned beside her as she heard laughter. Her eyes opened recognizing the sound, as the fear melted away and anger replaced it.

The face smiled down at her, “Why Cat, I do believe you were scared.” He said taking his hand off her mouth releasing her wrists. She frowned gritting her teeth hitting him hard with all her strength, he winced still smiling before she knocked him off of her. She crawled over her temper flared as she started picking up her scattered books and papers. He crawled up beside her, “Aw Cat, don’t be angry. The look on your face was priceless.” He joked, helping her pick up her things.
She turned seeing him holding one of her books as she quickly snatched it away from him. “What is the MATTER with you William? Stalking me in the middle of the night when you know I haven’t had much sleep. Your as mean and cruel at night as you are in the daytime with your pranks.” He chuckled a little bit as he reached over helping her stand up, handing her the bag she was carrying as well.

“Well that’s what you get, you’ve turned me down for the past three dances the school has held. Now if you’d accepted at least one of my invitations, I wouldn’t have to torture you to get your attention.” He pulled her close suddenly wrapping his arms around her waist and locking his hands behind her so she couldn’t get away. “Now come on, give me a kiss and I’ll let you go.” Her eyes narrowed at his as she struggled harder and he started to push his face closer to hers to steal that she refused to give that, “Just one little friendly kiss?”

She stopped struggling for a moment, smacking him hard with her free hand, then she stomped on his toes with the heel of her shoes so hard it was a cinch that at least his big toe would be black and blue by morning if not sooner. He grabbed his foot hopping up and down on his other leg as he looked up at her in pure shock. “You listen to me right now William, and listen good. I am not here to date, I am not here to flirt, I am here to study. If you try that again you’ll get a knee instead of a heel and a hand!!!” She shouted turning and walking quickly towards her dorms.

His eyes were wide completely caught off guard as he let his foot go watching her as she rushed off, “I was only!!!. . . . . .” He started to call after her, but he knew she couldn’t here him at the distance she’d gained already “. . . . messing around.”

Caitlin sighed as she got back to the building and went up to her room. She unlocked her door walking inside and throwing her books and bag down on her dresser, then went back closing the door and locking it back up for the night. Her thoughts where so jumbled, and her nerves were shot from weeks of more studying and hardly any sleeping. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have liked to kiss William; he was a very handsome and incredibly sweet boy. But that was just the problem: he was a boy. What she wanted was a man, and she discovered it was very hard to find them. She thought it much better just not to get involved with anyone and get stuck inside a situation she’d rather not be in, and ending up having to settle for that. No, if she had to she’d remain single for the rest of her life and put her hopes, dreams and efforts solely into her career.

She’d been alone for sometime, her parents having died when she was no more then 12. A trust had been left to pay for her education and help her survive and be cared for while she was growing up until she found her own way. An accident had claimed both parents lives leaving her alone. She was independent to begin with, but when she found herself on her own, she’d learned how to survive and make decisions at a young age that were normally left to an adult. However bold she might have seemed, she was still very much a child.

She got cleaned up and changed for bed, slipping eagerly between her covers which seemed so inviting and comforting. Today was the end of the testing and tomorrow was Saturday. She could sleep in as much as she wanted, and had every intention of doing so. Caitlin gave one good yawn, and reached up turning out her lap. Within moments she was fast asleep and not a hurricane or a stampede of horses through the dorm could wake her.

Not long after there was a rattle at her window, a small piece of wire slid between the window pane and the windowsill, moving the first latch at the bottom of the window, then moving up do the same to the second. The window was easily opened after that as the dark stranger moved inside, walking over towards Caitlin’s sleeping form, a shadow cast over her bed.

Hook took the jar from it’s place in his bag, untwisting the top and letting the little fairy out, as she flew up before Hooks eyes. “Shed your fairy dust, and we’ll all be home by morning.” He whispered to her. She nodded and began to fly over both hook and Caitlin leaving no part of them un covered. Moving to fly back into the jar that had been her home since they left, hook screwed the lid back on putting her away.

Moving over the bed he looked down at Caitlin. “Shall we go home now my dear.” He whispered into the darkness, a smile coming to his face as he reached up with his hook pulling the blankets and sheets off of her form. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Caitlin completely unawares, never stirred or batted an eyelid. Nor did she feel or hear when they left the dorms, nor when they flew into the night sky. When she awoke, it would still be to her like she was in a dream, never being certain if she was still awake or asleep.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Hook's Wendy