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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The characters created by J. M. Barrie are not mine; I don’t own them and I’m not making any money off of them. The characters that were not created by J. M. Barrie in this fic *are* mine, and I do own them—but I’m still not making any money off of them. Figures.

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Once More Into the Brink

It was early evening and we were lying in bed after making love. Jason faced me, his strong hands tracing the lines of my tattoos; my hands cupped his chin, my thumbs rubbing against his lips slowly. His hands moved up to my face where he traced my scars. It had been six months since our wedding, and more than a year before that since I’d been tortured and beaten by Captain Hook, but the scars I bore on my face and body still felt fresh to me. I flinched a bit as he stroked my scarred flesh, but he hushed me gently.
“They’re a part of you and I find them beautiful, just like I find you beautiful,” he murmured. “They’re your battle scars.”
“Battle scars… hmph,” I murmured back. “They make me ugly.”
“You’re beautiful, Cassie,” he stated, drawing back from me to look me in the eyes. His bright blue eyes were penetrating but I held his gaze. “You’ll always be beautiful to me.”
“Thank you, Jason,” I said. I could feel the tears welling up and I closed my eyes.
“You got these scars when you were held by that… that maniac,” he said. I knew it was really a question, even though he didn’t phrase it like that.
“Yes,” I agreed, pulling away from him. He gently turned me around so he could spoon himself against me. I loved the heat of his body, drew comfort from his embrace. I didn’t really want to talk about my time in Neverland but I’d known that at some point Jason would press me for more details than I’d given him.
“You haven’t really told me what happened.”
“I know, I know. But…”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Cassie, but it’s been almost two years since you escaped him. And you won’t go see a therapist…”
“I did see a therapist. I went for about three months after I… came back home. But it didn’t work out.”
“You’ve got to talk to someone about it. If you can’t talk to me about it, who can you talk to?”
“Why do we have to talk about this at all?”
“I’m worried about you, Cass. You’ve lost three years of your life, you were declared dead by your mother, you had to completely rebuild your life… but you act as if it wasn’t anything. As if this kind of thing happens all the time.” He rested his chin on the top of my head, his strong arms enveloping me. “But it doesn’t happen all the time, and I’m worried you’re going to crack or something.”
“What do you want to know?” I sighed.
“Well… how did you get the scar on your face?”
“He wanted to know something. I refused to tell him. He tortured me.”
“Obviously this isn’t going to work,” Jason sighed, pulling away from me and sitting on the edge of the bed. The light from the setting sun slid between the slats of the blinds and painted his naked body in shades of red and purple. I sat up in bed, hugging my knees to my chest. “I guess you can’t trust me after all.”
“I trust you! I do! It’s just… what happened to me sounds completely insane and I’m not. And I know if I tell you, you’ll think I’m nuts.”
“I won’t! Why won’t you believe me?” he pleaded. He sighed and rubbed at his face with one hand. “This isn’t getting us anywhere.”
“We need to get going anyway if we’re going to make our dinner reservations at Le Paradis tonight,” I said, sliding of the bed and heading to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it. Then I sat down on the toilet and started to cry.
“Cassie? Cassie, come on. Open the door. Cassie, don’t cry, please,” Jason said. He knocked on the door, rattling the doorknob and then I could hear him slide down the door on the other side.

And there we sat—me on the toilet, sobbing for what I had lost and could never regain, and he on the floor of our bedroom, completely unable to help me.

An hour later, we were out the door of our townhouse and driving across town to dinner. It had been a year since we’d met, and six months since our marriage, so we were celebrating a “double anniversary” at our favourite French bistro. Celebrating. Ha. The mood in the car was anything but celebratory; Jason was brooding, although it seemed like pouting to me, and I was completely overwhelmed. I wanted to talk to him about what had happened, but I just couldn’t seem to get it out of my mouth. How could I tell my new husband, my lover, that Captain James Hook from Peter Pan had kidnapped me and tortured and raped me? That Hook had fallen in love with me but that I’d escaped Neverland by using a secret door and fairy dust? Ridiculous. The more I thought about it, it seemed completely ridiculous. We drove through the snow-covered streets in silence, the radio filling in the space between us, until we reached the restaurant. Jason pulled over to the side of the road in front of the restaurant, his jaw line tight with repressed anger.
“Look…” he started, just as I said, “Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
“It’s not for me, Cassie, it’s for you. For your mental health.”
“It’s not for me, Jason. You want to know what happened during those three years, and I don’t blame you. But you’ve got to understand that it’s really, really hard for me to talk about it. I mean, I’ve written about it in my journals, but I just can’t seem to talk about it. Please understand.”
“I do,” he said, his gloved hand on my thigh. He kissed me softly. “But I’m here for you.”
“Okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I was on a cruise ship over the holiday break. We were out in the open ocean, when the ship was sunk by pirates.”
“Pirates? I didn’t think they attacked cruise ships.”
“Not the Somalian pirates everyone’s talking about these days. Pirates. Like… Peter Pan pirates.”
“They don’t exist any more, Cassie.”
“I know. Look, I told you this was going to sound insane.” I sighed, and undid my seatbelt.
“Okay, fine. You told me before your ship went down in the ocean and you were found by this man who took you to his island and held you captive in a cave. Now you’re telling me pirates attacked you… I’m trying here, Cassie. So, go on.”
“Uh, well… When I say it was like Peter Pan pirates, it really was. It was… uh… Captain Hook and the Jolly Roger.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No…” I looked out the window, up the street towards the restaurant. We were just outside of the valet parking area, so the valets hadn’t bothered with us yet. But as I watched, something was happening in front of the restaurant. It was… It was… “Oh my God! It’s Hook!” I scrabbled with my door handle, but it was locked. “Get me out of here! Oh my God! Oh my God!”
“Cassandra! Calm down! There’s no such thing as Captain Hook!” Jason grabbed for my hands but I lashed out at him, pushing him away and fumbling with the door lock. I tumbled out of the car and stared, terrified, down the sidewalk.

There, in front of the restaurant, wearing his red frock coat, his hair blowing in the frigid wind, and his sword drawn in his one good hand, stood Captain James Hook.
“Cassandra!” he roared down the street as he spotted me. I turned to run, my terror driving me to flight. My boots failed beneath me on the slippery sidewalk and I went down on my knees. Jason was at my side in an instant and then Hook was upon us.
“Cassie!” Jason shouted. He gripped my arms tightly, his body hovering over mine protectively. “Are you all right?”
“Cassandra! I said I would follow you to the ends of the earth if necessary and here I am. You thought you could escape me, but you cannot escape Captain James Hook!” Hook stood over the two of us, triumphant, until the sight of Jason holding me sunk in. “Unhand that whore, Sir!”
“Whore? Don’t you talk about my wife like that! Who the fuck are you, anyway?” Jason snapped, trying to help me to my feet. I looked from my husband to my fictional captor and suddenly realized that they were identical twins. Take away the pirate drag and the facial hair, and Jason and Hook had the same face. I could feel the world closing in on me, the darkness encroaching as I slid towards unconsciousness, but Jason held me to him. “Stay with me Cassie. Come on! I can’t do this alone.”
“Your wife? I think not,” Hook said. “This whore belongs to me and I’ve finally found a way to come and claim her.”
“You can’t have her,” Jason said, his face grim.
“And who, might I ask, is going to stop me?” Hook grinned, his curly hair whipping around his face in the dark, snowy night. “You? The men of this world are so soft. You don’t even have a weapon.”
“I have this,” Jason said, his cell phone in his hand. He pressed the speed dial for 911.
“And what will that do? Call your constabulary? Go ahead. By the time they’ve arrived, your ‘wife’ and I will be gone, back to Neverland where I can keep her safe. Where she’ll be mine again.” Hook’s eyes slid down my body lasciviously. “Now, my dear, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Did you want to keep your new husband intact? Or shall we see what my hook in his guts will do to that pretty coat? I’m sure a little blood will liven up those nice leather shoes.”
“No! No… Don’t hurt him,” I said.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that. Did you say hurt him?”
“No!” I sobbed. Jason swore.
“Cassandra! Don’t give up! The cops will be here soon! Get the fuck away from us, you madman!” he spat, and Hook’s grin widened.
“The hard way it is, then,” he said, and with one quick thrust of his sword, he killed my new husband.
“Jason!” I screamed, holding him as he fell.
“Cassie…” he gasped, his hand holding his gut as he sank slowly to the snowy ground. “Cassie, stay with me…”
“Jason!” I started to sob wildly but Hook just grabbed my upper arm and dragged me away from my husband.
“Come, my dear. There’s nothing you can do for him now, and we’ve got an appointment to keep. The door to Neverland won’t stay open much longer,” Hook said, dragging me down the street. My legs wouldn’t support me; I slid along the sidewalk, my free hand grabbing at him, trying desperately to free myself. Everyone who might have helped me stepped aside or ran from the sight of Hook, dressed like an old-fashioned pirate, his sword at his side and his hook held in front of him menacingly. In front of us, at the end of the road, was a brightly shining doorway—the doorway to Neveland.
“Let me go! Let me go!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, but he just laughed.
“Never. I will never let you go again,” he said. And with that final statement, he threw me as hard as he could towards the door and I was back once again in Neverland.
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