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Hook's Wendy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Peter Pan > AU/AR Views: 4196 -:- 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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All time seemed to slow down as Caitlin’s eyes fell over the scene that flooded the forest before her. Children attacked grown men with all the fierceness of lions and the aid of sharp deadly blades. It was an unbelievable occurrence in itself. Cat turned and saw Smee with several other crew members nearby, they were outnumbered by the boys but holding their ground.

Time seemed to return to normal as she was pulled out of her horrified shock, when she heard James yell her name. Cat turned just in time to see two young boys charge at her brandishing their swords before them preparing to strike. She gasped but raised her own weapon just in time to block their attack. Hearing footsteps behind her, she spun around finding a third behind her. Blocking his attempt as well she turned quickly moving away from the circle that was beginning to form around her before facing her many opponents once more. Caitlin found herself very confused and the children’s appearances where impairing her judgment. She held no desire to harm any of these boys.

James was fighting small battles of his own while trying to keep an eye on Caitlin, not quite understanding why it seemed most of the Lost Boys where more concerned with getting to his wife rather then attacking his crew. There were not many of the boys held themselves in the same high regard that Peter Pan did. There was not one among them who was in any rush to challenge the feared Captain, but their were a few arrogant boys that were older perhaps nearing their teenage years willing to test themselves. Caitlin was doing well enough on her own, blocking each advance before disarming her attackers. However there was no time to rest in between as they came at her one right after another.

There was pure Chaos and it was impossible to keep track of everyone and everything going on around the battle. There was one boy who was making himself a particular annoyance to Hook, and had tried his patients to the last. With one hard strike, the Captain knocked the sword from the boys hand sending it flying through the trees as it landed somewhere in the deep snow. The boy started to go after the weapon but James caught the back of the child’s clothing with his Hook, and threw him with little care into one of the large snow drifts. The boys loud yell was quickly muffled by the white frozen rain that covered the ground.

James turned back to the commotion searching for Caitlin, but to his dismay he found she had moved from the spot she had been defending so well with her skill. It seemed as if she had disappeared completely while he was preoccupied with the boy. “Caitlin!” He called out through the crowd. No answer came and he pushed his way further into the sea of humanity calling out her name again. Finally a loud cry of pain he recognized as Caitlin’s for she was the only woman with in miles. He saw her surrounded by a mass of perhaps five boys, all striking at her mercilessly. He could see blood running down her arm from where she had been hit. A deep cut that blood flowed freely from.

He could see that she had been cornered against a large mass of rocks from which there was no way out and started to push through the maze of Chaos trying to get to her. However the sudden fear that he could not reach her in time crept into his mind. One of the larger boys that was touched by Aurora’s influence had made his way on top of the rock she had been pushed against. With him he carried a large stone as large as a man’s head, and his intent with the object was perfectly clear. Even Hook was in awe of this new found level of madness that possessed the band of renegade children.

“Caitlin! MOVE!! Get out of there!” James shouted as loud as he could. But his voice was lost amidst the noise of steal clashing against steal, and shouting. He would have to find another way of helping her, and reached for the dagger that was carried by one of his crewmembers. The Captain started to take aim, but was knocked several feet back when two dueling opponents smashed into him.

The stone the child carried with him was being raised over his head as he looked down eyeing where he wanted to drop it, not wanting to miss. Hook quickly got to his feet regaining his bearings. Turning back he saw the danger had increased considerably, holding up the dagger he took aim and quickly sent the blade flying through the air. The dagger struck its mark with deadly accuracy coming to rest deep within the chest it had been flung at.

A stunned look over took the boy’s face, and the large stone he carried with him slipped from his grasp rolling off the side of the rock onto the ground, missing everyone. His eyes turned dark and his skin grew pale as his hand slowly reached for the hilt of the dagger, but all control of his body and limbs where lost. His weight shifted, causing his body to fall from it’s perch on the rock behind Caitlin, falling on the ground in the space between the startled woman and the boys who demanded her blood since early morning. The noise of the battle grew into awed silence as all eyes moved to the lifeless body of the fallen child.

The dagger like the merciless fang of death, seem to laugh with the light it’s jewels and metal captured, amused by it’s claiming a child’s breath, and stealing away any chance of innocents that was left in the boys heart. A river of crimson flowed out of the wound staining the pure white snow with the warm blood that was quickly congealing a growing cold as it escaped the body. The lost boys all lowered their weapons slowly approaching their fallen comrade and standing over him in shock and disbelief. His eyes that were still open, had turned gray as if to say the soul that had once dwelled there was gone never to return.

James and the rest of his crew were not effected by the boys death as Caitlin and the band of orphaned lost boys were. This was not the first youth they had done away with and it would most likely not be the last. The sword that Caitlin had used to defend herself slipped from her grasp and fell into the snow at her feet. It was the most horrifying sight her eyes had ever beheld. It was obvious that the battle was at an end, and it was clear who the victors were. Aurora had poked her head out quite some time ago and witnessed it all. She was the only one who had seen that it was the Captain himself who had struck down the boy, as everyone else was to busy defending themselves to have taken notice. Even her jealous and wicked little heart seemed to stop beating as she watched the pure white snow turn red beneath the body.

“Smee, gather the men. We return to the Jolly Rodger.” Hook’s voice rang loud and clear breaking the silence. Still holding his sword at the ready, he walked to Caitlin grasping her arm that had not been wounded pulling her back from the corpse she stood over with little regard or care for her comfort. Pushing her to two of his men who caught her, he gave them a direct order. “Take her back to the Jolly Rodger immediately and do not let her out of your sight for even a moment.” They began to pull her away as they had been instructed and James had one final order that he shouted after them, “AND SEE THE SURGON MENDS HER WOUND!!”

Once Caitlin was a safe distance away that she would not be in danger of another attack, Hook looked at the band of lost boys coldly. “You may tell your foolish leader that this is the price I demand for his invading my ship and stealing from me. The cost of his ‘games’ will double each time he challenges me by taking what is mine.” The boys all looked up at the Captain, whatever spell they had been under was broken and genuine fear and anguish filled their eyes. They simply nodded in acknowledgement and surrender at the Captains message.

Snow began to fall once again, and the chill of the air grew even colder and more fierce. James just smirked looking at the children, “At least the body will keep in the cold snow and ice, it will not begin to rot until the warm weather and your dear precious Peter Pan comes back to Neverland.” Turning he looked at Smee, “Return to the ship immediately, strip them of their weapons, anything they have on their persons and take them to our armory.”

The cold-hearted Captain moved to the dead boys body and pressed his boot against the corpse stomach, mercilessly pulling the dagger from it’s chest causing the lifeless form to jerk in such a way, it turned most of the boys stomachs. James wiped the blood from the blade on its wet clothes before turning and tossing it back to it’s owner who promptly put it away in it’s sheath.

The pirates withdrew leaving the band of lost boys to morn the death of their friend. Each and every man of the crew found themselves thankful they could finally return home to eat and rest in warmth. Caitlin was deathly silent, the image of the boy burned into her mind and she could not forget nor push it aside. James followed as well without a word, without remorse, and without care. He carried with him the feeling triumph with his victory of retrieving what had been stolen from him and the example he’d left to the unruly gang of miscreants.

Hours later back on the Jolly Rodger, Hook entered his cabin rather loud and abruptly by kicking his doors open. Cold from the chill, wet from marching through the snowdrifts on the island, worn from the endless events of the day and annoyed at the entire mixture all together he wished a drink and he would have it immediately. James took out a bottle of rum and poured a large goblet full, downing the entire contents of the glass in one long drink. The first men back on the ship had made sure a fire was built in the Captains stove and fireplace so his cabin was incredibly warm. Hook poured another glass that he began to drain when he heard the door to Caitlin’s smaller room that had been added on opening.

The ships surgeon appeared in her doorway with his kit and turned to close it quietly. James growled slightly to himself, “What the devil is she doing in there?” The surgeon turned towards the Captain looking for an answer to the unexpected question.

“She wanted to be placed in there Capt’n. It was the one she went into when they brought her back to the ship.”

Hook smirked turning back to his drink and finishing the rum he had poured before filling himself yet another glass. “Inform the ships carpenter that I shall have that smaller room removed tomorrow and my cabin opened to its full space once again. There is no longer a need for it.”

“Of course Capt’n.” The surgeon said quietly, in a grave and serious tone as he looked at Hook. James could feel the eyes upon him and shot the man a look, taking another pull from his goblet.

“You look as if she is dying when I know she is not. It was not a fatal wound she received. It would have been much worse had I not spotted the one intending to crush her skull with that massive stone he managed to tote to the top of that rock.”

The surgeon took a bold breath knowing he was intending to speak out of place, “She lost quite a bit of blood Capt’n. It was a long way back to the ship from the island and it was deep enough she took some stitches.”

James finished off this glass as well before filling it again. He was drinking quickly and losing count of just how many he had already had. Hook’s eyes shifted to the surgeon again. “How is she.” He asked, finally showing a small amount of concern for her well-being.

“I had to sedate ‘er Capt’n. I gave ‘er something that put ‘er to sleep. She was exhausted before we found ‘er, but she was not goin to rest any time soon.” Hook gave a loud sigh of annoyance at this, picking up his glass leaning back in his chair waiting for him to explain exactly what the problem was that he felt she needed to be drugged. “She was in shock Capt’n, maybe it was from the cold, maybe it was from the loss of blood and her havin gone so long with out proper food or sleep . . . but it might also be the fact she’s never seen a boy killed before.” Hook’s eyes turned on the surgeon and grew dark showing his disapproval at the remark made. The surgeon quickly raised his hand to let him know he meant no disrespect nor was he accusing the Capt’n of anything, “I know what the lost boys are and our situation, its what she saw Capt’n. We’ve all seen it before but she hasn’t.” He sighed putting his hand down, “We won’t really know until she’s had time to rest and get her strength back.”

James poured more spirits into his goblet having almost gone through the entire bottle in just a matter of minutes. “That will be all, thank you.” He snapped dismissing his surgeon letting him know he was no longer needed. The man turned quickly not liking the way the Captain was heading. As it seemed his drinking was speeding up, and not slowing down any time soon. James leaned back in his chair sipping at his goblet, feeling the warmth of the alcohol filling his veins. The flames of the fire were eating away the cold that chilled his bones as the moments passed. He gave another sigh taking a huge swallow from his glass, closing his eyes leaning his head back against his chair.

The world must have filled with careless and ill-attending mothers, for the Lost Boys ranks where replenished on a regular basis with new faces. It was always a shock to the new comers when they saw one of their own fall Victum to games the children themselves deem to play. It never seemed to stop them cold when they were successful in striking down one of his crew members, they cheered and roared and congratulated one another as if a full grown man was no more sport to them then a rabbit. But don’t be fooled, Hook placed an even smaller value on human life then the orphans of Neverland did. The care and concern he extended to Caitlin was not and would never be afforded to any other person or creature in existence, in the real world or in Neverland.

All of his possessions were precious to him, and although he cared for and went as far as to love Caitlin, she was considered a possession to him as well. The one he prized more then any other, and this day made it absolutely clear to all of Neverland that no one else was to touch her. She was meant for him and him alone, and any who so much as dare look at her with malice would suffer the notorious Captain’s uncontrolled rage and deadly wrath.

He stood moving to the fireplace, reaching into the fire with his hook moving the logs about before throwing another into the flames. The mass amount of rum he had consumed without food was starting to take effect. Standing, he moved to his own wardrobe removing the articles of cold wet clothing as he walked. He paused a moment before jerking the cord that held the little creature in his pocket. Aurora flew out looking up at him curiously wondering what he desired from her. “I see no reason for you to accompany me while I change.” Moving to his desk, he fastened her leash to one of the large silver paper weighs making sure she couldn’t escape.

Without another word he disappeared into his wardrobe closing the door behind. The Captain was slightly irritated he didn’t feel entirely confident changing out in the open of his own blasted Cabin with the new addition to the crew. She would have to be given a place to stay elsewhere on the ship, the small pixie could not be allowed to stay here. How was one to woo and win his wife in their bed with a third pair of eyes peering at them through the darkness? What’s more, he wasn’t completely sure Caitlin was ready to be introduced to the small creatures that Neverland was over run with.

Aurora sat quietly on Hook’s desk looking about curiously; quite happy with her surroundings even though she was still being treated like an animal with the collar and leash he had fastened to her neck. At least she was in his sight and he knew she existed. She closed her eyes and smiled wrapping her arms about herself, and her wings flitted with joy at these thoughts. With the way he had treated her through out the day, it felt as if he wanted to keep her close where he could see her at all times. This didn’t bother Aurora one bit, in fact it was much more then she had hoped for.

James emerged from his wardrobe sometime later and headed for his desk, picking up the glass he had been working on before, draining it dry of its contents. Tossing it aside, he turned walking back to his empty bed giving a sigh of frustration that once again it was an unoccupied bed. There was nothing that could be done about it now, and he shook his head retiring for the remainder of the night.

The entire crew woke up late the next day, not a soul aboard the ship moved before noon. Since nearly all of the men were guilty of the same indiscretion, there was not a man among them who intended to relay a report of it to the Captain. For if one were to be punished then all where.

Captain James Hook was the first one in his Cabin to stir. Aurora lay stretched out on one of the writing quills that lay on his desk, snoring in a deep and blissful slumber. The Captain made his way to Caitlin’s smaller room and opened the door slowly. He could see her lying in bed, her skin was pale no doubt from the loss of blood that the surgeon had mentioned, and she was still sleeping as soundly as could be. Pushing the door open a bit more so he could enter, James noticed there was a chill in the room. Of course there was, there was no way for the heat from the rest of the cabin to get into this secluded hideaway that had been built in for her.

Quietly he walked to her beside and sat next to her touching her face. Her skin was cold even though several blankets had been piled up on top of her body in an attempt to keep her warm. Hook gave a loud sigh cursing himself for not looking in on her last night before allowing himself to retire. He stood pulling her blankets back finding that the wet and torn clothes and undergarments that he had last seen her in on the island had been removed. Most likely so that the surgeon could easily do his work and so she wouldn’t acquire a fever from being left in the layers of snow soaked skirts she had roamed through Neverland in.

He scooped her up into his arms carrying her from the smaller room into his own, placing her in his exceedingly large bed pulling the blankets up over her body. He couldn’t allow her to sleep the entire day away, but he would let her rest a bit longer. They had much to discuss. There was a great deal of questions he wanted her to answer, and she no doubt had a wealth of questions she would want to ask him. She stirred slightly, still under the influence of whatever medication the surgeon had given her to help her sleep the day before. She moan in such a way that James recognized as discomfort. Placing his hand on her face and then her neck and shoulder, her skin was still icy to the touch.

Shaking his head he stood from his bed walking over building the fire up once again. Going to the table he picked up a decanter and filled a crystal glass with it’s contents. He carried it back with him to the bed, setting it down on the side table a moment, while he pulled her forward and placed several pillows behind her back propping her up long enough to get some of the crimson colored fluid into her.

He held the crystal glass to her lips and whispered to her gently, “Drink Caitlin, it will make you feel better and sleep more at ease.” The soft tones of his voice filled her mind and she cooperated with him drinking all that he gave her. Hook watched her, “Good, good girl.” Once it was drained dry he put it aside and moved to lay beside her pulling her body against his in his strong arms, intending to warm her with his own heat. Always mindful of where his hook was after the previous incident that occurred in the heat of passion.

Using his good hand to move her head to rest against his chest, he closed his eyes just feeling each deep breath she took in and slowly let out. He ran his fingers through her hair several times, before he began to speak aloud the thoughts that were moving through his mind. “There are times, I wonder, if my decision to spirit you away to this place was a wise choice.” His eyes moved down to her shoulder where a bandage had been tied around the stitched wound she’d received the day before. James fingertips slowly traveled down her cheek, to her throat before tracing over the white cloth. “But how could I have left you behind when I spent several lifetimes searching for someone with your grace and beauty.”

He sighed closing his eyes and moving his arms to wrap back around her body holding her tightly once more. “We shall find a way to overcome all of these obstacles for I could never bare to lose my sweet angel of mercy, the only comfort I have found in this festering circle of hell we have all been condemned to.” With that he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead holding her close, content to just lay by her side watching her rest for now.

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