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Hook's Wendy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Peter Pan > AU/AR Views: 4195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Late in the day, Hook left his quarters leaving Caitlin to rest until the affects of the drugs she had been given wore off and allowed her to wake. Taking his spyglass with him he surveyed the horizon, as they seemed to be in between storms for the moment. Some of the crewmen where on deck chipping and scraping the ice off the wooden floor and railings, doing their absolute best to stay out of the Captain’s way and not call attention to themselves.

James had a wealth of things he was mulling over, as he moved from one side of the ship to the other. There was something strange about the way the Lost Boys had acted. He couldn’t honestly remember there ever being a time when they were just out for blood. There was always some purpose, some game they were playing at. This time it just seemed as if they wanted to see what a dead woman would look like in whatever gruesome manner they chose to steal her life way. What made Caitlin different from Wendy in their eyes? Not only was she a female but she was a woman as well. If in fact they wanted a mother to look after them, would Caitlin not be even more of a prospect to them then Wendy was?

No, he didn’t suppose she would be. Peter Pan had brought his Wendy back spastically for the purpose of being their mother of telling them stories and watching over them being certain they took there medications and whatnot. Wendy was more willing to play the game and her mind was still that of a child, willing to accept things that could not be real except in ones imagination. Caitlin was a much older and completely different story. Nearly 10 years older then Wendy had been she was also well educated, and her childhood was cut short with the death of her parents.

Another thought that haunted him was the boy that had been reported to be in the cave with her. Hook had every intention of inquiring about him from Cat once she was awake. If he was part of the Lost Boys ranks, even a new addition, then why on earth wasn’t he howling for her death as loudly and as anxiously as the others? He’d never known of them to be divided, even the number of times he attempted to divide the group against itself they always seemed to stay together and look to Peter Pan for leadership.

He closed his spyglass and leaned against the railing narrowing his eyes as he looked towards the island. It did not seem a very wise maneuver for Pan to kidnap a game piece from the other sides ranks, and then disappear before the game even had a chance to begin. His leaving Neverland so abruptly, certainly left an unwise window of opportunity open for Caitlin to be retrieved. What was even more out of character was the Lost Boys acting on their own orders rather then their leaders. “What strange wind of insanity has cast itself over this enchanted place.” He said out loud to himself.

His mind wondered back to the small fairy he had left attached to his desk in his Cabin, not willing to trust her enough to let her roam free aboard his ship just yet. Never in all of his years had he seen a fairy that had gone so horribly dark. Her very appearance had changed drastically. Her skin was pale as a bloodless corpse, her hair had turned as black as a raven’s wing, and even her eye color had changed. He remembered them being a sort of hazel color at first, but now they were a deep purple. James had suffered many changes as well whilst they stayed away in the real world for so long, and they surfaced from time to time since they had returned. Aurora was not human, and the marks she wore that told of her journey were visible in her appearance and at times in her Nature. Hook’s marks were not as visible, and were held on the inside. The damage that was done was perhaps even more extensive then what the small fairy had suffered, and more dangerous as well but there was no way to see it except for when it came out in a beast like force that destroyed everything in it’s path.

Although he cared nothing for the small creature that had become so incredibly besotted with him, they were connected through the trauma they had shared together in the time they were away from home and the price they both were condemned to pay for the venture. He stood on deck for hours on end trying to make sense of all the broken mismatched pieces.

That night, he returned to his cabin. He paused at the door a little surprised at what he saw. Caitlin was up, clean, dressed and looking absolutely stunning for someone who had suffered the trauma she just had. There were still dark circles around her eyes however, indicating the blood she had lost from the wound she had sustained the day before. Her skin was pale from it as well, but her eyes brought attention to it more then the other. Hook closed the doors closing them to keep the cold out before turning and gazing at his mysterious bride again.

She sat at his desk, quill in hand, filling page after page of parchment with her thoughts. Her hair was done differently then he had ever seen it before, it was swept up into a decorated net made of woven gold. It was as if her golden curls had been locked up, imprisoned from their normal freedom about her shoulders. It made her look much older then she actually was, even though it showed the long beautiful lines of her face and neck letting her natural beauty show rather then it stay hidden behind the veil of spun strawberry gold hair she possessed.

He walked over to his desk as casually as he could, sweeping the quill and the small fairy that slept upon it into his hand holding them behind his back. It was obvious that Caitlin had not seen the small one sleeping there, otherwise he was sure he would have heard about it. Aurora awoke suddenly looking around not sure what had just happened. He walked into the next section of the cabin quickly locking her up in the empty glass lantern locking her up tight. Aurora stood up moving to the glass door looking up at him wide eyed, not sure why she was being locked up like this again. Hook reached for a cloth and threw it over the lantern to keep it hidden so Caitlin would not stumble across it before returning to his office.

Caitlin seemed extremely calm, and not at all distraught as they suspected she would be. “You . . .are looking well this evening Caitlin.” Hook said waiting to see what sort of reaction she would give to his compliment. She looked up from her parchment to him for a moment, then gave him a kind smile and continued on in her writing. As silent as the grave but still kept her kind-hearted nature intact. James thought it strange, but she seemed to be doing quite all right and not at all upset. He walked across the cabin pouring himself a drink before turning back gazing at her once more.

He had expected for her to be overflowing with questions, concerns, and just ramblings that could hardly be made any sense of. Yet here she was, quietly writing in her journal with a pleasant and peaceful look gracing her face. Suddenly watching her write, sparked the memory of a gift he had intended to give her on their return to the ship a few days ago. It had been forgotten in all the chaos and confusion, even though Smee had picked it up and placed it in the Captain’s cabin. His eyes shifted seeing it set on the bedside table still wrapped in the cloth he’d ordered it to be concealed in. He would give it to her after supper, perhaps if her mind was troubled at all about the events that had taken place it would give her some comfort.

Taking a drink of his wine he found his curiosity was growing while watching her write in her familiar script. He knew it had been wrong of him to invade her privacy on the other occasions he had done so, but it was a sin that was quite addicting in his struggle to understand what went through this woman’s mind and heart. The words she would not speak allowed to anyone were poured out in ink onto page after page, entreating the Captain with the temptation of it’s enclosed information. Hook shook his head and cast his eyes away from her, cursing himself for desiring to invade her privacy in such a way. He turned taking his drink with him to another part of the cabin, leaving her to her private thoughts.

They sat in silence all the way through supper. Caitlin seemed perfectly normal in everyway except for the complete lack of any sort of verbal communication. It was a strange manner she had gained in just a short amount of time. James studied her for a while before concluding that she was still weary and weak from her ordeal, perhaps in no sort of a mood to talk for now. However she seemed quite calm and content. He knew how strong willed she was, and that trait in itself he thought would probley not allow much time lounging about in bed. Hook wasn’t concerned to much, as Caitlin had been very good about telling him when something was amiss.

Since there had been no conversation since the time he entered the Cabin, the Captain had started to indulge in spirits quite extensively to fill the silence. Even before they had sat down to dinner together he had already lost track of how many glasses he consumed, and opened another bottle through the course of their meal. Which he had finished by the time the table began to be cleared. James stood walking to his office around the corner from the dining part of the cabin leaving Caitlin to finish her desert. He gave a sigh, not completely surprised to find she had put away her papers she had written out this time, but was somewhat disappointed. Moving to his chair he sat down, using his hook to reach up and straiten his mustache feeling the effects of the liquor he’d consumed.

Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, before letting it out. There were a great many things about being the Captain of a pirate ship that could be considered blessings and others dreadful curses. Becoming intoxicated was never quite the intelligent course of action to take when one was in charge of such an un-rulely band of misfits, drunks, thieves, murders, and scallywags who would happily kill their weight of men for a bag of genies or a piece of eight. Marriage had turned out to be the same sort of double-edged sword. Blessings and curses tied together in one big whole. Something about being married to a woman, this woman in particular left him in such a condition more then once. It didn’t seem very important to be sober now considering Pan was away from Neverland prancing about freely in the mortal world.

There was a time he could remember, before they were condemned to be stuck in Neverland until the boy could be deprived of his life, when wenching was a sport in which he held a champions glory. He was considered a heartless monster when it came to men, for he held absolutely no value on life. However there were many a wench that could testify to his being an insatiable beast behind the closed bedchamber door. Since his incarceration of this inescapable nightmare it had been suppressed and nearly forgotten with the extreme lack of womanly presence.

Hook opened his eyes hearing the light sound of Caitlin’s footfall across the timber cabin floor. She approached quietly from the small dining area of the cabin. Something about this quiet innocent shroud that hung about her was extremely arousing. It seemed to awake the predator instinct of a lust hungry soul, seeing prey so close and accessible to him. The Captain leaned back in his chair watching her as she seemed to glide across the floor with her graceful movements. The dress she wore was extremely complimentary to her shapely womanly figure. The hair style she had chosen to wear gave her a look of a simple peasant girl, and made her natural beauty shine bright as the sun, as he could feel a warmth filling his entire body.

Caitlin was completely unaware of the situation she had entered into. She moved straitening things about the cabin putting things in their proper places. Noticing some papers had fallen from the desk perhaps earlier in the day, she stooped down and gathered them up putting them in some sort of order before walking to the Captain’s desk. Opening one of the top drawers she put the papers with the other blank parchment stacking them neatly. Standing so close to him James leaned towards her a bit closing his eyes taking in her scent. The light fragrance she wore was absolutely captivating, and mixed with the clean smell of her skin being freshly bathed from when she awoke before he came in.

Caitlin noticed this, seeming perhaps it was the first time she noticed anything at all since the crew had retrieved her after the battle that had taken place. Her hands paused, suddenly feeling very uneasy. Taking a breath, she quickly pushed the drawer closed and stood starting to move away. However, James without opening his eyes for a second caught her wrist with his good hand and jerked her back causing her to fall into his lap. He quickly moved to wrap his arms about her waist pulling her body back against him holding her against him. Caitlin shivered slightly but stayed quiet and still. He leaned back in his chair taking her with him, reaching up with his good hand he cupped her jaw laying her head back against his shoulder. Hook rested his face against hers breathing deeply, slowly moving his fingertips down her jaw to the warm velvet line of her throat. The feel of her soft flesh only inflamed his desires more, as he took another deep breath letting her scent fill his every sense.

James kissed the back of her neck, before tasting the soft flesh where her neck met her warm shoulder. Slowly he moved the Iron Hook up her abdomen to her chest, slipping it between her tight bodice and her warm breast. Caitlin closed her eyes still holding perfectly stationary, she was not well and it was evident. Perhaps had he not had so much to drink and kept track of the alcohol he’d been consuming, he would have noticed this. Normally she would have protested his groping her in such a fashion, and become extremely unwilling and defiant. At the moment she seemed confused and apprehensive, as if she was an over developed 16 year old that had found herself in a situation she did not expect.

James’ fingertips continued to roam over her before returning to the collar of her dress where his hook was nestled, slipping his hand into her bodice moving over her breast, before moving back up her neck. Once, along time ago when he still had both hands and the freedom to roam from port to port terror in his lover’s eyes was something he enjoyed immensely. He would take an extremely sharp dagger and drag the tip of the cold deadly steel over a wenches skin. With his well-known reputation for his heartlessness where human life was concerned, she would close her eyes and shiver from head to toe terrified he would begin carving her flesh at any moment. Since his hand was lost, he had no need of a dagger for such a task; his sharp iron hook was even more of a covenant tool, which held a reputation equal to his own.

His lips moved to her shoulder tasting her flesh once again, before pinching her skin between his teeth. She whimpered a bit at the feel, hearing a cold chuckle fill her ear. They were both silent now, not a word had been spoken between them in quite sometime. Hook kissed her cheek spitefully, and it was in such away that Caitlin closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. There was the defiance he had expected to see. His breath was vile with spirits, and it reminded Caitlin of the last time she had seen him like this. He reached up with his good hand he cupped her jaw turning her face back to him, kissing her roughly holding her face in place so she couldn’t turn away again.

Just then a loud knock came to the door followed by a shout. “CAPT’N!” Smee yelled through the door before banging again.

Hook’s face darkened at the interruption and he growled pulling away from Caitlin’s mouth as he roared at the door, “BE GONE! DAMN YOU!”, he cursed at them before returning to Cat’s mouth again. However, the pounding came to the door again. He rolled his eyes pulling away from her mouth again letting go of her face, turning his eyes towards the door. Once he released Caitlin’s jaw she turned her face away quickly taking deep frightened breaths.

“Capt’n! we got somethin’ your gonna want to see!” His teeth began to grind, and he moved his arms around Caitlin’s waist starring at the door.

“We shall continue this later.” He said coldly keeping his eyes fixed on the door, pulling her further into his lap. “It had better be GOOD!” He called letting them know to enter. Smee burst through the door, pausing a moment realizing he may have interrupted something when he saw Caitlin sitting on the Captain’s lap with his arms wrapped tight around her. He cleared his throat before he began to explain himself.

“Uh . . .Capt’n, you might want to come see this.” He said nervously not anxious to be gutted for his intrusion. Hook gave a loud sigh of annoyance before moving Caitlin from his lap. Her eyes went down cast and she turned from them both moving into a part of the Cabin. James reached for his coat putting it on, giving Smee a death look as he walked passed his first mate out the doors of his bedchambers. “Right this way Capt’n” Smee said indicating they were going below decks.

“What the devil is this Smee, can you not just explain to me what the concern is rather then pulling me from my quarters into the snow in the middle of the blasted night!?!” They headed strait for the Galley, and James hoped this was not about the earlier request that several men go ashore to get supplies from their keep. He gave a loud sigh of annoyance as they walked to the barrels that held the fruit and vegetables for the crew to avoid scurvy. There were several crew men standing there and quickly pulled back. The Captain looked over the barrels seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Reaching over he caught Smee’s collar with his Hook jerking him close, “Is there something . . . in particular I am supposed to see, or should I just slit your throat here and now.”

Smee shook his head, “No sir. . . I . . . uh . . . here here it is . . .” Slipping from the Captains grasp, Smee pulled away the lid on the apple barrel opening it for him to see. Hook arched a brow finding a pair of wide eyes starring up at him from inside the barrel. A mass of red-hair on the child’s head, and freckles adorning his pale face he held in his hand a half eaten green apple.

“You called me out for this? A lost boy stealing from our Galley? This is not the first of the hells spawn that have tried this, Smee! Toss the filthy little vermin over board! If he survives the fall he can freeze to death before he makes it back to the island.” He said starting to depart to return to his Cabin. He was intoxicated enough that his ill-temper was not allowing his mind to analyze all of the facts.

“Sir!” Smee said stopping him quickly, “Didn’t that pixie devil say there was a red-haired boy in that cave with your misses when we found ‘er?” Hook narrowed his eyes before turning and looking back at the child in the barrel. He did seem to fit the descriptions that his two spies had given him. Walking back studying the child for a moment, he found himself wanting to know a few things if this was indeed the boy that had helped Caitlin escape. Reaching into the barrel, he hooked the back of the child’s clothing jerking him out of his hiding place dangling him a few feet off the floor.

“Show our . . . .guest to the brig. I believe Aurora will be able to identify this young scallywag for us.” Turning he tossed the young one to two of the nearby pirates who caught him taking him prisoner. Hook started up the stairs to retrieve the fairy from his cabin before pausing, “Smee, see that the surgeon is sent up to change the dressing on Caitlin’s wounds.”

He was already not in the best of moods; he never was when he had so much to drink. On top of that, being pulled from his bedchambers when he was preoccupied into the freezing snowstorm that had started only made it worse. It was not a good situation for anyone.
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