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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the book(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Big thanks to FairlightMuse who graciously looked at this chapter and gave me feedback.

Chapter 3: Captive?

Wendy shook the last of the blanket off her body just as a door was closed and she heard someone turn the lock…from the outside. She sighed. She had no idea where she was or who had taken her – only that she was now on a ship. She looked around the elaborate room and realized she must be in a captain’s suite, or a very well prepared guest suite. The room was actually two: one part for a bed and a clothes compartment, the other had a desk, chair, several bookcases, and a lounge. The furniture was mostly made of dark, stained wood, and the walls were covered in tasteful works of art

As she looked closer at her surroundings, Wendy nearly gasped! In a corner in the bedchamber neatly stacked where her two cases and purse. She ran over to examine the contents and found that everything she had in her hotel room had been neatly folded and packed into the carpet bags.

That’s odd, she thought, someone took great care to get me here. A shiver then ran down her spine as an idea crept into her mind…but the thought was broken by another.

“My journal!” She cried aloud.

Wendy scoured the room, her eyes landing on the desk. She ran over there and breathed a sigh of relief. There, neatly stacked, on the desk were her journal and other loose papers filled with her adventuresome writings. There was even blank paper laid out along with a quill and several jars of ink.

Wendy found herself both excited and scared. After all, she had been kidnapped! But the fact that someone cared enough to bring her belongings alonve hve her a strange sense of comfort. Perhaps they don’t intend to kill me…at least not right away. She thought glancing at the stack of blank expensive paper. Still, I must prepare myself.

Immediately she began to look for something to protect herself, even something to help her escape should the opportunity present itself. But just as soon as she started to look she stopped. Surely they couldn’t be clever enough to collect my goods yet careless enough to leave a weapon?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the lock. She turned anxious to see who her captor was…

Meanwhile, back at Wendy’s hotel, everyone was stunned when a disheveled Steven came stumbling in. At first, most onlookers thought him drunk…until it was obvious the young gentleman had been injured.

Immediately his aunt along with Elizabeth and Claire were at his side.

“Steven! What happened!” His aunt asked.

“I was attacked. The man…he hit me twice!”

“Where is Wendy?” Both the young women asked at the same time.

Steven looked up, making sure he looked most concerned.

“She was kidnapped.”

As the women and onlookers gasped, Steven recounted somewhat the evening events. “He said his name was Captain Hook.”

Within minutes the group that Wendy had traveled with was organizing to depart back to London while their chaperone had a message quickly sent off to Wendy’s parents.

The hotel bellboy went off in search for an officer of the law and quickly returned with one. The officer had Steven meet with him in a private room and gathered details as Steven retold the evening’s events.

The officer laughed when Steven came to part where his attacker told him his name.

“Captain Hook? Surely someone must be joking! Captain Hook is nothing more than a myth, I hear! Are you sure you didn’t nd tnd the ladies honor and she merely decided to go home? The hotel manager said her room contents were taken out earlier today.”

Steven’s aunt, the group’s chaperone, had been listening near the door. She quickly strode down the hall and walked over to the hotel attendant. “Please cancel that telegram at once!” She demanded. Her eyes narrowed. “That Wendy Darling had better watch her step once we are all back in London.”

Meanwhile, on the ship, Wendy turned to face her captor and host. Her knees nearly buckled under her as she recognized the rich-velvet red coat. It had been many years since she last saw Captain Hook, face-to-face, and she saw that his looks hadn’t changed. His hair still cascaded in a mangle of curls well below his shoulders, his eyes were still blazing blue and sported his usual neatly trimmed moustache and beard. However, for the first time Wendy noticed something else: The man she both feared and loathed during her trips to Neverland was breathtakingly handsome.

“Captain Hook. I see your manners haven’t changed…well, maybe just a bit more polite?” She winced as she heard him lock the door with his own hook.

“Wendy, you look refreshing as always.” The captain said in a teasing voice as he let himself stride into the room as if she wasn’t even there. He walked over to a small cabinet filled with wine and fine liquors. He poured himself a brandy, sniffed the glass, and then downed its contents. Before he poured another, he offered some to Wendy.

Before she answered Wendy asked “Why have you taken me?” Actually, she was more curious how Captain Hook existed outside Neverland but decided to let that go for now.

“Why?” He asked as he turned around with the new brandy in his good hand. He walked over to Wendy and handed hers, then gestured for her to sit on the lounge as he fetched his own. She did so as the Captain, too, sat with her.

“Why not?” Hook continued. “After all, you were bored and I decided that some company would be nice.”

“Bored?”

“Yes, bored.” The Captain repeated. He took a moment then to look grown Wendy up and down. “You’ve grown.” He said, his voice almost sounding insulting.

“I’m not the same young girl you knew from Neverland.” Wendy said as she lifted her head slightly higher, daring to look her captor in the eyes. “I’m a grown woman…a lady.”

The Captain threw his head back and laughed before finishing his brandy. Wendy shivered a little, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Did the captain still see her as a naïve young girl? Or a helpless young lady? To hide her embarrassment she lifted her own glass to her lips and took a small sip, then suddenly gave in the urge to finish the drink just as the Captain had.

“My dear Wendy, you may have grown. You may even be called a lady now.” He then paused, then got up and walked back to the desk, carelessly picking up some of her papers. “Yet your stories tell me otherwise.”

“How dare you!” Wendy cried getting up from her place and walked over to where the Captain stood. “First you trifle my things, kidnap me, and now you tell me you read my private stories?!!”

“Tsk tsk Wendy,” The Captain laughed as he replaced the papers. “Such a temper. Would you have rather I left your stories in the hotel?”

“I…”

“I thought not. Now, let’s talk about what we’re going to do with you.” A wicked smile came upon the Captain’s handsome face and Wendy shuddered remembering all too well his wicked ways.

“Are you planning to have me walk the plank again?” She asked, surprised at her own brazenness.

The Captain laughed. “No, my dear…we are not in Neverland. At least, not yet. Instead I am going to offer you a choice. If you like, you may take your things and depart in Wilkshire. We should arrive there the morning after tomorrow. You will be free and will never hear from me again. Or...you can stay.”

“Stay?” Wendy asked with a hint of excitement shining in her eyes.

Hook drew his face closer to hers to see if she would draw back. She did not. “Yes. And if you stay I will take you on as one of the crew, although for the most part your duties won’t stray from those of a lady’s.”

“And what of those that are not ladylike?”

The Captain looked up in thought, touching the side of his moustache with his one good hand. “Hmm, I gather we shall have to come up with some ideas. That should prove quite interesting.” He laughed as Wendy’s face flushed. “For now I will say this. Should you stay you will take quarters here, in my cabin. I will not set you loose around my crew, and you should reside as any other captive who is a lady. My men care not whether a woman is a lady, and are even less concerned about gentlemen manners. No, here you will stay. And dine with me every evening. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone who can provide engaging conversation, and you could do quite well.”

“And where will the ship tak the then?”

“Take you? Nowhere, my dear. I, on the other hand, am taking the ship to a place far away. Not as far as Neverland, but far enough. You will merely be a guest on the voyage, my captive.

“So Wendy, what will it be?” He stepped closer to her again, and took one of her soft curls into his hand and gently pulled it. “Will you stay or will you go?”

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