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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.

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Hook came out of his cabin, shutting the doors behind him, making sure they were securely locked, as Smee hurried up to him. “We found them Captain, they made a break for the island when you were seen returning.” He said quickly, holding up the hook that the captain had ordered him to bring to him. A nasty looking thing, it bore the resemblance of a harpoon, but twisted back into the form of a hook, with jagged sharp teeth. Hook grabbed it from him twisting it on and then locking it into place as he ascended the stair case to the lower deck walking into the circle of men around the two traitors that went behind his back while he was away.

Two men, Tarintas Poraber and his counterpart Reynold Bereter. They’d taken up speaking of a mutiny against hook since he’d been gone. They decided that he’d found a way out and left them behind, abandoning them to be eternally damned in this world. At first there words and mutterings went unnoticed and not taken seriously, but as time went by, the men started to listen. What they said start to make sense and besides that, there Captain still hadn’t returned. Smee did his best to keep control of the men, telling them the Captain would be back, he was merely away on business. But two voices against one have a tendency to carry more weight. They decided that even if he was to return, they’d keel haul him and make Tarintas their new Captain. However, when hook was sighted returning to the ship, the men’s bold attitudes melted away, Tarintas and Reynold lost all support. There was no doubt the rest of the crew would turn them in, and they made a break for the island.

There wasn’t a sound from anyone, as each and every man knew that his true Captain was not in the mood to be trifled with, and a single word could spell instant death. Hook looked down at the two men, silent. He was still sunken deep in the fever that had been upon him from the call of Neverland and the pain it put into his body each day he stayed away. He was better briefly when he’d lifted his Angel into his arms, watching her for so long without being able to get close to her, and in that instant he was finally able to touch her. However when he let her go, putting her into his bed to let her sleep he went right back into the ruthless crazed mind set that drove him to kidnapping.

Stupidly, Reynold began to try and plea for mercy and save his own neck. “Captain, it wasn’t our fault. You left, without a word. The first mate came to us and said to retrieve our ship on it’s return or build a new on if it did not. We fought Peter Pan and his lost boys reclaiming the ship, and outfitted it just as you left orders too, but still you didn’t come. What were we supposed to think? What where we supposed to do?” He said over and over again, speaking more quickly as the fear began to take over his senses.

Tarintas, the smarter of the two men looked at him and growled, “Quiet you fool.” He hissed at him. Reynolds eyes grew big as a thought entered his simple mind, and he turned looking up at a very displeased Captain.

“It was Tarintas, he began to speak out against you, he began to sway and turn the crews minds!!! I was drawn in to his words, I listened when I shouldn’t have!!!” In an attempt to shift the blame on his partner, so that his life might be spared, Tarintas grew angry as he tried to attack Reynolds with his hands tight firmly behind his back. Hooks eyes narrowed as the began to glow bright crimson watching the two men who’d seem to have forgotten he was standing there. He’d had quite enough.

Caitlin awoke suddenly, her eyes popped open from out of a dead slumber to the sound of a bell tolling. It sounded like a ships bell to her ears. Shaking her head and turning over she went back to sleep, knowing she had to be dreaming from how long she’d stayed awake with finals, tests and constant studying. Cat yawned and stretched a bit, before settling back down between the soft white cotton sheets adorning the feather mattress. It felt as if she was sleeping on a soft cloud. In the dorm rooms at the college, the mattress she was given was hard, and uncomfortable, but you could manage to get some rest on it just the same if you were tired enough . . . . .

All at once she bolted strait up into a sitting position, her eyes looking at the strange bed she was in and her fingers quickly moving over the sheets and comforter, which she’d never seen before. The bed was huge, absolutely massive in every way as her eyes were drawn upwards towards the huge canopy that hung over the four bed posts. Velvet curtains decorated the bed but where all pulled and tied back neatly. It was breath taking in itself, she couldn’t remember ever seeing something quite like it, except when she’d taken her class field trip to Buckingham palace.

It took her a moment to realize that it was not just the bed that had changed. It was not her room, which she lay sleeping in either. Quickly pulling the covers and blankets off of her, she slipped out of the bed and started to stand but gasped quickly crawling back up on the bed looking down. Her feet where bare and had slipped right into what felt like fur. Taking a deep breath, “Oh, Cat you are jumpy this morning.” She berated herself as she stared at the bear rug that lay on the floor. Her eyes lifted slowly moving around the rather large cabin. There was a large table, obviously for eating meals at. A harpsichord, very old fashioned in the corner. Everything she saw was strait out of her history books. Crystal chalices, silver goblets, gold silverware, solid gold plates.

The thought crossed her mind that none of this was real. Someone pulled a prank and moved her in the night to the theater on campus and slipped her into a set of one of their plays. That had to be the case. She frowned, “William.” She said out loud berating her classmate that had followed her only the night before and attacked her in the darkness. “God you have a strange way of trying to get my attention.” Looking around wondering how to get back out of this place, so she could go home and get dress, or even better yet, go back to bed.

Caitlin was mercilessly pulled from her thoughts at the sound of loud arguing. She looked around before seeing the large double doors, moving closer to them and putting her ear against the door trying to hear what was going on and see if she could recognize the voices. Perhaps it was Mr. David Nelson the theater teacher and one of his students having a disagreement over a grade given. That thought was suddenly put silent, as there was a scream of unmistakable pain followed by a gunshot. Then silence. Listening a moment wide eyed not hearing anything else, she put her ear hard against the door trying to hear anything, like maybe “Cut, that was great” or something else, but there was nothing. Looking down at the handle she started to turn it intending to see what was going on. But she found it locked up tight and didn’t have an inch of give. Holding onto the handle tighter she threw her weight against the wall, but still no movement or open of getting it open.

She stopped cold for a moment, and turned taking another good look at the Cabin she was locked in. “Oh my god. . .” She whispered underneath her breath. The thought running through her mind that she’d actually been kidnapped and was being held somewhere strange in London. Like a museum or something. Her mind was moving a mile a minute, wondering how this could have happened without her waking up or feeling that she was being moved. Caitlin’s eyes grew wide as she could here footsteps coming up the stairs upside and getting closer to the cabin. Her eyes looked around quickly trying to find a way out or figure out what to do, so that the next scream and gunshot heard, would not be hers.

“Clean up the bodies and dump there putrid remains over the side, leave them as carrion for the fish, and playthings for the mermaids.” He said coldly. After the grotesque scene that played out before his men’s eyes, talk of a mutiny would not happen ever again. No one wanted to share the fate of their now deceased crewmembers. Hook looked down at himself rolling his eyes, their blood was dripping down his neck and covered his sleeves and the front of his clothes. A look of utter annoyance crossed his face at this. He turned unlocking the Cabin doors going inside and slamming them shut behind him.

Stripping off his bloodied clothing letting it fall to the floor, walking over to a basin pouring water into it, washing himself and removing all the blood as the water turned pink, then as red as untainted blood. He walked into his large closet, disappearing for several moments. His thoughts and feelings where frozen for the moment. It would take a bit of time before he was his normal self again. Hence the reason it was not recommend to try to leave Neverland and try to stay away, or stay for very long. “It’s no doubt that the entire Island knows of my return, Peter Pan and his band of lost brats are probley planning a “welcome home” for me. We’ll see who the victor is if he tries such foolishness.” He spoke to himself as he walked back out of the closet unscrewing his hook that was used to carve bodies nicely, and painfully walking to the chest he kept them in returning it to his place.

He took out his every day hook he wore, screwing it back in as he turned starting to walk towards his desk. Hook stopped as out of the corner of his eye, he saw Caitlin still sleeping in his bed. “How odd.” He said out loud, amazed that he’d forgotten he’d brought her back through the events of the morning, and his rage towards the two back stabbing crewmembers who tried to over run his command while he was away. He walked slowly towards the bed, his eyes fixed on her as she lay on her side, her back towards him but he could still see her face clearly.
He smiled to himself as he stepped up the two stairs that raised the part of the room his bed was kept in, separating it a bit from the rest of the cabin. Finally, she was in the place he’d imagined her being so many times as he watched her sleep at night through her window. She was in his reach, and soon she would be his. That wrenched pan would be at a loss for words or chants when he had this beauty standing behind him on the deck of his ship. Proving to the world that he was not, “old, alone, and done for.”

Hook moved to sit behind her on the bed, as her eyes opened for an instant, she was very awake but didn’t want anyone to know that, and they quickly closed again before he saw them fainting the appearance of sleep. He reached up with his good hand and began to gently stroke her soft strawberry blonde curls back from her face, leaning down over her letting his face get close to hers breathing deeply taking in her scent. His entire exterior had changed, being close to her again and secluded away from the crew and all the problems that surrounded their unfortunate damnation to the curse that kept them here.

Caitlin held absolutely still, trying to keep her eyes closed and her body relaxed. But inside she was panicking and screaming for help, who was this person that was pawing at her in her sleep? She wished she could open here eyes and see him, having all sorts of images of evil and terrifying men from this country she’d come to study in.

Hook continued to look over her, up close finally, finding great joy in being able to touch her soft skin and beautiful hair. He wanted to see her eyes, but he didn’t have the heart to wake her watching how hard she’d worked and studied for her tests the past week. No, he would let her sleep and get fully rested, and when she awoke he’d have a grand meal set before her, to keep her strength up. Hook smiled slightly to himself, thinking of the different ways he could entertain her that might cast her eye in his direction. He leaned down, kissing her cheek ever so gently so as not to wake her then whispered into her ear, “Sleep for now my beautiful angel, it won’t be long now.”

Running his fingers through her hair one last time, he stood from the bed looking at her for a few more moments, before turning and walking down the stairs going to his desk and sitting down to do a bit of work.

When she heard him walk away from her, her eyes opened wide. Her heart was beating hard against her chest a million miles a minute. She’d been kidnapped by a mad man, only god himself knew what horrible things he had in store for her. She closed her eyes tight once more, hearing the scratching of a feather quill against parchment as he wrote documents of whatever nature.

What was she going to do? She was to afraid to move or stir or even bat an eyelash less his attention be turned to her again.
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