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Why swallows build in the eaves of houses	By : redhandedjill Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 8014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom!
"...And now that the wicked ogre was gone for good, the brother and sister were able to go home to their sweet little cottage again, safe and sound." Wendy took a large look around the group of boys who looked at her awestruck.
"The End."
Loud whooping noises of praise were heard all around, as Wendy blushed a very ladylike pink. The Lost Boys suddenly darted to their feet.
"That was most amazing,” said Curly, genuinely pleased.
"Yes, tell us another!" begged Slightly.
It had scarcely been a week since Wendy had been here in Neverland. Three glorious days in which adulthood was a disease and fun and games were a way of life.
Why, she'd already played pirates, capture the flag (a completely different game from which you or I play) gone swimming several times, hunted for berries and sweets and played loads of other games. She was slowly reverting back into the pattern she'd set so many years ago.
Peter had been gone just under a week, on some mission unknown, and although Wendy always found fun with the Lost Boys. And endlessly enjoyed telling them tales of love, adventure and terror, there was something in Peter that she could not find in any other. And in that, she missed him terribly.
He had left without a word the morning after their trip behind the waterfall, and she was starting not only to miss, but worry for him. How like a grown up.
But now, so like a child, she had found playmates to satisfy her for now. It would be a long while before she'd think of Peter again.
Suddenly the twins rushed up to her, taunting her playfully as she grinned.
"Come on then Mother!" said the first grinning mischievously. "Try to catch us!"
"Yes, try and catch us!" said the other giggling.
And before Wendy could reply, they were already up into the air, calling over their shoulder that she was much too 'grown up' to catch them.
As she was not one to back away from a challenge, Wendy got her happy though, and darted into the air like a bullet after the twins whose echoes she could faintly hear.
"You'll never catch us!"
"Oh yes I will!"
Wendy flew up into the air, hot on the track of the two twins who were giggling manically as she raced after them. They threw their heads back in laughter, hiding behind a large cloud.
"Come and get us Wendy!"
"Yes, try!"
"I know where you are." Wendy promised, slowly floating around the sounds of their muffled giggling. It was far too easy to catch some of these boys, but she insisted on giving them a sporting chance. She was after all, the more mature one.
The rest of the Lost Boys had obviously decided against joining them in the sky, and were probably instead cooking up another plan to entertain their guest.
Hours went by among the clouds, in which Wendy darted from cloud to cloud, searching and screaming in terrified delight as she found or was found by one of the twins. They were becoming experts at hiding, and it was taking her even longer to find the two.
Suddenly, the bright sky grew dimmer, and she knew it was drawing to be nightfall. She looked down below through the clouds, seeing the bright lights from the villages and ship below. It twinkled up at her, making her realize how late it was.
She'd lost such time up here, and hadn't been able to see the twins in quite a while. The first pangs of fear began to tear through her, as she called their names, finding that she was suddenly very lost. There was a large booming sound from below, and she panicked.
"Boys?" She called frightened, looking round and round, finding the sky to be darkening in a most worrisome matter. Without Peter here, the weather was likely to change so.
Before Wendy could attempt to float further to the ground, there was a strange graph like shape, hurtling towards her. It was far too late before she realized it was tangled rope, and aimed right for her.
It wrapped against her fleeting body tightly, as if she were like some of the strange mummies in an ancient sarcophagus she'd read about in school.
She was trapped almost instantly, the weights at the corners hitting her side harshly. Then before she'd had a moment to realize, she was falling, and no manner of happy thought would be able to save her.
As the air came up all around her, she screamed shrilly as she tumbled downward, attempting to clutch at the air as if it would find itself under her grip. It was so frightening, she felt as if her heart would cease immediately.
Far too soon, she was nearing land...no, her blurred vision showed water. Oh Lord. She was going to drown! Her eyes were shut, and she began to scream through ravaged sobs.
She could smell the salty scent of the beach and ocean combined and she screamed loudly once more at the knowledge that she would drown.
"Peter!"
Her mouth was soon filled with the salty taste of the water as she slipped like a lost pearl into the depths of the dark and murky sea.
Quickly she submerged and sank, her cries turning into transparent bubbles that raced to the surface. Her hair wrapped all around her face, blinding her.
'What if there are mermaids?' Wendy though crazily as she writhed in her rope bindings, her air slowly leaving her. ‘or worse...crocodiles?'
More panic.
More blind searching.
Wendy was sure she felt something tap her foot, and was convinced it was that damned crocodile, still yeaning for another taste of Hook! She refused to go in his place!
This was it.
Until...Wendy felt it, something pulling her upwards out of the sea. Up where she would be able to breathe!
Peter!
She could have cried out in hope if it weren't for her gasping as she was finally pulled out of the water. Her eyes stung, and her hair clung to her cheeks wetly. Her lungs and throat burned, and she coughed raggedly.
She shivered as the night air clung at her wet body, and she spat out the excess of the salty taste in her mouth. Her clothing was heavier now, and dripping and she could barely see what was happening through her rope bindings.
She was still being pulled upward, surely as far from the ocean as possible, back to the fort where the Lost Boys would welcome her arrival with great-
Ouch! Her ankle skimmed the edge of something sharp and she called out in pain. Hopefully Peter would be more careful from now on.
Suddenly her vision cleared, as she looked out through her bindings at the rippling ocean. Seeing she wasn't being pulled towards the woods, but upwards. She couldn't crane her neck upward, but soon detected the sounds of adult whooping and coarse laughter.
Pirates!
"Oh no."
She banged against the side of the ship several more times before she felt the edge of the ship's ledge. The smell of rum, tobacco and other unmentionables soon invaded her senses and Wendy fought back an urge to shake.
Suddenly she felt herself being hauled aboard, large hands around her body as she was placed onto the hard planks of the ship harshly. She squealed out in pain, trying to stop the sensation by shifting slightly.
She looked upwards through her roped prison, seeing the aged and dirtied face of familiar pirates. Her stomach churned as several came closer to her shivering form.
"Look who's back." Said Billy Jukes, giving her a once over rudely. "All grown up."
"A pity." Said another older pirate Wendy couldn't name, "I like 'em better young."
They all began to laugh at that comment, as Wendy's eyes watered angrily. Hadn't she come to Neverland to get away from such foul adult things? And now here she was, at the mercy of some rag tag group of misfits!
"Release me at once!" Wendy demanded, looking angrily from one to another. She struggled to stand with dignity, and when she toppled they all laughed.
"Do as she says." Said a familiar purr from the back, Wendy's ears immediately pricked up. "Immediately."
The men stopped laughing at once and did as the voice said. They stood her up, slicing her bindings as one held her, stopping her escape. Her hands were bound then, tightly and behind her back even though the struggled emphatically.
"This is not how a lady is treated." Wendy said stiffly, raising her chin in defiance. "I demand you release me at once, and return me to the shore."
Suddenly the group of large men parted, and a familiar tall and legendary figure emerged, looking to Wendy in a devious manner.
He still looked the same. Tall, dark hair, stormy eyes that locked on hers the moment they met. That same presence that had her breathless even now.
"Ah, Miss Darling."
*
"What are we to tell Peter?" Nib asked the rest of the Lost Boys, looking to them in true fear. "He'll murder us when he realizes she's gone!"
"But where?" asked a young boy, fairly new to the group.
"Where else?" Mitts said gravely, "She's been kidnapped, by pirates."
"Hook."
Suddenly a familiar crow of victory was heard distantly overhead, and several pairs of eyes searched the distant heavens. There he was, Peter Pan himself.
"I have brought Wendy a present!" Peter called happily to the Lost boys as he landed with two slightly familiar boys behind him.
"John?" Nibs inquired.
"Michael?"
The two boys stepped forward, looking to the group with slightly familiarity.
The older and taller had glossy black hair that was in a neat cut, and large glasses that made his light eyes look even larger. He looked to be about sixteen.
Beside him stood a shorter boy, no older than Peter, with fairer hair and a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. He smiled widely at the Lost Boys.
"Nibs?"
"It is them!" Toodles called, as they all rushed over to the newcomers, talking animatedly of the changes until Peter whistled loudly.
"Where is Wendy?" He asked when the voices had dimmed, and a low mumble of worry had begun.
And so the twins told the tale, of how Wendy had been captured by the villainous Hook. Peter listed raptly, every now and then clenching his teeth of hands, or pulling his dagger from its holster on his hip.
"We have to do something!" John said suddenly horrified. Now that they were no longer children, he was well aware of what death true meant, it was real!
Peter was uncharacteristically silent a moment, before he raised his head heroically, looking to his collection of Lost Boys.
"We rescue Wendy, tonight."
*
Wendy could only gape as Hook stepped forward, her heart slamming about in her ribcage, causing her to wince visibly.
Hook surveyed her casually, tilting his head slightly as he looked her up from head to toe, ending with a sly smirk.
"Do you know who I am, Miss Darling?"
Wendy's eyes grew large as he spoke once more, and she nodded solemnly as she eventually spoke dimly.
"Captain Hook."
"So you haven't forgotten." Hook said absently, motioning for the men behind her to bring her forth. They did so roughly, causing her to wince in pain.
"Unhand me!"
"You'd think after all these years we'd all be a memory." Hook was continuing as if she hadn't even spoken. "Neverland, Pan, myself. You'd think after you'd grown up it would all be a fond memory. In fact, I'm surprised Pan even remembered you."
Wendy said nothing, but had her eyes trained on the man before her. Her mouth was in a thin and angered line, and she stood straighter, attempting to show no fear.
"This is no place for a reunion of such monumental proportions." Hook finally said, looking to the young women in amusement and then to his men. "Bring her to my lodgings."
"NO!" Wendy screamed, trying to break free. "PETER! HELP ME!"
"Shut her up." Hook snarled at one of his mates before disappearing below deck. The pirate grunted and covered her mouth with one grimy hand. Wendy still screamed, kicking frantically in hopes of escape. It was fruitless however. She was undoubtedly defeated. For now.
When she was still, and fairly silent, the hand was removed, and she was roughly dragged down below, to a large cabin door where Hook surely resided behind, waiting eagerly for her.
Sure enough, when the pirate knocked on the door, she heard the familiar silken purr of her captor and she grimaced visibly.
"Come in."
The pirate holding her opened the door, pushing her inside in front of him. Wendy gave a muffled squeal before she was pushed fully inside, and the door was closed behind them.
The stale scent of tobacco and rum drifted around them in the cooling cabin, the only light the various candles glowing around them. Wendy didn't dare look up.
"I wish to speak to Miss Darling alone." Hook said to the burly pirate still holding Wendy tightly by the upper arm. "Leave us."
"Yes Captain."
At the sound of the door being slammed behind her, Wendy finally found the courage to look up into the familiar room. Not much had changed, still the large desk and cabinet. Still the resplendent curtains and wooden smell around them, intermingling with the newly discovered scent of cologne. There was something so different and yet so the same in this place.
Only then was Wendy able to fully look to the man responsible for her bound wrists and frantically beating heart. The man that haunted her dreams and waking moments. The man that she at this moment hated.
There, sitting languidly in his chair, his hooked hand hidden in his lap, and his good hand absently drumming on the desktop, was Captain Hook. He seemed less intimidating sitting down, but was an illusion Wendy knew would not last for long.
"I do apologize for the treatment Miss Darling." Hook suddenly purred, giving her a gentle smile that she knew was a sham. "But you see it was imperative you be bound and silenced."
"You sir, are no gentleman." Wendy said with angry tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "You are a coward!"
"A coward?" Hook said in mock surprise. "I, Captain James Hook, a coward? How did you ever come to that conclusion, my dear?"
Wendy grimaced at the false affection and instead held her chin higher. "Only a coward would take a child merely playing about in the sky."
"Or a wise strategist." Hook said smirking, then turned thoughtful as he glanced at her. "But I do not see a child before me, Miss Darling. Anything but."
"A child." Wendy went on ignoring him, "Who has never done you any harm. I may be friends with Peter, but I am certainly not the one who fed your hand to that crocodile."
Hook said nothing a moment, and then offered a grim smirk. "No, I suppose you yourself never did. But if you'd had the chance, if you'd been strong enough to overtake me and seal my doom, would you have acted upon it?"
Wendy fell silent, unsure of how to answer, for she was unsure of what she would have done. Right now she longed to do anything to get off this damned ship, but would she really have the strength to kill a man? Murder another living thing? She doubted it. She noticed he'd moved his chair back and she began to tremble in fear. She was going to die.
"You are a peculiar girl, Miss Darling." Hook said absently as he finally stood, coming over to the standing girl, ready to guide her to an open seat. His boots made a loud and yet dim clunk with every step he took. He didn't like her standing before him, plotting some easy escape. He stopped short in front of her however when he noticed her faintly trembling frame.
"I daresay you're terrified of me." Hook said, sounding completely surprised as he gazed down at the young woman only inches from him. "You, of all people, Red Handed Jill?"
"I have no reason to fear you." Wendy ground out shakily, hoping her voice wasn't quaking as much as she. Her mouth was set then, in a thin line as she remembered the pet name.
"And yet you do," Hook insisted darkly, eyeing her up and down dangerously slow. He moved closer, bending his head down slightly until they were eye level. Wendy couldn't help but note that his mouth was dangerously close. His own aroma of cigars and alcohol, a scent that she believed to be his and his alone, drifted around them like some invisible blanket.
"You stand there positively trembling before me.” Hook said, the air from his words puffing light against Wendy’s upper lip. His voice turned to that of dark interest. “What is it that frightens you so now as an almost grown adult Miss Darling, but never did as a small child?"
Wendy did not answer, for she herself did not quite know. His mouth was still much too close, and she felt her face flushing, and she feared she was growing ill.
There was a sudden glint in Hook's eyes, one that she had never seen in any man's eyes before. He stood up then, looking to her downcast eyes a moment in black humor.
"I think I know." he offered smugly, leaving her wondering. He moved behind her then, gently pushing her towards the chair. She felt the cold steel of the hook against her back, and she did as she was told, terrified that he was going to kill her before Peter could save her.
"What are you going to do to me?" Wendy whispered then, trying to hold back the terrified shakes beginning in her stomach.
"Tut tut." Hook murmured in her ear, "I'm afraid that would ruin the entire surprise, wouldn't it? And young women like you do so enjoy surprises, don't they?"
"Not from untrustworthy villains like yourself!"
"How serious you've become." Hook said, fighting back a smirk as he placed her roughly in the chair across from his own. He sat down in his large, cushioned chair and looked to Wendy in amusement. "Not at all the free spirited child I remember from not so long ago."
"Release me." Wendy warned once more, not wishing to remain alone with Hook in his cabin a moment longer. "Or prepare for the dire consequences that await you!"
Hook chuckled then, a low, gentle and placating chuckle an adult would use on an amusing child’s antics.
"Wendy...Darling." Hook drawled dramatically when his grim laughter had subsided, as he pulled her chair close to him, so close their knees were now touching. She lowered her head in hot embarrassment in this lack of moral propriety. How dare he?
But then he was gently using the side of his cold hook to tilt her defiant chin upwards, up until her eyes met his own and she could not find the strength pull back. And then he spoke, his voice rumbling as his words terrified her.
"You my dear, are not going anywhere."
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