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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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Caitlin had stayed frozen in her place so long, afraid to move, that she’d fallen back into sleep. Her dreams ran wild with both her worst fears and doubts. In her slumber, she had started to toss and turn flinging her body about the large bed. Finally, her eyes opened as she sat up looking about the cabin. Her eyes wide, and her breath stopped in her chest it took her a moment to realize that she’d not moved from where she’d been before. Still, her dreams had stopped and at least here it was quiet. Slowly she slipped from between the covers once more, standing to her feet.

She wished she knew what time it was, and began searching for a clock. However when her eyes finally spied one, it had the look of something having been thrown so hard at the face, it cracked all the way down to the floor. Walking towards it, she opened the casing hoping perhaps she could mend it and it could once more tell the time again. But the inside of the clock looked even worse then the outside, there was no use or hope to it.

“Miss?” Caitlin turned and fell against the wall at the sound of the male voice that came from behind her. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the little man, with round glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, his mustache and beard were gray with age, and his clothing looked like something out of a pirate story or fairytale. Yet for all her fears, and worrying, he hardly looked like the mean and evil tyrant that she’d imagined in her sleep. She could see the kind smile on his face, and her fears melted away in just a few moments. Smee, smiled a little wider trying to be friendly and as hospitable as could be. “I do say miss, you would probley like to change out of your bed clothes. If you walk through that door there, there are dresses and shoes and hair combs if you’d like.”

Her eyes looked towards the door he indicated a moment before she looked back at him. She shook her head a moment expecting to have been terrified or threatened or even worse. He was almost silly in appearance, hardly a mad man. “How. . . . how did I get here?” She asked looking at him curiously.

“why, you arrived early this morning. You’ve certainly slept most of the day away but that’s easy to understand with how much sleep you’ve gotten in the past week.” Smee walked over and opened the closet door for her, before returning to stand beside her, “You really should hurry and change Miss, after all supper will be ready in just a minute or two. The guest of honor shouldn’t be late for her own welcome dinner.” He’d said moving to the double doors that led to the outside of the cabin disappearing as he closed them behind. It was all very strange, and her question wasn’t answered in the least bit. But she looked towards the door of the closet and stepped inside.

Just as he said, there was an array of clothing all hung up neatly and sorted out by color, occasion and even style. It was all very irregular to be sure. She’d noticed since she came to England that there were many things that where done differently, customs and traditions that seemed strange and down right foreign, perhaps this was something else that was done. Taking in a breath, Caitlin let out a deep sigh of frustration. She had no choice but to play along with everything until she found out what was going on.

While she was in the closet with the door closed behind her getting dressed, the table was being set with foods of every kind, and the finest plates and silverware that could be found on the ship. Hook stood over the table foreseeing everything, where it was set, which way it was turned; he wanted it all to be perfect. During the day, he’d taken a bath, trimmed his beard and anything else he could think of to be presentable when she would finally look on him for the first time. His manner resembled that of a nervous yet anxious young man on his first date. Once everything was ready, he shooed all of the others out of the cabin giving strict orders that they were not to be disturbed, even if the ship was sinking he did not want to hear about it. He closed the doors and locked them tight, before turning looking over the room again.

Everything was ready, now all that was needed was she. She would emerge from the closet at any moment, and he wished to make an entrance. Hook moved quickly, hiding himself away from her immediate glance, but in a place where he could see her when she stepped out. He waited patiently, straitening his coat buttons and shirt when his eyes caught sight of the hook that now replaced his hand. Holding it up to where he could look at it more clearly, thoughts of doubt and fear started to creep in. ‘how would she react to this?’ he wondered. The beauty had no trouble with kindly, but at the same time, shattering all hopes of those who’d approached her before at the school.

Hooks thoughts where interrupted at the click of the closet door as it pushed open. He moved closer to the wooden decoration that he’d hidden behind so he could see more clearly. He could feel his breath catch in his throat as she stepped from the closet. She’d chosen a dress that complimented her form in every way possible. It was a peasant style, simple dress. The dress was made of crimson velvet, and had a fitted Basque waist, with the skirt gathered into hundreds of folds and swept into a train in the back. The lace-up center front bodice and skirt were of contrasting black velvet. The sleeves split at the elbow, were lined with contrasting satin and lace down to the wrist. All of it was complemented by the gold braided trim that accented the lines of the dress. The dress in itself was impressive, but it was nothing without the beauty that wore it so perfectly.

Hook, had to close his eyes for a moment and take a breath, before looking upon her grace once more. She’d swept her hair up, leaving only a few curls to hang down to perfectly frame her face. Her skin was pale and white, but there was a blush in her cheeks, and a crimson color to her lips. Then there were her eyes . . . . . blue as the Caribbean waters, and they shone in the candlelight like two pieces of broken blue glass. She was perfect.

Smee walked out pausing a moment to look at her, quite taken back by her appearance himself. “Well now, you do look quiet lovely to say the very least miss.” He complemented. Caitlin couldn’t help but smile, the little man seemed so kindhearted. He led her to her chair and pulled it out for her, she thanked him and took her seat.

Her eyes grew wide at all the food that had been set out. All kinds of good things, and as long as it had been since she’d eaten a meal, her stomach began to growl slightly as if it would hop right up on the table and fill itself. Clearing her throat as she looked up at the little man, “Won’t you be eating as well?” she inquired noticing that he hadn’t taken a place of his own.

He chuckled and shook his head, “Why of course not Miss, this is the Captain’s quarters, and the Captain’s table. Only the Captain and guests of the captain can eat here.” He explained. She blinked a few times, not sure if she heard right. If there was a captain, then this must have been a ship of some sort she was on. But how could that be? She never felt the ship move or heard the sound of water against the boat. However she couldn’t very well see outside, in a roomed that seemed to have no windows.

Her eyes shifted towards the little man again, “You mean, you’re not the Captain?” Her fears where starting to grow inside again, as she waited for the little man’s answer. She’d found her ease in the first person she had seen with his appearance and kindness.

At that moment, hook stepped out from his hiding place walking into the room. In a last moments thought, he held his hook behind his back to hide it from her eyes. It was something he’d grown increasingly concerned about once again. Hook wanted to see her eyes looking at him, not at his broken and now artificial appendage. “It would be a strange instance indeed if the first mate, claimed to be the Captain of my ship, would it not?”

Caitlin was startled, as he seemed to come out of nowhere, bolting up from the chair and standing behind it. Instantly he turned on his charm, smiling at her. “Don’t be frightened, you have nothing to fear here.” She didn’t move, and she stood frozen in place. This wasn’t starting off to be a good first meeting at all, she held the appearance of a scared rabbit and it was by far, not what he wanted in the least bit. Hooks eyes moved to Smee as he motioned for him to leave them alone. However, the goofy first mate didn’t quite pick up on it right away.

That voice. . . .she recognized the voice, and the worlds the spoke to her as she lay in the bed. "Sleep for now my beautiful angel, it won't be long now." What did he mean by those words? What where his intentions with her. Her eyes looked down to the food, perhaps it was poisoned.

He stood there looking at the Captain a moment before smiling and looking back, at Caitlin, thinking to himself how good she and the captain looked together. “Smee, remember what happened earlier to the ones that didn’t listen, the first time I gave orders.” That caught the first mates attention immediately as the smile disappeared and he looked towards the Captain.

“Of course Captain sir. . . I. . . . uh. . . .” He froze in place a moment seeing the Captains eyes narrow, “. . .goodbye.” Turning on his heels and quickly leaving the Cabin, closing the doors behind him, the dark look in the Captains eyes lingered a moment as they stayed on the door.

Caitlin’s eyes never moved from the man who stood before her once. It was a strange feeling that came over her. Fear at first, this was not exactly the same as the little old man she’d come to think was her host. This man was much taller then she, and younger then the first mate. There was a stern look in this mans face, and seemed as if there was a very cruel side to him, perhaps his true side. But there was another feeling that scared her slightly, as it seemed to say something about herself as well.

Caitlin found herself unable to look away from his eyes. They were the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. Looking at them it was as if there was a storm raging in the blue crystal pools of blue. He was bewitching in every sense of the word. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she just stood there, her eyes upon her Captor.
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