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Not Old, Alone, Or Done For	By : onecelestialbeing Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 9343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wendy's closed eyes fluttered rapidly, her heart pounding rapidly against her chest as she dreamt of falling into the dark ocean again, and something besides the current pulling at her. Thrashing about slightly, she finally awoke with a jerk and slowly opened her eyes. Blinking once, then twice, she noticed that she was in a darkly furnished room with heavily polished dark oak and red velvet trimmings.

Wondering what sort of dream this was, she turned her head slightly and saw that she was definitely not in her own bed, nor in the bare little room of the asylum. But what alarmed her most was the sinewy yet scarred bare back of the man lying next to her, a wild mass of tangled black curls falling over his skin and onto the pillow. Gasping, Wendy sat up and tried moving off the bed only for her back to hit against the wall of the cabin.

It was then that she realized she had not a stitch of clothing on and the only thing covering her was a warm, luxurious cloak that smelled like cigars, sea air and remnants of sweet cologne. Too afraid to speak, Wendy looked around the room realizing that everything was vaguely familiar. Scared to move lest the slippery cloak shift down and expose her nude body, Wendy curled up into a ball against the wall leaving only her head and the tips of her toes exposed.

Blindly appraising herself as much as she was able to without moving the cloak, Wendy realized that she had no corset on which let her able to breathe freely albeit with a raw throat. She touched what felt like coarse strips of fabric binding various parts of her legs, even up to her thighs and her arms. Wendy had just pulled the cloak slightly away from her shoulders when the captain's head suddenly shifted on the pillow and turned towards her.

"What am I doing here?" Wendy asked, her voice faltering slightly.

Two half dazed blue eyes appraised her steadily. "That's a fine way to greet the person that helped you," the captain answered, his voice raspy with sleep.

"Helped me?" she echoed, frowning her face slightly.

Yawning widely, Hook turned onto his side and bunched his pillow into a ball underneath his head. "Did you not notice the marks upon your skin?"

Peeling back the edge of the cloak from her leg, Wendy lifted one of the crude pieces of cloth near her ankle and nearly gagged when she saw the discolored skin. "Tis a good thing you fell into my clutches instead of that daft Pan, you probably would've been dead by now," Hook continued.

"Dead? What do you mean?" Wendy demanded.

"Nasty creatures those mermaids are. Apparently the moment you fell from the sky they descended upon you, intent on dragging you to a watery death. Being the fine marksman that I am, all it took was one well aimed shot to send the barbarians back to whence they came from. Unfortunately you didn't escape completely unscathed; they nearly clawed you to bits and as it were their nails emit a most foul poison, which I remedied and as it were here you are."

Wendy felt dread in the pit of her stomach as she listened to Hook recount his story of her close brush with death. The pirate captain on the other hand, now lay on his back with left arm beneath his head, looking quite proud of himself.

"Why did you do it?" Wendy asked, her body trembling slightly as her eyes caught the handless stump on the end of his right arm that was now draped over his bare chest.

"Why did I do what?" he asked, momentarily closing his eyes.

"Why did you save me?"

Before Wendy could protest, Hook had suddenly shifted his body up off the bed and was hovering over her. "Because my beauty," his voice silky voice continued as his fingers languidly smoothed the mussed curls back from her face. "You are the perfect opportunity in planning revenge against Pan."

Her body still shaking uncontrollably, Wendy realized that Hook's slightly hairy bare chest was a mere few inches away from her lips, and that she was still completely nude beneath his cloak. "Is part of your revenge taking my clothes and having me wake up disrobed in your bed?" she uneasily asksed, unable to conceal the nervousness in her voice.

"My darling, 'tis true that I am many things; a pirate, a scallywag, but I, Captain James Hook have never and will never take a woman against her will. Even though if I wanted to it would have been quite easy with you being unaware." He then sat back on the bed, continuing to look at Wendy cowering beneath his cloak. "Besides propriety was the last thing on my mind; mermaid's claws are venomous enough that if I didn't tend to your scratches you would have died within the hour. You were already half dead with your lips as blue as a lagoon, I had to rip that damned corset off you to rid your lungs of the sea water and then shake you out of your stupor just to get you to swallow the antidote."

"But why use me as a means to your ends?" Wendy pleaded. "It's not as if Peter knows I'm here. We haven't seen each other in years."

Hook delicately arched one eyebrow at Wendy's confession. "Well I'm sure you're terribly heartbroken over Pan forgetting his little Wendy bird," he replied his voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"Pray tell why I would be heartbroken over a perpetually twelve year old boy that couldn't even remember to visit me at least once over the past eight years?" Wendy clenched her jaw and looked the slightest bit defiant and it was then that the captain truly looked at her.

The years had barely touched her; there was still a slight childish roundness to Wendy's cheeks, the same upturned nose and pouty rosebud lips. Her hair had grown out in long thick waves that hung to a slim waist and her body had already begun to take on the slight curves on a budding young woman. Yet there seemed to be a slight hardness to her features that Hooked presumed was a result of growing up.

Mulling over her last statement, Hook frowned. "You do pose a very good point," he replied thoughtfully. "Well if Pan didn't bring you then how did you find your way back to Neverland?"

Wendy opened her mouth to speak, and then froze. She thought of the little room she'd been confined to for the past few weeks at the asylum and how anyone barely had a kind word for her. The only social visit she'd received was from-

"A fairy came to me, I think that's how I got here," Wendy answered, her forehead furrowed.

"Tsk tsk, I think there's something else that you aren't telling me," Hook said instinctively knowing that she wasn't giving the entire story.

Attempting to hold onto her countenance, Wendy pursed her lips. "I do not wish to discuss it, sir."

Barely looking affronted, the captain raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't giving you an option, Ms. Darling."

'Forever the tyrant,' Wendy thought to herself as she sighed. "I was sent to an asylum, under false pretenses," she continued. "My fiancé'-"

"Fiancé? So our little Red-Handed Jill has become a woman and is to be married," Hook interrupted snidely. "I wonder what your childhood sweetheart would think of this arrangement."

Wendy turned towards the captain, hurt coloring her blue eyes. "I don't want to get married!" she cried. "But it's not as if I have a choice. Ever since mother and father died…" Wendy's voiced trailed off after her last statement. "Anyway it is no concern of mine what Peter thinks."

Bending her head down, Wendy focused on a nonexistent spot on the immaculate velvet cloak unaware at the strange look the captain was giving her. "You were right; growing up is barbarous business. I have an aunt telling me that because I'm a girl I must marry to be taken care of despite that fact that Gavin Benett is a cruel man.

"He lied to my aunt and had me committed to an asylum merely because of my stories, and then told the nurses to keep my corset laced tightly because, and I quote, 'he didn't want a cow for a wife' when he returned for me. And can you believe he hates children?" Wendy continued, looking back up at Hook who gave her a plaintive look. "Sorry," she hastily amended. "But I'm speaking of all children in general, not the little miscreants that have been tormenting you since the beginning of time. Although it was you that tried to drown my little brothers and made me walk the plank. What had we done to you to make you hate us so?" Wendy then asked pointedly, making the usually bold man feel a bit self-conscious.

However instead of apologizing, Hook look rather annoyed as he pushed himself up from the bed. "I'm sure it's just a small thing to you," he began. "But Pan and his lot have attacked my ship and tried to kill me more times that I care to recount. How was I to know that you and your brothers were no different?"

Looking at the captain's handless right arm, it was Wendy's turn to look shame faced. "I guess I hadn't thought about it that way," she admitted. Her eyes suddenly widened as she contemplated her next thought. "Last time I saw you, you were-"

"Being swallowed alive by that wretched crocodile? Yes, something I will never forget no thanks to you and Pan. I sliced my way out of that beast from stem to stern and it is no more. I made sure of that. Pity I had my men dispose of it, the skin would have made a wonderful pair of shoes."

"You keep talking as if this is my fault!" Wendy all but shouted, growing annoyed by the minute. "I was just a little girl and had no idea about this feud between you and Peter until we came here!"

"Is that so?" Hook continued sounding disinterested.

"Yes it is so! We were in Neverland all of five minutes when you shot us out of the sky with your cannon."

"Well you foolish girl, perhaps you should choose your friends more wisely," the captain replied, turning his bare back to Wendy as he fiddled with something on his desk.

"Captain Hook, thank you for your hospitality and for tending to me last night," Wendy then stated in a polite yet distant tone. "But it is evident that I am not welcome here and I will no longer sully your ship with my presence."

At her words Hook turned around and leaned against his desk, looking most bemused. "Do whatever you wish my beauty; it is of no concern to me. But let me just point out that my cloak is to remain behind; it is my favorite."

Two red spots appeared on Wendy's cheeks when she remembered that she was still naked as the day she was born beneath the velvet. And she was certain that Hook had no spare dresses lying around his ship.

Seeing Wendy's hesitation, Hook practically growled with irritation as he stalked across the room. Opening a large wooden bureau he rummaged through it with his good hair for a moment. Finally coming across what he was looking for, he rushed back over to the bed with some fabric in his hand. Tossing an old but still fine light green silk shirt and a forgotten pair of brown breeches at Wendy, he looked at the girl with what appeared to be contempt.

"Apparently your childish mind still wishes me to play the proverbial villain," he began.

"Fine talk for the man that admitted he wants to use me as a tool in capturing Peter mere moments after I woke up!" Wendy spat back.

Captain Hook's eyes narrowed at the young woman as he walked away from her. "Get dressed and get out. I don't care where you go," he said before stalking out the cabin.

Fighting the urge to yell something nasty at the retreating figure, Wendy made sure that was no longer able to hear footsteps before getting out of the bed. Wincing as she felt her sore muscles ache in protest at the movement, she removed the cloak from her body and tossed it onto the bed and was naked save for the strips of cloth on her arms and legs. She then slipped the too long silk shirt over her head. The green silk hung just above knees yet she still felt too exposed so she then slipped on the breeches. The cuffs were a tad too long and she rolled them up at the bottom yet the breeches were still loose around her waist. Searching the cabin, Wendy came across a bit of rope and carefully tied it around her torso trying to avoid the bruising on her ribcage that the corset left behind. She had no shoes and resigned to going barefoot.

Holding her head high, Wendy walked out of the captain's room willing herself to ignore him if she saw him outside. However she deduced that he was positively incensed at her thus was nowhere to be found. Wendy then found herself on deck, mentally plotting her way off the ship when she heard a jolly voice greet her.

"Miss Wendy!" Mr. Smee said as he walked towards the young woman. "Cap'n said that I was to take ya ashore. Feelin' better now?"

"Yes, thank you," she uttered realizing that Smee must have been around to witness her less than conventional arrival.

After the grandfatherly man rowed her to land and bid her goodbye, Wendy took in the sights of the jungle. She'd been so desperate to return to the safety of her childhood home, yet was surprised when she found that her exuberance was lacking. Feeling her stomach growling, Wendy realized that she hadn't eaten since a fortnight and was surprised that she remembered which trees to pick fruit from. After devouring the remnants of some wild berries she happened upon the little house that the Lost Boys had built for her when she first visited.

Looking around she realized that she wasn't far from the hidden tree dwelling where Peter and the Lost Boys lived. Walking over to the familiar tree, Wendy remembered the branch that would gain her entry. After tugging down on it, the entrance sprang open. Feeling the tiniest bit awkward as she ducked beneath the low carved door in the large tree trunk, Wendy felt around for the slide and tumbled forth into the underground lair.
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