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Hook's Wendy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Peter Pan > AU/AR Views: 4195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Peace was a rare thing in this mystery of ill opinions known as Neverland. It was not always known as a sign of good or prosperity, as any peace in this place was known as the calm before a storm. Since James had returned to Neverland and reclaimed his ship and his command, there had not been a solid moment of quietness without some sort of huge interruption, plotting, or scheming behind it. Peter Pan had thought himself bored once before, but he was soon to find out what true boredom was.

Smee knocked to give warning before he entered the Captain’s cabin, carrying a full plate of food with him. He found James sitting at his desk quietly leaning back in his chair. Still, the Captain had not bothered to clean up for he was still feeling quite ill and his grief was nearly more then he could bare. There was another there with Hook. A very unhappy and frightened fairy fastened to his desk by the crude collar that had been fashioned for her before, this was the first time in quite a while it was clasped around her neck for she had earned the right to roam free without it as long as she stayed close to the Captain and did as he said. Somehow that privilege had been revoked and she was unable to escape no matter how hard she tried.

Quietly Smee set down the plate of food next to the Captain, removing the cover and putting it aside. James just stayed there motionless, no expression on his face starring into the abyss as his eyes rested on the fairy. The first mate had no clue what was going on but thought it best to stay out of it. “Capt’n, the doc says ye need to eat everythin’ I brought up to ye. It’s the best way and quickest way for ye to regain yer strength.” James said nothing and continued to sit motionless. Smee could feel a tension in the room that was even making him nervous. “I’ll . . . just go about my duties then . . . shall I. . .” He said taking a step back. Still no response came. Smee quickly departed to another area of the cabin seeing to his chores.

Aurora looked up at him and started signing words as fast as her little hands and arms could move, trying to tell him that she had nothing to do with Caitlin’s death, and she was so sorry for the loss of his woman. Her words were stopped short when James slammed his hook down, and it cut through the wood of his desk. “Her title was WIFE, not WOMAN you vile and disgusting little creature! You are not in a position to do anything but as I say. A simple phrase of six words will end your existence should I decide to recite them. So I suggest, that you stay silent and not mutter another word towards me without my first speaking to you.” He spat at her. Aurora’s wings drooped and her head hung low as she nodded silently. She sat down cross-legged on the desk, not knowing what else to do.

James roughly twisted his hook free from the wood of his desk and sat back in his chair once more; he closed his eyes and gave a sigh of defeat as he retreated back into his memories of his bride lost to the cursed creatures of this world. She had been trying so hard to fit into the role that had befallen her. Caitlin had tried to learn to be the mistress of the ship, and a wife to the Captain even though she did not choose to be any of these things. He couldn’t help but think that if he left her in her dorm room at that school in England she might still be alive, and might have even found happiness. How could he ever forgive himself for tearing her away from a chance at life, only for her to lose it before her time? Hook’s eyes remaining closed, he reached for the drawer of his desk opening it and taking out a bottle of rum.

Smee quickly rushed back to the Captain’s desk, “Capt’n, you don’t want to be doin’ that. It’ll just make ye sicker and ye’ll never recover enough to tend to the matters left at hand.” He said trying to stop him from abusing his body even more by pouring more spirits into it.” Hook’s eyes remained on Smee for several moments, when suddenly he set down the bottle of rum leaving it unopened. James closed his eyes once again and leaned his head back against the chair. The relieved first mate quickly stole the bottle from the Captain’s desk putting it away somewhere else that was not so close to his hand. “Capt’n, why don’t we go to the island and hunt down some lost boys? Ye know killin’ lost boys always cheers ye up.”

A sneer of disgust crossed James’ face, “Hang the lost boys. I’ve killed countless numbers of those putrid swine. Even if I wiped out their entire population it would not bring her back, nor avenge her death . . . .bring me a mermaid.” Smee stopped and turned around looking at the Captain in silent awe, not sure if he had heard the order correctly.

“Capt’n?” He questioned quietly, not sure what he had intended to do but was almost sure it was going to be evil and unpleasant. James grit his teeth together, having always hated to repeat orders.

“Are you daft man or just the world’s most accomplished fool? BRING ME A MEREMAID!” He opened his eyes standing up kicking the chair back moving around the desk towards his first mate. Hook’s teeth continued to grind as he made his orders even more specific trying to hold all his rage behind his teeth rather then letting them spew out. “Catch her, and bring her on the deck of the ship and be sure she is tied in a place where shade never touches the deck during the full course of sunlight.” He was so close to Smee now, he could look down into his eyes as he loomed over him. Hook reached up with his Iron appendage and twisted the front of Smee’s shirt around nearly lifting him off the floor.

“They have demonstrated time and time again what happens to the air breathing creatures that walk on land when they fall into their grasp. I will show them what happens to the sea creatures when they fall into my hands.” Hook threw him against the door, “GO!! IMMEDIATELY!” he shouted. Smee scrambled to his feet as quickly as possible and exited the cabin with great haste. Once the doors were closed again, James suddenly felt very weak and drained falling against the wall. Putting his hand up to his head a moment, he quickly shook it off. Refusing to submit to the weak impulses that ran through his body. Aurora watched him a moment before standing to her feet, her small wings fluttering slowly.

James pushed himself up to his feet and started to walk a few steps, but as he looked around it felt as if the room was spinning about him. He began to sway and reached up rubbing his eyes slightly trying to clear his vision. Aurora frowned watching his eyes glaze over, as he fell again catching himself on a nearby chair. Hook was far from well and in all honesty, no matter how strong he was in heart his body should not have been out of bed yet. James could feel himself losing the battle quickly as he closed his eyes and called out, “ca. . . Caitlin!!” and fell on the floor losing conscience. Aurora began to flutter her wings quickly pulling hard against her restraint, now that hook was not watching her she felt able to free herself.

Reaching up she quickly unclasped the small rope that made the leash to her collar and flew down to James. Closing her eyes she began to whisper little chants and produced a gold colored dust that seem to glow, blowing it into his mouth and pulling his lips closed with all her strength. She continued to chant until he swallowed it then released his lips looking down at him. Her eyes shifted towards the wounds on his body, and she moved down quickly tearing the cloth away from his arm so she could see. Waiting a moment afraid that her spell didn’t work, she suddenly gave a sigh of relief seeing his wounds start to close and heal 100 times faster then they would on their own.

Walking over she sat down on his hook starring at him. While in his sleep he murmured the same name he had been calling out in his sleep night after night, “ . . . Caitlin . . .” If only she were big, if only she were 30 times bigger then she was now, she could make him feel better and forget that girl. To bad she was dead, Aurora took great joy in torturing her when she slept.

Deep inside of the lost boys’ new hideout, Caitlin’s eyes opened once again having rested long enough. She didn’t quite understand what had happened or where she was, and she slowly sat up. Her body was sore and full of aches and pains in places she didn’t even know she had. Frowning as she looked around, it was dark in a small cave like room. As her eyes moved around the walls she saw a large rock rolled in front of what looked to be the only way in or out. Getting to her feet still feeling a bit sick, she walked over to the rock and put her shoulder against it, trying to move it out of the way but it didn’t give an inch. Sighing she turned around inspecting the rest of her new cell. The only light that came into the room was a single window. At least two feet tall and two feet wide with crude bars to block her escape, and the ground outside was level with the bottom frame.

“James?” She whispered as she walked slowly towards the window, stepping on a rock as she tried to see outside. Suddenly a stick came poking at her through the bars, catching her in the shoulder and shoving her off the rock. Her balance had not fully returned yet and she fell to the ground with a hard thud. Sitting up she looked towards the window to find the faces of two boys looking down at her.

“Don’t try anything lady, we’re watching you.” Caitlin sighed still a bit disorientated and confused. Rubbing her shoulder she looked around again, finding the only thing in the small chamber besides her was a blanket to lay on, a blanket to cover her and a pillow. Cat reached up touching her lips feeling very parched as if she hadn’t had a drink of water in days. Looking down at her arms she found deep cuts and scratches that looked as if they were made by claws of some sort. Reaching up she found more on her neck, and reaching down she found a few on her belly and legs. Yet for some reason there were no blood stains on her nightgown or on her skin.

Crawling back over to the small crude excuse for a bed, she lay down and pulled the cover over her, finding chills running down her spine and a pounding headache she couldn’t escape from. “James . . .” She whispered tears filling her eyes, “where are you? What’s happened?” Closing her eyes she pulled the blanket over her head as if she was trying to hide from the entire world.

Meanwhile, James still lay asleep in the middle of the floor in his cabin having strange dreams. He dreamed he was back in England, walking through a large hall. There were large white pillars on either side of his path, and at the end of the row, a sort of alter stood there as if it were part of some church or religious ceremony. He could not understand what he was doing in this place, or why. However, his eyes suddenly turned to a large, black, table like form, a few feet in front of the alter and the candles seemed to come alive and burn on their own, bringing light to the darkness. Walking forward, he found the black was merely a cloth covering a body.

He felt his stomach turn and reached for the cloth, but paused finding his hook gone and his lost hand in its place. As if it had never been absent. He looked at both hands turning them over, they were his and he was whole. His eyes turned back to the cloth as he grasped it and slowly pulled it back. Their lie Caitlin’s naked body, lain out on the table waiting to be prepared for a proper burial. Quickly he kneeled next to the table looking down at her, a pale gray color to her skin as death’s cold grasp held her tightly in its fist.

Tears welled up in James eyes as he looked down at her, “Oh my love.” Reaching up with his hand, he began to stroke those golden locks that he had so loved to run his fingers through in the darkness of the night. “My sweet . . . . angel of mercy.” His voice broke and he lay his head down on her chest weeping, as he had been unable to do since he watched her dragged away by those hideous demons of hell. “Forgive me . . . please, forgive me.”

Every emotion that had been ripping him apart seemed to flow out of him, as he held to her tightly. Suddenly he felt arms around him, and slowly he raised his head finding Caitlin’s eyes had opened and the rose color of her cheeks had returned. She began to move and he could feel her delicate hand tenderly caressing his face. James closed his eyes and leaned his cheek further into her gentle touch, placing his hand over hers. After a moment he laced his fingers through hers and held her hand tightly to his chest, looking down at her once again.

Even in his sleep, and his strange and mysterious dream he could feel his heart ache wanting to hold her against him once more. His blue eyes stayed on hers as he slowly began to lean down, but stopped as if he was unsure he should continue. Her free hand reached up and gently rested on his shoulder giving a comforting touch, before sliding behind his neck and pulling him down into a loving kiss. It felt so real, just like the countless times he had held her in his arms and lavished kisses on her soft sweet mouth. As the kiss came to an end, he looked down into her beautiful eyes getting lost in them once more. They were so alive, loving and carrying as she gazed up at him. James couldn’t stop himself and he consumed her mouth once more wrapping his arms around her holding her tight.

It was more out of desperation to hold onto her, than it was passion and he held her against him unwilling to let her go. Yet it was a dream, and in his heart he knew none of this was real. “You have to go James.” He heard her voice whisper in his ear.

“No, I want to stay here with you. Do not leave me again my precious wife I cannot bare to be parted from you again.” He could feel her pull back enough so she could look him in the eyes. Her hands rested on each side of his face, as she tenderly caressed his cheeks.

“Find me James.” Her voice whispered as she looked into his eyes as if trying to tell him something, although he didn’t quite understand what. “Find me.” She repeated with a trembling voice still looking into his eyes. Hook could feel her and everything else around him start to fade. Shaking his head he wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly once again.

“No, no I do not want to leave!” He cried out in desperation. James could feel her soft and gentle hands running over his back as if trying to comfort him. “Caitlin stay, please stay with me, do not leave. Do NOT leave!” The Captain shouted trying to order her to stay.

Her voice said softly, “Wake up Captain, wake up.” Closing his eyes tight he tried to hold on longer. “No, I refuse.” The words repeated but Caitlin’s voice faded and the words came with that of Smee’s voice.

“Capt’n wake up! Come on Capt’n ye’ve had another spell!” The first mate repeated shaking his commander’s shoulder trying to get his eyes to open. Slowly Hook’s eyes came to life as he lay on the floor, his face against the carpet. Seeing this Smee reached down, “Come on Capt’n lets get ye off the floor.” He reached under James arms and got him to his knees so that he could wrap one of Hook’s arms around his neck and lift him off the floor. Aurora watched quietly sitting on James desk, having replaced her collar and the leash that held her there.

“We have to find her.” James said breathlessly, Smee looked up at Hook in complete silence. “We have to find her now. I must see her at once.” He said again removing Smee’s arm from around his body pushing him away heading for his closet.

“What? Capt’n, find who?” Smee questioned quickly following after the anxious man. Hook went into his closet pulling out a set of clothes, coming back out and throwing them on the bed.

“I know she is out there somewhere. I shall retrieve her and bring her back where she belongs.” Smee looked at him in shock; it was utter madness that must have taken over the Captains senses. Quickly he walked around the Captain’s bed where he could look at him and see him better.

“Capt’n, yer ill you need more rest, ye can’t leave the ship now, yer not strong enough.” James didn’t answer and peeled off his under shirt that he had worn for days putting on a clean one. He was in great need of a bath but had no time for one now. His dream was still fresh in his mind and he felt as if she was calling to him for help. “Capt’n, ye can’t find her we all saw her taken by the mermaids. No one has ever survived being thrown to the mermaids, and ye know why.” James stopped his changing of clothes starring into the void as he had been doing for days. Smee’s reminding him of the knowledge they possessed about the subject pulled him back to his senses.

His first mate walked to him still looking at his face, “Capt’n . . . ye know what they do with the ones they catch. Ye know why they drown them and drag their bodies away. For the same reason we hunt animals on shore and bring them back to the ship.” James jaw clinched as his teeth began to grind. He knew, he knew all too well from the times they had not bothered to drag their carrion away from the ship and feasted right then and there before the eyes of every man aboard. “I’m sorry Capt’n. There wouldn’t be much left of her, and we couldn’t tell the difference even if we happened upon her.”

“Did you do as I ordered Smee.” James said coldly, almost in a trance like state. Smee blinked at his sudden change of interest, and wasn’t quite sure why he suddenly felt uneasy.

“Aye Capt’n . . . we did, and she be tied down tight just as ye said.” Hook threw down his vest only wearing his white peasant undershirt and headed for the double doors of the cabin, throwing them open recklessly heading for their captive. Smee followed after him as quickly as he could, but James was far too fast for him. The men aboard all looked up seeing their Captain for the first time in days, not sure about what was going on, as he seemed extremely upset.

James stopped when he saw a black haired mermaid lying on the deck in the sun, stretched out and tied down with ropes. Hook walked around her looking down at her, still a cold and heartless _expression on his face. Her eyes stayed on him as she hissed and bore her teeth at him. The Captain could see her scales only starting to dry and the deck still wet beneath her, letting him know she had not been captive for very long. James kneeled down beside her just silently glaring into her face. Finally Smee caught up to the Captain breathing hard stopping on the steps. James eyes shifted up towards Smee “Retrieve my case of hooks immediately.”

Smee was out of breath and tired, as he was much older then the Captain and extremely out of shape, giving a loud sigh and rolling his eyes he turned and headed down the stairs to do as he was ordered. James eyes turned back down to the creature of the sea as her evil and demonic eyes starred up at him. “You have something that I believe belongs to me. A ring encrusted with jewels that belonged to my wife who you and the rest of your kind butchered alive a few nights ago. I want it returned immediately.” Her eyes narrowed and she hissed and spat at him. James eyes started to darken and turned black as he looked down at her.

Smee returned shortly nearly dying for lack of air, setting the box down next to James. Hook’s eyes remained on the mermaid that was laid out before him. “Leave us.” The first mate looked at the Captain confused, as he had never sent him away before. James eyes shifted up towards the little old man repeating his order through his teeth. “LEAVE us.” Smee was no fool and he stood up taking a step back, staying for only a second longer before disappearing.

Hook’s eyes returned to the creature. “Where is my late wife’s wedding ring you disgusting foul mouthed, mistake of nature? Do not make me repeat myself again; I despise having to reiterate my questions.” She began to make a rattling sound in her throat much like the one a rattlesnake makes before it strikes, even though she was completely at his mercy with the way she had been tied. Hook shook his head and opened his box of alternate iron replacements for the device that now took the place of his lost hand.

Smee and the other crewmembers waited on the main deck looking around at each other in silence, as a sort of darkness seemed to cover the ship. It had been some time since the Captain was left by himself on the upper deck one of the staircases led to, and horrid sounds came from above. The kind of sounds that turned the men’s stomachs and made chills run down their spines. Not long after silence replaced the pain like sounds, the Captain appeared at the top of the stairs and all eyes turned up to find a ghastly and grotesque sight awaiting them.

James white undershirt was almost completely red with red and black blood. It was so abundant; it was dripping off his arms and off his hand and his hook. There was even blood on his face, the kind one might see on a person who was standing in front of someone when their throat was cut. A new sense of fear washed over the entire population of the Jolly Rodger as their deranged and surely mad Captain descended the stairs, taking out a handkerchief wiping his face and hands. The men on deck parted giving him a clear path across the ship not wishing to get in his path less their blood was the next to be spilt. Even Smee was a bit in shock.

“Tell the cook I expect the crew to be dining on fish fillets this evening.” Smee shook his head a little in surprise as he took a step towards the Captain. “Capt’n . . .” James stopped and turned around. His face extremely close to Smee’s as he glared into his eyes. Smee immediately quieted seeing the dark color that replaced his normally blue eyes. James turned on his heel and started up the steps that led to his cabin, “I expect another to be tied in the same spot tomorrow Mr. Smee.
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