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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
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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Many thanks to : Dancingsalome, Jane and Ancientgirl for their splendid reviews, and to those reading this piece of fiction! This is actually begging to be quite a treat to write, and I’m very glad my Hook has been well received! I must say, I wouldn’t mind being held captive by the lovely Captain Hook myself! -R.H.J. )-^
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Dark and Sinister man, have at thee!
When the initial fear had worn off at Hook’s words, Wendy could only look at her childhood nemesis in exhausted fury. But it was a useless emotion to waste on a man like James Hook, and a moment such as this, for at this moment, Wendy was very tightly bound and completely unable to escape.
It was strange though, Wendy noted as she looked to the storybook Captain, that to her he seemed even more real than from her childhood. But, also so out of place here before her.
"No tears?" Hook suddenly teased openly. The sharp tip of his hook had come to graze her cheek as he spoke.
Wendy turned her head from the hook jerkily, her heart racing at that icy touch.
She struggled still, but her shoulders were begging to pain her as her hands were pulled tightly behind her back.
"Here." The Captain said softly, as his arms came to encircle Wendy. Startled, she pulled back and looked to him in horror.
"Do you not wish for your shoulders to have some reprieve?"
Her knees were still painfully close to the Captain's, and she was trying to regulate her breathing as he stared down at her with a knowing smirk upon his cruel lips. Her cheeks reddened at that look.
"Yes sir."
Wendy had always known that it wasn't proper to be this close to a man unless she and Hook were betrothed. At that sudden repulsive thought, Wendy choked on a dark laugh.
But his arms were around her tightly then, pressing his chest against her own. She flushed, knowing he could have easily gone behind her chair to do such an act. But it was the power he had over her, she knew.
She felt his hook slowly sawing the thick rope bound around her wrists, and she feared he would grow sloppy in his work. She did not wish to lose any appendage, even as small as a finger.
But he was so close to her, so close she could smell the gunpowder upon his clothing, the tobacco scent that had gotten caught in his hair. It was a dangerous combination the two, something that had her more than uneasy.
She wondered why he frightened her so much more now, than when she had been young. She deemed in the end that she had been much too naive those years ago. Now, she knew of the world and its horrors. She knew of death and of true fear, and she knew of men and their wants.
His cheek was almost resting against her own now, as he continued his work on her bound wrists.
The dynamic between she and Hook had certainly changed. She was no longer the small child and he the large monster. She was almost a woman, and he a man. A horrid man at that, but purely a man in the end.
"How you've changed." Hook absently whispered heavily to her, almost reading her prior thoughts. She found no use in replying to him.
Moments later she faintly felt his remaining fingers trace lightly against her bound knuckles and she contained a shiver.
It was a soothing sensation, brought on by those murderous fingers, although Wendy would never admit it. Soothing was not a work associated with Captain Hook. This moment was more than disorienting.
Again there was that moment of recollection, as if she were missing something so important to do with Hook. Surely it was because she'd been from Neverland so long. Memories of her time here were often fuzzy.
"Much better." Hook suddenly murmured in her ear, his lower lip grazing her ear before he pulled back.
So in a daze had she been, Wendy didn't even notice that her wrists were now bound in front of her, resting dejectedly on her lap.
She felt her face flush angrily at her own lack of concentration. Did she think this was a joke? That he didn't intend on murdering her the moment he felt the desire? She was too late.
Moments passed slowly, the rocking of the ship seemed to stop, and Wendy noticed the sky outside was a midnight blue. For some reason, this reminded her of the Captain's own eyes, such a brilliant shade of blue and so she looked to him.
She saw the familiar weathered face of a man that had been through much, with dark curls that cascaded down his shoulders. The minor beard growth and glossy trademark moustache. The mouth she viewed was curved into a familiar sneer, and she recalled that he was most sinister when polite.
When she viewed his profile a moment, she noticed he had a truly regal quality to him, as if he'd been born into privilege, and only in his late life come to know the life of a pirate.
But it was his eyes she would recall forever, for when he was calm there were a most serene blue that made her think of the clearest sky, though they were indeed melancholy. But when he was vexed they did indeed obtain a piercing red hue.
At it was then, as she looked to the profile of Captain James Hook, that it all came together. Suddenly, as if hit with a thunderbolt, she knew the reason of her curiosity.
"How did you ever escape?" Wendy said in a soft voice, her eyes drawing to the captain's rough face.
She saw mirrored confusion in those pale blue eyes of his, and a vulnerable aura as she realized he had no idea of what she was referring to.
But how could she or he have ever forgotten? Slowly Wendy's mind was coming together, for Hook's final moment.
Hook was fighting now without hope. That passionate breast no longer asked for life; but for one boon it craved: to see Peter show bad form before it was cold forever.
Seeing Peter slowly advancing upon him through the air with dagger poised, Hook sprang upon the bulwarks to cast himself into the sea. He did not know that the crocodile was waiting for him for the clock had been stopped.
He had one last triumph. As he stood on the bulwark looking over his shoulder at Peter gliding through the air, he invited him with a gesture to use his foot. It made Peter kick instead of stab.
At last Hook had got the boon for which he craved.
"Bad form," he cried jeeringly, and went content to the crocodile.
"Thus perished James Hook."
"What did you just say?"
Wendy's glazed eyes grew alert, as she looked back to the irritated Captain. She hadn't realized she'd said the final words aloud.
"You were killed." Wendy finally spoke hollowly, looking to Hook as if he were a living ghost. "By that horrid crocodile."
"Silly girl." Hook snidely remarked after moments had passed. "You haven't the faintest what you're talking about."
But his eyes were the true testament, for they were troubled, Wendy could plainly see.
Suddenly there were cries from the deck, and Wendy saw several shipmates rushing by the cabin window. She looked up to see Hook's prior look of worry replaced with malicious glee.
Smee suddenly burst into the cabin, panting and looking crazily to Hook. "Captain!" he said breathlessly. "He's here!"
And Wendy knew at that moment who was causing the disturbance. She knew that she had not been forgotten.
"Peter." Wendy breathed in hope, her voice momentarily drowning in relief. Hook's smirk immediately dropped, and he stood up.
"Get the cannons ready!" He shouted at Smee, who nodded and slammed the door after his departure.
"And now for you."
Hook said he as he began advancing on the nearby Wendy, grasping her upper arm tightly in his left hand.
"Pick up that lantern." He ordered gruffly.
Wendy squealed in pain at his grasp, but through her wrist's confinement, she eventually grasped the rusty lantern momentarily.
But as he tried to pull Wendy along, her legs locked in fear. Did he intend on murdering her? Hanging her off the side of the boat?
"Come with me. Now." Hook snarled, raising his hook at the level of Wendy's eyes and she held in a gasp. "Of course you're familiar with this, aren't you my dear?"
Wendy said nothing, but as the hook drew nearer, her eyes grew wider.
"Unless you wish to have a rather unfortunate reunion, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and obey my orders." Hook added roughly, dragging a staggering Wendy along with him into the darkness.
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"Advance!" Peter shouted as he and the Lost Boys boarded the Jolly Roger, their weapons raised, and war paint all over their faces.
The pirates waited eagerly, their countless scars and tattoos their only war paint.
There was a great loud noise from both sides, and young versus old were caught once more in a timeless battle.
With one, legendry leading figure conspicuously absent.
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"Where are you taking me?"
Wendy's voice was high and quaking. She and Hook had rushed into a dark and unknown room and he had been uncharacteristically silent.
"Silence." Hook murmured dangerously and poor Wendy obliged.
Hook began to tap the heel of his boots against the floor from time to time. Wendy felt the wooden floorboards under her bare feet, and suddenly felt as they grew more flimsy and Hook's tapping ceased to come again. Strange.
Hook's hand was then removed from her upper arm, and that made her more frightened. For at least in his grasp, she knew fear was still yet to come. Without warning, Hook had taken and lit the lantern she’d been holding. It blazed up, casting dark shadows all around the small and unfamiliar room. He quickly placed it on the ground at his feet, his eyes never leaving her frame.
Wendy watched in mute shock as Hook then removed the revolver from its holster on his belt. It gleamed sinisterly in the candlelight and caused a small wave of nausea to pass through her.
"Please..." Wendy begged shakily, her eyes glued onto the large revolver. "No."
Hook pointed the weapon at Wendy lazily, ignoring her cries. She shut her eyes tightly, turning her head on instinct.
She heard faint clicking and shuffling from in front of her, and she shuddered.
"Open your eyes, girl." Hook said scornfully, and she did so eventually. Before her lay a small square in the floor, big enough for a grown man to fit into. Beside it, lay the small wooden square which when replaced in the holes opening would easily mask the hiding place.
She realized that the Captain had only brandished his gun in the first place, should she attempt to run whilst he opened the top of the secret cove below the floorboards.
"I've read of these." Wendy said in shock at his actions and her life still intact. She knew that the pirates had obviously made some sort of solitary confinement, or prison in the bottom level of the ship.
"I have no doubt of that." Hook said distractedly before coming over to the wary girl.
His left hand seized her arm again, and he pushed her towards the hole. "You wish me to go down into it?" Wendy said in the wake of her dawning comprehension of the situation.
"What else?" Hook said surprised. "There are steps for your footing."
"But, it's so very dark." Wendy argued, her voice quivering slightly.
Now Wendy Darling was a brave girl, she had fought pirates, flown into the clouds, walked the plank and lived through finishing school, but there is always something to be feared in dark and unknown places.
Wendy pushed herself backwards, not caring if she was nearer to Hook. She backed away from the hole until her back was against the tall captain's chest. She heard him sigh in irritation and his hand was removed from her arm.
"Then the choice is up to you, dear girl." Hook said, the cold feel of the weapon's mouth upon Wendy's temple and the metallic click of the trigger suddenly echoing in her ears. "Which do you fear more? Momentary darkness? Or my revolver?"
Moments later, Wendy was tentatively making her way down the shaky steps, leading into the underbelly of the ship. The sound of water was more prominent, and she suddenly felt extremely suffocated.
It was a small room, one that she could sit in comfortably. She placed the lantern on the floor before her, and it lit the small space. Wendy was pleased to note that the small hiding place held nothing of the frightening nature.
She knew Hook intended on leaving her here until the battle was over. She was his souvenir. She also knew, that should Hook lose the battle, Peter would never think to look for her here.
She was surprised to see Hook descend down the steps to join her moments later. Hiding from this battle? What a coward.
"Do you not care if your men are slain?" Wendy whispered testily, looking to Hook with irritation.
"Pan may attempt to slay as many of my men as he desires." Hook said almost lazily. "He will never find you down here, my dear. He will never get his greedy little hands on you, and that is more valuable to me than the life of those pathetic miscreants on deck."
"How cruel you are." Wendy whispered sadly, feeling pity for those who had wronged her. This was much to grown up a feeling, Wendy eventually decided.
Hook let himself gaze at the solemn girl a moment, before letting his good hand fall onto the nearby kneecap.
Wendy started at the contact, and her eyes widened as Hook looked piercing into her face.
"Take your hands off of me, sir." Wendy almost growled, her eyes darkening.
"So grown up." Hook said, musingly. "And yet so naïve…Do you not wonder why Pan brought you back after all these years, Miss Darling?"
Wendy started at him blankly, her eyes unwaveringly blank. She hadn’t a clue to what he was alluding.
"No," Hook said removing his hand from her knee. "I don't suppose you do."
He moved then to the steps, preparing to leave her down below while the battle raged on up top. But evidently he wasn’t the coward she’d believe him to be moments before.
"But what if something happens?" Wendy began to cry shrilly, trying to rise to her feet. "What if the ship begins to sink?"
Hook turned slowly, his light eyes merrily taking all of her anxiety and fear in, drinking it like some aged drink he enjoyed imbibing.
"Knowing I have you waiting for me, here in my grasp," Hook said sinisterly as he looked the disheveled young woman up and down. "Will surely motivate me to victory."
Wendy turned her stricken face from him then, wishing nothing more than to slap that knowing smirk right off of his pallid face.
"Until then, I bid you farewell, my beauty."
It was then with a dashing tip of his dark hat in Wendy's direction, that Hook rushed up the rickety stairs, and quickly closed the small square of light. This small ray of light that had been Wendy's only real means of hope.

^-( Note: It should be mentioned, that I paraphrased quite closely the section of Wendy’s recollection of Hook’s first 'death', only because its written by Barrie with such beautiful flair! -r.h.j. )-^
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