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Regrets of Revenge	By : roxnn2005 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5890 -:- 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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I don't own Peter Pan, but I do own Samantha and Ronny. Enjoy!

Samantha may seem to be acting a little childish in this chapter, but something happens to her that is kind of a shock so it is to be expected. Hook is also a little OOC.

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Lunch was an interesting affair.

Hook was amazed by how much food Sam could eat, being as small as she was. They were enjoying ham, mashed potatoes, rice, and green beans and almost all of it was gone.

Sam smiled as she took another scoop of rice and placed it on her plate. “I have never been this hungry in my life.”

Hook sat back and enjoyed his cup of rum. He had already eaten his fill and was entertained by how much the girl could eat.

“I never would have thought that any woman could eat as much as you just have,” he said as she swallowed another mouthful of rice. She shrugged.

“I have always been a big eater.”

Hook took another sip of his rum. The cabin had warmed up enough that the girl had removed his jacket, but she still hadn’t returned it to him. Instead it just lay bunched around her slender waist.

“So, why did the weather change so drastically?”

Hook raised an eyebrow. “Did Miss Wendy not explain how the weather in Neverland works?”

Sam took another bite off her fork and shook her head. Hook sighed.

“The weather is affected by the emotions of one little boy.”

Sam nodded. “Pan,” she said nodding. “That’s so fucking stupid.”

Hook almost spit out the rum he was drinking. He couldn’t believe the language this girl was using.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s fucking stupid that the whole of Neverland has to be subjected to the emotions of one little boy through drastic changes in the weather. What asshole came up with that idea?”

Sam looked up at Hook’s shocked expression and rolled her eyes.

“I know. I know, I swear worse than a sailor, but that’s just how I am.”

“My dear, that was worse than any pirate I have ever heard.”

Sam shrugged before pushing her plate away. “I’m stuffed.”

Hook took another sip of his rum before standing. “I was starting to think you would never stop.”

Sam narrowed her eyes before standing and walking to her bag. Hook watched her with wary eyes. She dug through all her clothes until she found what she was looking for. A small device with some sort of string attached to it. At the other end of the string, it split into two ends.

Sam took each end of the string and placed them in her ears before turning to the small square device in her hands and pushing a button. Her head started bobbing and she smiled to herself.

Her smile was quite charming, if Hook did say so himself. It was one of those smiles that lit up a room, or would warm up a heart when aimed at a certain person. For a moment, Hook wished it were aimed at him.

She started humming a strange tune, even singing a bit. The song was one he had never heard.

Sam closed her eyes and blocked everything out, including the pirate-captain standing nearby. It was something she did quite often. With her mind blocking everything out, it was no wonder what she did next.

With the music flowing through her Sam started dancing to it. Hook almost dropped his glass of rum. Her hips were swaying to an invisible beat that only she could hear. It was quite a seductive dance.

She moved about the cabin with her eyes closed. Every now and again she would bump into sometimes but she would just laugh and then move in another direction. Eventually she maneuvered her way around Hook’s desk until she bumped into Hook himself.

Her eyes opened as she bumped into the softer object. She looked up at the fearsome pirate, as her face became bright red. She removed her earphones and looked up at him quite embarrassed.

“Sorry, I was lost in my own world. I do that occasionally,” she said looking up at him.

A strange noise came to Hook’s ears as she spoke causing him to look for the source. Sam smiled. It was her music that he was hearing.

She pushed another button and the music stopped. Hook looked down at her suddenly, with his piercing blue eyes. Samantha couldn’t breathe.

He was so handsome that she couldn’t look away. His blue eyes felt like they were piercing through to her very soul.

Hook was himself enamored with the young girl. Her gray eyes were filled with adventure and surprise while her cheeks were still red with embarrassment as her blonde hair framed her oval face.

The ship suddenly jolted, knocking Sam into Hook’s chest. It took her several seconds to realize that she was pressed against him and that his right arm was around her.

She pulled away so fast that she fell to the ground. Hook looked down at the girl, while both were trying to figure out exactly what had happened.

A knock on the cabin door brought them back into their reality. Hook moved to the door as quickly as he could, glad for the distraction of what he was feeling.

It was Smee at the door. “Cap’n, it’s Pan.” Hook moved out of the cabin, his eyes on the skies, leaving Sam on the floor alone.

Sam heard what was occurring, but she didn’t dare move. Something was going on that was bigger than anything she had ever known. Whatever it was, she didn’t know if it was something she wanted or if it was something she didn’t.

Hook was outside yelling, but Sam didn’t know what he was saying. She had to get out of there before something else happened.

Sam stood and looked at the windows in the cabin. They were big enough that she could climb out of them. She could swim to Neverland and perhaps find Peter Pan that her Granny often spoke of. He wouldn’t hesitate to take her back to London if she asked him.

Sam moved back to her bag, but then realized that she couldn’t take it with her. The electronic stuff would get water in it and not work anymore. She sighed and only grabbed her bear. It wasn’t like she was going to remain here any longer anyways and she could always buy new things.

Using one of Hook’s sashes, Sam tied her small bear to her body before opening a window to find it surprisingly warm outside. Slowly she leaned out of the window and looked down at the water and then up at the island.

“Looks like it’ll take a while to get there, but that’s okay. Anything to get home to Granny, and keep Hook from having his revenge.”

Sam climbed out the window and jumped into the water below.

The first thing she noticed was how cold the water was. It was warmer than one would thing after being covered in ice, but still cold enough to make her want out of it fast. Whatever had Hook distracted was hopefully enough to let her get away before anything else happened.

Checking to make sure her bear was still firmly attached, Samantha started swimming toward the island. Luckily she had been on a swim team at her last high school, for the whole three months she was there anyways.

It was tiring, but Sam knew she had to reach that island not only for her Granny, but also for her own peace of mind.

Hook tried again to get the damn flying pest, but once again Pan escaped his clutches. The battle had just been for fun for Pan. He flew in close, just enough to annoy Hook, before flying back up into the cotton candy colored clouds. He did this several times, each time avoiding the cannonball that Hook had planned for him, before finally flying off to the island, leaving Hook in defeat once again.

His crew stayed away from him, each knowing what would happen if they ventured too close. Hook’s eyes glowed red as she slammed his hook down onto the ship’s railing. His eyes scanned the island for where Peter had disappeared. Since the incident with Wendy, Pan had moved his hideout elsewhere on the island.

No one knew where it was except for his newest batch of Lost Boys, each too loyal to Pan to be swayed.

Hook returned to his cabin, angry at being defeated yet again by a boy. He walked over to his desk and was about to sit down when her heard something crack under his feet.

He looked down and there was the same object Sam had been holding earlier that had produced all those strange sounds, now broken under his feet.

Hook looked around his cabin and saw no sign of Sam there. “Come out,” he said forcefully. It was then he noticed the open window. He rushed over the window and looked out. There in the distance was a small object swimming toward the island.

“Blast that girl,” he said rushing out of his cabin. “Smee,” he said exiting his cabin, “get a long boat ready. The girl has escaped and we must reach her before she gets to the island.”

The boat was readied very quickly, in hopes of avoiding the captain’s temper. Hook climbed into the boat along with a couple other pirates. They headed off in the direction that Sam was as fast as they could.

Sam’s arms and legs were burning. She was swimming as fast as she could to get to the island. All her thoughts were on getting home to Granny and seeing her smiling face. Sam was so preoccupied with the island, that she didn’t notice the creatures below her, until one grabbed her.

Without warning she was pulled under the water. Sam looked all around her as she struggled back to the surface. There was the creature holding her ankle under the water. Looking down, Sam almost screamed.

It was a mermaid, like the one’s in her Granny’s stories. Smiling wickedly, the mermaid held her down just far enough to where she could reach her hands above the surface, but not get the air she needed.

Sam fought desperately against the mermaid, praying against all things holy that she would not die here.

She was beginning to feel light-headed due to the lack of oxygen as her arms flailed about in the air. She started to panic as she kicked against the mermaid’s hand that was holding her in place.

It was starting to get black around her eyes and she knew that if she didn’t get air soon she would pass out.

Sam couldn’t fight anymore as she let out the air she had been holding onto desperately. The darkness started to completely consume her when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, out of the grasp of the mermaid.

She started coughing and grasping to the first thing she could reach. It was rather soft and velvety under her fingers. She vaguely remembered that someone was holding her and that she was sitting in someone’s lap, but it wasn’t until she heard his voice that she realized what had happened.

“Now you know better than to try and escape from me,” Hook said causing the cold, wet girl to look up at him. It was his lap she was sitting in and his jacket she was grasping. She looked around her and there was Smee and two other pirates and there in the distance, but getting closer with every second, was the Jolly Roger.

It was then that she remembered her bear. She glanced down and there, still attached to her waist, was her small teddy bear.

“Thank God,” she said as she grabbed her bear and hugged it to her chest. Hook was a little surprised at this childish action, but it didn’t repulse him. In fact, it made his chest warm up as he saw the happiness on her face.

The air chilled her wet skin so she snuggled unknowingly closer to Hook to keep warm. Hook didn’t move as girl curled up closer to him. It was quite nice despite the fact she was soaking wet.

When they finally reached the Jolly Roger, Hook forced the girl to climb the ladder before him. Sam climbed slowly up the ladder before climbing over the edge of the ship and onto the deck, still clutching her bear close. Within seconds Hook was at her side with his right arm around her waist, guiding her to his cabin.

Sam couldn’t believe what had almost happened to her. She had almost died out there. She would never have seen her family again, never known what it was like to find bliss in the arms of the one she loved, never been a mother, and so many other things she had yet to experience.

Hook was livid. Those mermaids were all in these waters around Neverland and it was by extreme luck that he had gotten to her before she drowned.

Hook opened the door to his cabin and escorted the girl in before violently slamming the door behind him.

“Just what the hell were you thinking?” he yelled at her. Sam kept her back to him. Hook walked passed the wet girl and continued to yell at her while making himself a glass of rum.

“Do you have any idea what would have happened if we hadn’t reached you in time? You would have died. Is that what you wanted? To never see your family again?”

Hook waited for an answer, but didn’t get one. He turned around and noticed that the girl was just standing there holding onto that wet bear like it was a lifeline. Her blonde hair was hanging around her face as she stared at the ground.

“Answer me girl!”

Still she said nothing. Hook crossed the room and lifted her chin with his hook. The sight there frightened him.

There were no tears on her face or in her eyes. Her gray eyes that so recently held all her emotions were now just void of any emotions at all. They were lifeless almost.

“Girl?”

“I have a name,” she said. No anger or resentment, just fact.

“I know that,” Hook said a little softer. “It’s Samantha isn’t it?”

She nodded as she held her bear closer to her chest. Hook noticed this and looked down at the bear.

“Does your bear have a name?” he asked, really not caring, but wanting her to relax a bit. He wanted her to go back to the way she was before.

“His name is Ronny,” she said in that same lifeless tone.

Hook nodded. He held out his left hand. “Can I see him?”

The seventeen-year-old tightened her grip on the bear. For the first time since he met her he heard fear in her voice. “You’ll hurt him.”

Hook wanted to roll his eyes, but the sight of fear on the girl’s face was quite alarming. She had never shown fear to him even when faced with a near death experience at the end of it.

“I won’t hurt him. I just want to set him over there by the fire so he’ll dry.”

Sam’s gray eyes connected with his blue ones. “You promise?”

Hook nodded. “I promise, and I am a man of my word.”

Sam looked back down at Ronny before placing him gently into Hook’s outstretched hand. She watched him carefully as he placed the bear by the open stove near the fire, but far enough away that he would burn.

Sam kept her eyes on the bear, even as Hook approached her. He blocked her line of vision forcing her to look up at him.

For several moments he just stood there looking down at the girl. She seemed to be coming back to reality after her near death experience.

Hook looked down at the girl and noticed that she was slightly shivering. “You need to take off those wet clothes and put on some dry ones or you’ll catch cold.”

“What does it matter?” Hook raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m in a place where no one really cares about me, so why should I bother with changing clothes or getting warm again. The only person here I know is you,” Sam said looking up at him. “You who don’t care for anyone but yourself. You stay here in this little fantasy world fighting with a little boy who flies. So, what should it matter if I change clothes or not, you don’t care.”

Hook said nothing, just walked passed her and opened the cabin door. He turned back and looked at her, still standing in the same place that she was all this time.

“Change if you want to, but know this. If you catch cold, don’t be expecting any sympathy from me.”

“I won’t.”

Hook slammed the door and headed out on deck, slashing at the first man he came across and tossing him overboard.

Sam fell to her knees and started to cry. She had almost died, and yet there was no one here who cared.
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