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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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The entire ship was restless that night, each and every man who dared to sleep tossed and turned and broke out into cold sweats. Some cried out, some even screamed in pain and terror. Those who were on watch eagerly welcomed the changes at each bell. It was as if a dark cloud loomed over the ship and every soul aboard, waiting for them to close their eyes so they could be attacked at their most vulnerable, in their dreams.

Liam lay below decks in his cabin, tossing and turning in his bunk trying to sleep. The mixture that James had ordered needed time to ferment before he finished processing it. While he slept, strange nightmares lurked into his mind. He found himself walking through the ship below decks, and found that he was the only one aboard that was left alive. Remnants of the other crew members lined the hallways, and adorned a few of the walls; seeming to say a horrible battle had taken place here. There was no movement, and each dead man’s eyes were still open and seemed to stare at him as he walked past them.

“Caitlin . . .” He said still dreaming, unable to escape from whatever images he saw in his mind. Liam had realized in his dream that if everyone aboard the ship had been killed, that Cat might be among the bodies somewhere. He began to run about calling her by name and searching through the endless sea of death and wasted humanity. Bursting through the doors that led him to the main deck he ran into the middle of it below the main mast, “CAITLIN!!!!” He cried out in desperation. She was no where to be found, perhaps she was taken by what ever strange force had attacked the ship and caused so much devastation. His eyes turned upwards towards the Captain’s cabin; perhaps she had locked the door and was still safe from whatever evil had befallen this ship.

Without another moments hesitation he ran up the stairs slamming through the large double doors finding they were not locked and held no resistance whatsoever. Liam froze in place feeling ill to his stomach. There, hanging from the ceiling, was Caitlin. Her hands tied behind her back, a rope around her neck and another around her feet. Stepping forward he looked at her in horror, as her eyes were opened and seemed to stare at him like all of the others he passed at done. He couldn’t believe the sight his eyes held and wondered who could have been guilty of such a monstrous act. Her neck wasn’t broken, meaning she had strangled to death having been lynched in her own room.

He felt sick to his stomach, and had to turn away for a moment to settle his nerves. Yet he could not just look away and his eyes soon turned back to the hanging corpse that was once the beautiful woman he had secretly adored. Suddenly he felt as if he had to take her down. He couldn’t just leave her there like this. Liam drew his knife from his side and stepped forward to cut the ropes from her body, but he froze in place as he saw two red eyes starring at him. Liam turned and looked straight at the one who those eyes belonged to, and it was James who stepped out of the shadows.

“What are you doing here you putrid swine? Have I not told you time and time again, you are not welcome in my cabin?!” Hook hissed. Liam couldn’t explain the strange feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. His eyes wandered over the captain who didn’t seem the least bit distraught that his wife was hanging from the rafters by her throat. But the feeling in his stomach he had not been able to explain was suddenly realized, seeing a bit of rope in Hook’s only hand that led to the one that held her to the crude makeshift gallows.

“Ye!?!” He gasped barely able to push the words out past his lips. “Ye did this to her!?!” He couldn’t believe it, after all the times he had said how much he loved her, cherished her, wanted her to be by his side, he had strangled her to death and no doubt watched every agonizing last minutes of her life.

Hook smirked looking at Liam, “Of course I did.” James eyes turned to look at the dangling corpse that had once been a beautiful kindhearted woman. “Do you think I am one to stand by and be made a cuckold, while secret meetings continue to transpire between the two of you?” Hook cast his ice-cold gaze back to his wayward surgeon. Liam could hardly breathe and took a step forward.

“There were no secret meetings, none. It’s true I did want her, I begged her to go away with me, but she refused; she wanted to stay here with ye! She swore it was her place!” Liam quickly said as if somehow his confession could bring her back. Hook released the rope from his hand letting it fall to the floor as he started to walk towards Liam. The pure malice in his eyes spelled out doom for the only other living soul aboard the ship.

“Honestly doctor, I grow weary of your ever deceiving tongue. I am no fool; I know that the so called child that grows in her belly is YOURS and not MINE.” James smirked slightly as his eyes turned to Caitlin’s lifeless body once more. “Oh, I beg your pardon. That grew, in her belly.” An evil smile swept across his face as his attentions turned back to the doctor, “I suppose the bastard will never come into existence now. Pity, it would have been interesting to see whose eyes it inherited. Hers . . . or yours.”

Liam was horrified beyond all words. “How can ye even think such a thing about her!?! Ye said ye loved her, ye said ye wanted her! Ye swore to keep her from harm, keep her from any more danger! How could ye have. . . . . WHY . . .WHY DID YE DO IT!!!” He cried.

“Now she is free. Free of her adulterous ways.” James stepped in front of the doctor who was in complete and utter shock. He couldn’t say another word, he couldn’t move, all he could do was to stare into the Captain’s cold and unfeeling eyes. “ . . . and now, so am I.” Hook’s jaw clinched tight with hate as he raised his iron claw intending to tear out the heart of the one who had made him look like a fool.

Liam awoke suddenly and jumped from his cot to his feet. He was completely awake now and soaked in sweat as his eyes darted around the room quickly, only to find himself still locked away in his infirmary completely alone. Liam quickly ran his hand over his face and through his hair, his chest heaving with hard breaths. It was only a dream, but it seemed so real.

In another part of the ship, in the first-mates quarters, Smee moved about in his hammock, his foot that draped over the side kicked out every now and again while he slept. He found himself in the Captain’s cabin with a large treasure chest filling it with gold and jewels and priceless pieces that would fetch a fine price. All of the things that had shone brightly and caught his eye when the captain was present screamed to be taken away from their prison and properly appreciated by being spent on whatever his heart desired. Smee hadn’t dared to touch them with Hook around, but now he was alone and was free to take whatever he wished.

His eyes grew wide as he found a large gold crown encrusted with the largest and finest rubies, emeralds, rubies, diamonds and pearls locked away in a box with the other treasure. Dropping the pearl necklaces that he had been holding he reached in and promptly set the expensive and extravagant crown on his head. He chuckled gleefully as he picked up the chest with both arms. He paused a moment weighing the large box as he looked it over. It was surprisingly light and he could actually carry it under one arm. “I must have been doin’ more then my fair share of chores aboard lately, to be so strong a box like this seems like a feather!” The greedy first mate hurried out of the cabin feeling as if he would be drawn and quartered should he run into the captain if he did not make haste.

Once on the main deck he made his way to the side of the ship where he had a get away boat ready and waiting to take him and his new found wealth away from the ship. Smee couldn’t suppress a laugh as he began to climb down the ladder, holding tight to his stolen goods. However, the glee and the joy fled quickly as he could feel the chest of gold growing heavy, until he could barely hold himself onto the ladder. The little old man frantically started trying to let go of the box, but the chest remained under his arm as if it where frozen in place and he could not release it no matter how hard he tried.

Finally the weight of the chest grew too heavy, and it caused his grip to falter, and Smee plunged into the icy cold water below. The chest quickly pulled him downward as the light started to fade. He gasped for air but was unable to find even a single breath. Reaching up with his free arm he tried to pull himself towards the surface, but the chest continued to drag him below into the murky darkness.

Smee jumped up, falling violently out of his hammock smacking hard against the floor. Sitting up, his eyes wide open as he got to is feet, having just suffered the most unbearable nightmare. Giving a large groan he climbed into his hammock and laid back down turning over preparing to go back to sleep. “Well, at least I went down the richest first-mate in all of pirate history.” He said as he soon fell back into sleep.

Up above in the Captain’s cabin, James sat at his deck dozing off in his chair as he tried to write a few things down. Work that had been long over due, yet there were simply too many strange occurrences that required immediate attention. Putting down his quill he leaned back in his chair for a moment rubbing his eyes, intending to take a short break. He did not intend to sleep as of yet, but sometimes sleep is an unfair adversary and does not ask if it is a convent time to win. Hook reached up and cradled his head against his hand as he stared at the papers on his desk, finally falling pray to his exhaustion as he fell under its influence.

His dream began slowly, and he found himself standing in a quiet and rather open clearing somewhere in the forest of Neverland. He could not recognize it, yet it felt familiar to him some how. Had he been here before? Looking down, he found both of his hands completely intact, and no hook to be found. Hook half laughed and shook his head, “Now I realize that I am dreaming, for a hand cannot grow back.” Putting this aside he turned his attention back to the area that surrounded him, taking a few steps forward as he wondered what the significance of this strange place might be.

He stopped and froze in place as he could feel eyes upon him. Someone else was here, and they were watching him. Reaching for his sword he slowly drew it from his side holding it at the ready. “Old . . . . alone . . . . done for.” A single voice whispered shattering the silence. James spun about looking in the direction he was sure he heard the voice and took a few steps towards it.

Those words, the words that he had come to loath; the words he had all but forgotten until this very instant. “Old . . . Alone . . . Done for!” Came again, only more voices joined it this time and seemed to surround him in every direction much louder then the first time.

“HOLD YOUR TOUNGE!!” He shouted into the air spinning about again, “That utterance no longer holds any power over me!” Hook wanted those voices to stop, he wanted them to leave him be. He began to rush around the clearing towards the trees, “I am a married man, and I have my wife by my side! I am not ready to die as of yet for I intend to spend countless years with my bride!!! Nothing you can say or do can change that! NOTHING!!!”

“OLD!” The voices shouted in a deafening roar.

“I can not help the years that were spent before my crew and I were taken captive and sentenced to this never ending purgatory!” He shouted back at them.

“ALONE!!!!” They said again even louder this time.

“Caitlin is here with me, SHE is my companion, my bride, the beat of my heart. I have her and she has me, and NEITHER of us will ever be alone again!!!” All at once, the voices grew deathly silent and he stopped standing in place looking about. There wasn’t a sound, not a single sound anywhere. But suddenly he heard the familiar tick tick tock of a dreaded enemy. His eyes went wide as it began to get louder, and he began to spin about again trying to see which way it was coming for him so that he might at least attempt to defend himself. It got louder and louder and James backed up towards the trees, until it seemed the sound could grow no more.

His eyes went wide as he could feel hot breath against his back, and he turned slowly dreading what his eyes might find. There just two feel from him was the great and massive crock that had so longed to taste more of the Captain’s flesh. James eyes turned back to his hand that had just been there minutes before, and it was gone. The wound was as fresh and open as it had been when Pan had sawed it off whilst he was trapped underneath a tree. His eyes went back to the crock. She began to move and open her massive jaws. “DONE FOR!!!” The final phrase was shouted the loudest by the voices. Hook was too afraid of what was about to transpire, and turned hiding his face in the bend of his arm not wanting to see as he shouted out in terror.

“JAMES WAKE UP!!!” Came a familiar voice followed by a swift smack to his left cheek. Hook’s eyes went wide, finding himself awake and back in the safety of his cabin with Caitlin standing before him. She had been shaking him and screaming for him to wake. James was nearly hyperventilating from the nightmare he had just endured and he looked up at Caitlin.

“Did you . . . . . just . . . assault me?” He asked still a little out of it as his mind was having a hard time coming awake with the rest of him. Caitlin reached up cupping his face in her hands as she moved closer to him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry . . . . I didn’t know what else to do, you wouldn’t wake. I was having the most horrid dream . . . .then I heard you cry out and it woke me from my nightmare. I was trying to wake you up . . .but you were shouting, and screaming . . . . ” She stopped breathing deeply as she closed her eyes she seeming just as distraught as he was, and rested her forehead against his. James could feel his wits coming back to him and he reached up resting his hand against the back of her head wrapping his other arm around her and holding her tight. After a few moments they both seemed to calm down. James started to think about what might be causing this.

“Caitlin . . . .Caitlin,” He began pulling her back enough so he could look into her eyes, “Was she in your dream again . . . Aurora? Was she there?” Perhaps this was the strange pixies revenge for her being banished from ever making her presence known on the Jolly Roger again. There had to be some reason they had both been suffering from such unkind dreams. Cat shook her head quickly looking into his eyes.

“No . . . no there were other things, other people there . . . horrid things happening to me, happening to you . . .” Tears welled up in her eyes as her hands found there way to his face again wanting to know that she was awake and this was indeed real. James kissed her forehead and infolded her into his arms once more, pulling her into his lap and holding her body tight against him. It just felt good being awake, holding her close, knowing he wasn’t alone.

Down below decks in the galley, Danny lay sleeping in a barrel with a half devoured apple in his hand. Too many people had been awake and roaming the ship for him to sneak to the upper deck into the nice ladies cabin, so he had to find a place to hide until he found a way. Apples were one of his favorite things to munch on, and he was always happy to share them with Caitlin whenever he could.

His little body shifted as he turned over on his side trying to stretch out in a space to small to really move at all. He yawned a bit and he began to sink into a dream unknowingly. Sitting up, he opened his eyes and stretched, finding himself back sitting in the middle of the lost boys’ hideout in the forests of Neverland. As he looked about, he suddenly realized that he was surrounded by all the other lost boys who loomed over him. They taunted and shouted, and said hurtful things, and Peter was in the background, just watching silently letting it all happen.

Danny started to scoot back but stopped finding more boys behind him as they closed in around him not letting him escape or find relief. He started to rock, and shake his head trying to do anything that might drown out the words, and the insults. After a little while, it seemed as if all the shouting had subsided and he slowly opened his eyes. Before him, there was a bright, blinding white glow that made him squint as he put his hand up over his eyes, trying to shade them from the light and at the same time seeing what was causing it.

Another moment passed before he pushed himself off the floor and stood up, taking a few steps towards it. He felt an overwhelming need to touch it, to touch whatever it was that was creating it and walked towards it a few more steps. “Danny. . . . Danny! It’s time to come in and wash up! Supper’s ready!” The small red-headed boy’s eyes went wide hearing the familiar voice that sounded so loving, so gentle. It could only be his mother’s voice, the one who had once sung him to sleep, who held him tightly in his arms and chased all the bad things and the nightmares away.

The glow started to slowly fade and pull back, beginning to disappear. Danny shook his head and started running after it, reaching out with both arms wanting her to take him with her wherever she was going. He didn’t want to be left alone again, he wanted to go home, go home to her. But it was too late, it disappeared.

Danny woke up so suddenly he hit his head against the slats of the barrel. Dropping the apple he grasped the sore spot on his head with his hand. Tears flowed from his eyes as he began to cry. He covered his face with his hands and curled up into a ball, not being able to stop and just crying harder still.

The entire ship was suffering from similar nightmares, things that were related to their darkest fears, or deepest desires. Anything that could be used to torment their very souls. Not many, if any, intended to go back to sleep any time soon. For who knew what horrors would next pass through their minds eye’s.

James had pulled Caitlin into his lap, keeping his arms tight around her as they sat together in his large chair behind his desk. “We should try and get some rest dear, in the few dark hours that are left.” He whispered as he caressed her shoulder gently with his hand.

Caitlin raised her head and looked up at him a moment, “James . . . must we?” She whispered looking into his eyes dreading the possibility of submitting once again to such nightmares. Hook sighed and kissed her forehead as he began to run his fingers through her red and gold locks that still had not grown back as long as they had been quite yet.

“Was it not a certain young woman, who shall remain nameless, who enticed me to sleep just the other day for the health benefits it offered?” Cat frowned looking at him, knowing full well she was the one who had said it. How many young women were aboard the ship or on the island itself? Hook chuckled lightly and kissed her cheek this time. “I have my hesitations about returning to slumber my love, but we must try. And I give you my word that as long as you or I rest, I will not release you from my arms and nothing shall happen to you here in this cabin while you lay with me.” Cat nodded a little still feeling strangely about this.

Helping her to her feet, Hook stood up beside her and took her hand leading her to their bed. “Try and take some comfort in that fact.” Hook turned around and swept her up into his arms, laying her down on the bed. Before he joined her, he removed his hook and put it aside. He feared that if either Caitlin or he had another nightmare that caused them to wake, Caitlin might get hurt severely. Lying down beside her, he pulled her into his strong embrace once again, and Cat laid her head against his chest closing her eyes to try and fall back asleep.

Hook just starred upwards at the large crimson velvet that was draped over the bed canopy as he ran his hand over her back comfortingly. Something was going on here, someone was playing with them. Once it was morning, he would get to the bottom of it, even if it was this world of Neverland itself taking its revenge on them.
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