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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
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Author's notes:

Many thanks to those who reviewed! These reviews really are what inspire me to keep writing. I was rather surprised to find myself writing so much action, since I'm normally not that interested in doing so. But I did enjoy writing this chapter, and surely will enjoy writing the subsequent ones that follow. Again dear readers thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

-R.H.J.

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O man unfathomable, this is your hour of triumph!

"Get him!"

Hook's bellow sounded out far louder than any of the other men on ship. He had just appeared from below deck, looking thoroughly pleased one moment, and then in a complete frenzy as his light eyes fell on the boy who flew by him with confident ease.

"Never!"

Called the boy, who has been quite the figure in many tales of adventure, gave a mocking laugh at his old adversary and soared up behind the sails of the Jolly Roger. His shadow, with hands on hips, mocked the irritated Captain on the deck.

Booming sounds of cannons went off all around, splinters of wood flew by several, screams on both sides were echoing on the high seas, with Hook and Peter in the middle of it all.

"Captain!" called a faceless pirate at Hook's side, "He's too high, we'll never reach him! It'll be better if-"

Those pirates nearby, who knew what was to come, all gave a slight grimace but continued on fighting the Lost Boys, or rounding up on cannonballs to fire at the children.

There was a horrid tearing sound, and those who had little sense, turned back to see a fallen shipmate, drowning in a thick sea of red. Hook however, seemed completely unfazed at his massacre, his clear eyes instead searching the sky above.

Peter peered from behind the sail, looking to the Captain's eyes and was inexplicably at a loss. The piercing red that often overtook Hook's eyes during times of adventure such at this, was missing. His melancholy blue eyes were hiding, what the smirk on his lips made clear.

Wendy.

*

Wendy Darling, the main pawn in this entire game, happened to be at that very moment, hunched in the corner of her small sanctuary. She had heard something being shuffled above her, then Hook's boots click along the wooden planks above her, before the slam of the door was the last she heard.

She hadn't been able to hear much after that, no matter how much the poor girl strained her ears. The roar of cannons, yes of course. But she hadn't heard Peter's cry of victory, or the Lost Boys calling for her. Had they simply forgotten?

How like children.

It was getting difficult to breathe, she noticed and tried to calm her heart, which felt like a frantic bird beatings its wings about in its confining cage. She was becoming breathless. Hook intended to kill her.

Of course she wasn't losing air, dear readers. Why, Hook was a tyrant, but he did plan ahead. At certain parts in the wood planks, he'd had small holes cut out. So small that Wendy couldn't notice, but enough that she could definitely breathe.

But Wendy was frantic, and imagined fates worse than death, such as suffocating in the bottom of some loathsome pirate ship with no one to come for her.

What if Hook had been lying? What if this was a game in which she would never win? Yes, Hook had said she would indeed inspire him to victory. But did she really think he'd ever release her? Did she think he'd actually care if she was left to rot in this godforsaken place?

She did not cry however. Even though things seemed entirely hopeless, Wendy was not one to simply sit back, weep and let things be, no matter how bad they got. No. It was time to really think.

Her eyes drew to the flame in the lantern, a small flame that flickered, drawing her eyes and hypnotizing her. She recalled then, her mother's tales of the danger of being hypnotized by fire. How one should never stare at a flame, for hidden behind it's almost innocent flicker, there is a danger.

But Wendy was no longer in London, she was at the bottom of a pirate ship with her friends, nay- her almost children on deck, fighting for her imminent release.

Slowly her pale hand made its way into the lantern, slowly prying the small candle, from its waxy surroundings. The single flame flickered in her eyes, it's image forever burning into her mind. It was so small a candle, a small, white candle that had more power than she.

Was she willing to sacrifice her own life for those of the boys onboard? Wendy knew that life after this battle, if Hook won, life would indeed not be worth living. And with his sudden inner strength at her captivity, she had a horrid feeling of who was to win. If Hook was to win, she was most definitely to lose.

With that thought in her mind, Wendy let the flame fall.

*

"Wendy."

Peter repeated the name once more, his eyes losing their mischievous glint and growing more somber. In his excitement at the prospect of taking over the Jolly Roger once more, he had almost forgotten the one thing that had spurred such an event such as this.

"Toodles!" Peter called down to his friend, the only one who wasn't engaged in a battle. His wide eyes flew upward, looking to the half hidden hero of children everywhere.

"Wendy!"

Toodles nodded ardently at Peter's cry, scurrying behind the pirates were locked in battle with the valiant Lost Boys. There was much yelling and fighting, but so far, no serious injury's, aside from the Captain's bad form earlier.

"PAN!"

Not surprisingly, Hook had sought out Peter at his most vulnerable moment, and now had a revolver aimed at the young man's chest. Of course Peter could have flown away in a matter of seconds, but it wasn't that which foiled the Captain's plan.

"Fire!"

Hook's eyes were drawn to the voices shouting the horrified chant all over, and his heart suddenly twisted painfully.

"Captain! Look!" Smee called, over the sounds of swords being clashed together, and the cannons being periodically fired at Peter when he flew around the ship with unnerving ease.

There was sudden pandemonium on the ship, as pirate and Lost Boy alike looked to the center of the ship, near the Captain's main cabin, where smoke was starting to snake out onto the deck. Thick, black and gray smoke that were surely coming from...

And for once, Hook's attention was not on victory, but on the prize he had foolishly looked up in the bottom of the ship. A girl he thought wouldn't be foolhardy or just plain stupid enough to set her only safe place on fire.

Sadly, it was in that one moment in lapsed concentration, that Peter Pan, famed for his skills in swordplay and flying, happen to dart in front of the Captain, and place a large sword at the man's neck. Not to be outdone, Hook's claw had come up in front of his neck just in time to stop the motion of Pan's sword from being fatal.

Time seemed to stop then, in amidst the smoke and surely fire, Lost Boy and pirate alike stopped their swordplay, and looked to the two sides, good and evil, if you will, in a locked battle of strength and pure luck.

Their stormy eyes were locked on one another, their mouths clenched. Peter was still in the air, looking down on the Captain as his sword began to push harsher. Hook's eyes widened ever so slightly, but Pan caught the motion and smirked.

But for those of you who know of Hook, and his many battles, know that he is not a man that is to be underestimated. For even through the thickest and bleakest at times, he is a man that does not give up easily. For in Peter's smile, he saw worry as the smoke began to cloud around them, causing him to cough.

"She's trapped you know." Hook growled, not moving just yet. Peter's eyes were reddening from the smoke, and yet his determination made him unwavering. "She'll never make it."

"You will die." Peter hissed furiously, his blade digging into Hook's claw. At the close proximity, Hook was able to see the freckles of youth dotted across the boy's nose, the rounded face that would never mature, and save for the panic and fury now, eyes that were almost always a clear blue of innocent carefree.

In that, Hook felt more envy that ever before, and anger at the youth's greed. Pan had every joy and privilege that other children could never know or even dream of. And yet, he wanted to take the one thing that Hook wanted. A storyteller. An educated young lady. A girl whom Pan could easily replace with another imaginative girl from London.

But then again, Hook wasn't blind. He saw the pain in Pan's eyes at the prospect of Wendy's danger. Somehow he knew that she was one that would fade from Pan's memory, but it would take longer than several years. And his motivations for keeping dear Wendy most certainly weren't solely for her story telling talents.

But like Pan, he knew Wendy would not survive for long. A part of him was almost convinced she was dead at this very moment. A perverse thought surely, and something that seemed wholly wrong.

"If you kill me," Hook spat furiously into the boy's clouded face. "She dies."

"You're a liar!" Peter shouted furiously, his arms shaking as he tried in vain to push the blade through the thick metal of the claw. "I'll find her.

"Not in time." Hook almost purred. He saw the look on Pan's face, saw the torn expression and saw in an instant child and adult dueling within the young boys eyes. Like clockwork, the blade was lowered and Pan had darted a few feet away, looking to Hook.

"I will spare your life," Peter said darkly, "In return for hers."

"You have my word." Hook said reluctantly, rubbing his neck absently before adding a soft, "Good form, Pan."

He looked to the fuming boy who was preoccupied with the smoke, reminding Hook that there were bigger things to be concerned over. Revenge suddenly fleeted from Hook's mind, he rushed into the burning cabin.

*

Wendy's faint and final prayers were almost finished, and she lowered her heavy hands onto her lap. The smoke was thick, and she could cough no longer, she closed her eyes gently.

"Amen."

It hadn't been that long, she knew. She'd covered her mouth and stayed near the bottom of the small box like cove for at least ten minutes. The end was near, it had to be. Peter could not save her now.

There had been more smoke than fire, but the angry red flames weren't that far away. Soon they would catch to the end of her dress, and then she would be a charred skeleton whom no one ever saw again.

She wished then that she could go back to London, she wished for the millionth time that she had apologized and never come back. Neverland was not as it had been, for she was not as she had been.

Hook. For some reason, her mind drifted to him then. She wished she had more energy to curse his name, but it was growing too foggy, and it was taking so much effort just to keep her sense about her.

She made an ardent wish, that her corpse would be retrieved from this pit, and buried somewhere near that sprite littered waterfall. She hoped that her actions had served some purpose. And she mainly hoped that she wasn't dying for-

Before she could finish that depressing sentiment, the small square above her head was lifted, and there was Hook's face, angry and worried all at the same time. Wendy had never been more worried and at the same time, more thankful to see a man like Hook in her entire life.

How had he battled the flames and smoke? How had he managed to pull that rug off the ground, covering the hole? What did it matter anymore? He was there, calling to her, even though she could not hear. He had come back!

She was saved!

Sadly poor Wendy's relief was short lived, for at that moment, the blackness that had been pulling at her, dragging her into unconsciousness had now won, and before she could reach one shaking hand up to grasp Hook's own, she was lured into darkness.

*

"Wake up you stupid girl!" Hook barked frantically, looking to the girl's pale face as she slumped against the wall of the pit. "Wake up!"

Hook growled in frustration, and grasped the girl's collar. She was dead weight, and in turn heavy to retrieve. A few grunts and pulls later, and she was pulled free of the smoke and flames.

He cradled her limp body tightly against his chest, looking to her briefly, seeing her dark hair freed from its prior confines, and the lips parted seemingly in death.

He looked to the door of the cabin, and viewed as men started piling into the cabin, dousing it in recently fetched water. They hadn't encountered something like this for some time. Hook heard the cabin creaking, and noticed the floorboards underneath him were growing thin.

He flung the girl over his shoulder then, his hook waiting for anyone who dared get their way. Not one soul did.

They finally made it into the open air of the ship, with the Lost Boys and Peter waiting. Several pirates were waiting for the Captain, and stood at his side, pistols and daggers at the ready.

Peter saw Wendy's pale form over Hook's shoulder, and his face immediately dropped. The sky around them began to darken, and distant thunder began to rumble.

By then, all of the men inside the cabin had returned on deck, informing Hook that the fire was out, and not too much damage had been caused. Hook was pleased to hear this, but as usual Pan ruined his good spirits.

"You've killed her."

"I haven't." Hook said quickly, giving the boy a most sinister sneer. "She's simply inhaled too much smoke. My men will see to her quick recovery I assure you."

By men of course, Hook meant Smee. The only trustworthy one on board. He nodded to the aforementioned pirate who came forth, standing beside the Captain. Hook heaved the young woman off his shoulder and handed her to Smee, who barely faltered, gathering the girl in his arms like an oversized doll.

"See that Miss Darling is taken to my private room." Hook said with a flourish, looking back to see Pan look positively stricken. Smee nodded and disappeared down a separate cabin.

"No!" Peter cried, preparing to charge forward before Slightly and Curly grasped him, holding him back. "You promised me! I spared your life you-"

"Oh, did I?" Hook interrupted, his voice attaining an innocent lilt. Peter looked to him intensely, almost begging with his eyes for the safe return of his childhood companion.

"I suppose I lied."

Peter let out a cry of furious outrage as his friends held him back, knowing no good could come when they were so outnumbered, and Hook obviously had the upper hand.

"Take your lot off my ship and never return." Hook suddenly warned, his voice and eyes becoming icy as he and Pan locked eyes once more. "Or I will kill your dear Wendy, I can honestly promise you that."

"How do I know you won't lie again?" Peter hissed, his face turning an ugly shade of purple. "You can't ever be trusted."

"I'm afraid boy," Hook said with saccharine sweetness. "You have no choice."

There was a sickly silence, in which only Peter's shallow breaths were heard over the roar of the ocean. When Peter's face had paled, and his eyes no longer held that of insane frenzy, his friends released him.

"We shall leave then." Peter said with fury burning in his eyes as he looked to a haughty sea Captain. "But hear me, Hook...if I find that any harm has come to Wendy, any harm at all...You will not live long enough for even I to enjoy your death."

"I'm positively terrified, Pan." Hook said flatly, before giving his shipmates a nod to attack if they stayed on board. But Peter and the Lost Boys were already overboard, and heading back to the Jungle.

Hook gave one last victorious smirk in the famed Pan's direction before turning on one well-placed heel, to the destination where a dazed and newly frightened Wendy Darling was just coming to.
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