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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.

Okay, it might be a little while before I update again. I have a couple tests coming up that I have to study for, so I apologize for the wait in advance. Now, enjoy!

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Hook could have smacked himself. With all the excitement of the day, he had forgotten to acquire a place for the girl to sleep. He couldn’t have her sleeping too far away in case she tried to escape again, yet there was no other place in his personal chambers, other than his bed, for someone to sleep. Even then, he couldn’t risk her trying to attack him in his sleep.

His mind worked quickly to come up with a suitable solution to this problem.

“I could just sleep in this chair,” Sam said suddenly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

She was sitting in his large, overly stuffed, chair sitting behind his desk. Her head was resting against the back corner while her legs were hanging over the arm. In her arms was the small bear held closely against her chest.

“Yes, this is quite comfortable,” she said relaxing. The day’s events swept over her as she shut her eyes and drifted off into a light slumber.

Hook just stood there and watched her fall asleep. She seemed so peaceful right now, and trusting. She trusted him not to kill her while she slept. It was a remarkable feeling, being trusted like that.

Hook grabbed a blanket from the end of his bed and draped it over the sleeping young lady. For the next few minutes he just stood there and watched her sleep. She had been more trouble than Pan in one day than Pan had been in all the time Hook had been in Neverland, yet he didn’t want to kill her.

Hook walked over to his bed and quickly removed his shirt and his leather restraint that held his hook in place. He slipped off his boots and removed his stockings. He reached to remove his breeches, but he glanced up and looked at the Sam sleeping in the chair, almost like a child.

It would not be proper for him to sleep naked in the room with a young lady present, even if she didn’t act lady-like.

Hook crawled into his bed with his pants still on and sighed. It had been years since he had slept with any clothes on. It wasn’t too often that Pan attacked at night anyways.

Relaxing his head on his pillow Hook allowed himself to fall into a dreamless sleep.

This was how it was for the next few days. Hook would leave Sam alone in his cabin during the day to attend to his duties as captain. While the captain was away, Sam would read, listen to music, and sometimes write.

Granted she wasn’t as good as her Granny, but writing short romance stories was the one thing she loved to do. Ninety percent of her stories weren’t very good, but that was all she could do to not go crazy.

About her third day in Neverland, she discovered Hook’s personal collection of Shakespeare plays. She had been looking through his books for something to read when she noticed that a couple of his books had been doubled up to save room. Behind some books about weapons and mystery were the plays.

At first Sam had been surprised to find such literature in the pirate captain’s quarters, but then she decided she didn’t care and began to read.

The sonnets had never really interested her, so she put them aside for later. Instead she picked up one of her favorites from school, Much Ado About Nothing, and started to read out loud, cause all good plays were meant to be heard and not read.

The hours passed quickly, so fast that she didn’t realize how late it was or notice when Hook opened the door.

Being the quick read that she was, Sam was already “acting” out the part where Beatrice hears that Benedick has feelings for her.

Hook entered the cabin to find Sam standing and reading out loud passionately from the play.

“What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell! And maiden pride, adieu! No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedick, love on; I will requite thee, Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand: If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band; For others say thou dost deserve, and I Believe it better than reportingly.”

“I didn’t know you were such a strong actress,” Hook said causing Sam to jump in surprise, “and a fan of Shakespeare as well.”

Sam put her hand on her chest to help calm her rapidly beating heart. “You scared me,” she said.

Hook nodded. “Obviously,” he replied before looking at the book in her hands. “Much Ado About Nothing. A wonderful play.”

“Yes,” Sam said shutting the book and placing it on the table. “I have always loved it since I first read it in school. The fact that Benedick and Beatrice fell in love simply because of a lie is completely interesting to me. I love it.”

Sam replaced the book on the shelf before turning back to the captain. “How was your day?”

It was a simple question, asked by her everyday, but today it seemed different.

“What do you want?” he asked. Sam smiled hopeful smile at him.

“An answer to my question from a few days ago. Whether I could go back and visit with my Granny for my birthday?”

Hook nodded. He remembered her request, and was still deciding on it. The problem was that he wasn’t sure if she would return once she was back. The only way to assure that she would was to have someone go with her, but none of his crew was trustworthy enough not to due her or Wendy physical harm.

“I know that you don’t trust me, but I really want to be with my family on my birthday, not on a ship with a bunch of men I don’t know very well. I want to be around people who love me when I enter into adulthood. Surely even you can understand the need to be around those who care about you, right?”

Hood nodded. “I can, but the problem is the fact that I don’t trust you any farther than I can throw you. The only way to you could leave would be if a member of my crew were to accompany you.”

“That’s fine with me,” Sam said jumping at the chance to see her Granny again.

“I’m sure it is, but which member would you trust not to harm you or Wendy?”

Sam opened her mouth to answer and then swiftly shut it. He was right, there was no one, unless…

“How about you?”

Hook raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Why couldn’t you accompany me?”

“You are forgetting one crucial thing,” Hook said taking a step towards her. “I happen to want revenge against Wendy.”

“Which is precisely why you won’t harm her.”

Hook narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Explain.”

Sam smiled wider before taking a step toward him so she was standing less than a foot away from him.

“You want Granny to suffer the same fate she condemned you to, remember? She called you ‘old, alone, done for’ and you want her to experience those things as the ultimate revenge. Because of that you won’t harm her, or myself. You also are more decent and well behaved than the other members of your crew, with the exception of Smee. Plus, think of how shocked Granny will be seeing me reappearing suddenly on her doorstep, with you beside me. It may be enough to give her a heart attack.”

Hook absorbed this information with an open mind. What she said was true and did make perfect sense.

Sam watched the expressions pass over Hook’s face. Truthfully, she hoped he agreed just so she could go home, but another part of her hoped he said no because she didn’t want to be forced to leave Granny again, or give her a heart attack.

“I think that would be acceptable,” Hook finally said, causing Sam to look back up at him.

“What did you say?” she said unbelieving.

“I think that would work,” Hook said before Sam’s arms wrapped around his waist as she pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you so much,” she said against his chest.

Hook didn’t move. He was in shock at the feel of someone actually hugging him. He didn’t know how to react so he just lifted his arms and wrapped them loosely around her shoulders.

Sam felt his arms surround her and instantly realized what she had done. She was hugging Captain Hook, and it wasn’t all together uncomfortable or unnatural. In fact, she felt…safe. She took a deep breath, taking in the scent of sea and rum that was Hook and it was instantly committed to memory.

Neither knew how long they stood there holding each other, but if Smee hadn’t knocked on the door to deliver dinner, they probably would have stood there forever.

But the knock came and both Hook and Sam jumped away from each other in shock and surprise at what had just occurred.

“Come in,” Hook said, not looking at Sam, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

Smee entered and set the table, while Sam tried to sort out what was going on in her head. What was going on here?

Sam watched the captain take his seat and begin to eat. Sam sat in her seat across from him and cast quick glances at Hook.

She could still feel his arms around her, even though she knew that they were no longer there. In fact, just thinking about being in his arms again gave Sam a strange stirring in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was different. Sam took a deep breath and started to eat herself.

Hook was also thinking about what had happened. He could still feel her soft body against his own and he really wanted it there again, only without the barrier of clothing. Hook mentally shook his head. What was wrong with him? The girl wasn’t even 18 for Christ’s sake.

After the meal had been finished and they were both in their own respective beds, or chair for Sam, Hook was beginning to think that maybe this trip to London wouldn’t be such a good idea after all.
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