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Straight on Til Morning	By : LuluPopalot Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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**Yes, I'm horrible for bitching about not getting reviews and then not posting for a week. But I thank you all for your kind words, and beg your forgiveness. This chapter is a bit longer, so I hope you like it.
Also, the bit about how Smee met Hook is from the book "Capt. Hook: Adventures of a Notorious Youth" by JV Hart. I recommend it if you are a Hook fan, like me.
As always, I own nothing.

After much swearing, she finally had the thread fairly orderly, and started sorting through the pile of clothes Smee had left. She decided that she had better start with something fairly easy so she could get some muscle memory working. Most of her sewing experience came from a semester spent in the costume room of her university’s theatre department, but that had been years ago. Since then, she had mostly mended busted seams and replaced buttons. Luckily, it seemed that most of the clothes in the pile needed just that. Sighing, she picked out a pair of pants, and got to work.
She was halfway through the pile when Smee called the crew for lunch. Her stomach rumbled in response, but she decided to wait until the rest of the crew had cleared out before getting her own food. A few minutes later, she looked up, squinting into the sun at the figure that had cast a shadow across her. As he knelt down, she could see it was Church.
‘I thought you might be hungry,’ he said, holding out some bread and a bit of dried meat. She took it, grateful, but wishing for a moment she was in the captain’s graces, if for nothing but the food.
‘I was just waiting for the herd to clear out,’ she said and tore off a chunk of bread, trying not to grimace at its dry texture.
‘That is probably a good idea,’ he said. ‘After the display with Diego today, I’m afraid you’re not the most popular crew member right now.’
Laura chewed more and forced herself to swallow before replying, ‘Maybe that’s for the best for now.’
‘Here, this will help,’ Church said, holding out a bottle of rum.
Laura smiled wryly. “With the food, or the crew?’
He smiled back. ‘Maybe both.’
She took just enough from the bottle to rinse out her mouth, wrinkling her nose at the taste and burn down her throat.
‘Would you like to continue your training after you have eaten?’ he asked, taking the bottle back.
‘I’m supposed to have all of these clothes mended by tonight, so probably not,’ she sighed. ‘But maybe early tomorrow? Before Captain Shiny Pants finds me something else to do.’
Church stood and shook his head. ‘You should watch your tongue about the captain. He can be a very cruel man.’
‘Yeah, well it’s not my tongue I’m worried about,’ she muttered as Church walked off.
She stood and leaned on the rail of the ship, watching the ship cut through the waves as she nibbled on the rest of her lunch, and wishing Church had left the rum. She turned her face up to the sun, and let its warmth melt away a bit of her stress.
This isn’t so bad, she thought. If you take away the crappy food, the imminent personal danger, lack of hygiene, and chores, it’s just like the cruise. She laughed a little at the thought. She was still on a boat full of men that she wasn’t interested in.
That’s not true, her other voice said in her head.
Laura sighed a little and did not contradict the voice. Yes, there was Hook. Now that she had calmed down, she felt a little guilty about their confrontation in the cabin. Even though she knew she was right about not getting involved with him, she also knew she had said some terribly unfair things. He had kept her safe, even ordered his men to leave her be, killed the man that threatened her, and she had been a bitch.
You could apologize, the voice said again.
Yeah, that would go well, she snapped back.
Deciding that brooding was not going to mend clothes, she sat heavily back down and got back to work. The crew continued to give her a wide berth, though whether it was because of her kneeing Diego, or the curses that flew every time she stabbed her finger with the needle, she didn’t know.
She finished just as the light was beginning to fade. She was staring out at the sunset when Smee brought her more bread and dried meat for dinner with an apologetic smile.
‘Will ye be wantin’ to sleep below deck tonight, miss?’ he asked.
‘No,’ she said, ‘I think I’ll just stay out here tonight, if that’s ok.’
Looking up at the sky, Smee smiled and nodded knowingly. ‘Aye, ‘twill be a fine night for sleeping on deck. Nothin’ like the open air for creatin’ sweet dreams.’
‘Yeah,’ she sighed, feeling suddenly wistful. Sensing her change in mood, Smee left her alone.
With her melancholy killing her appetite, Laura set aside her food along with her hat. She watched the horizon long after the brilliant reds and oranges from the setting sun had faded.
Her mind swirled with thoughts. What was Neverland like? Was there a town, or was it just an island, a place to park the ship? She had actually read Peter Pan, and tried to recall details. She remembered the story of Tiger Lily, the Indian (did Neverland have a politically correct term for Indian?) princess Hook tied to an anchor to drown in some cavern.
And you’re back to him again, came the voice again.
So? She thought back. I’m not thinking warm fuzzies, I’m thinking of how he’s a murdering pirate. Her mind shifted back to earlier that day, and she saw Diego’s lifeless body on the deck again. She shuddered. How could she feel anything but fear and revulsion for a murderer?
Turning, she tested herself by studying the door to his cabin. She did feel a thrill at seeing a dim light coming from beneath the door, and it wasn’t all from fear.
It’s not like he didn’t deserve it, piped the voice.
‘Sure,’ she muttered. ‘Then when I get home, I’ll start writing guys on death row and hook up with one of them.’ She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. ‘And you have got to stop talking to yourself.’
Thinking about home, she wondered why she wasn’t missing home more. A dull ache formed in her stomach, and she decided not to deal with those thoughts just yet. Instead, she decided now was a great time to check out the ship. Or at least the deck.
Making her way to the steps to the helm, she ran her hand along the railing, marveling at its smoothness, like the wood beneath her bare feet. She looked up to watch the sails blowing in the night breeze, and had a sudden urge to climb up to the crow’s nest. Maybe later, she thought, and continued up to the helm.
She was surprised to see Smee at the wheel, dozing on his feet.
‘Good evening,’ she said, laughing a little when he jerked awake at her voice.
‘Ye gave me a start, miss,’ Smee said, lightly scolding her. ‘I thought ye’d be asleep by now, after the day ye had.’
‘I know,’ she said. ‘But getting my head to be quiet is a different story.’
Smee nodded. ‘Aye,’ he said. ‘I’m sure ye be feelin’ a bit homesick.’
‘You’d think so,’ she said.
Smee gave her a curious glance. ‘But ye’r not?’
Laura shook her head. ‘No, not really. It sounds awful, and a little pathetic, but I don’t think I have much to miss.’
‘Don’ ye have any family?’ Smee asked.
‘Not really. My mom died of cancer when I was 14, and my dad passed away last year. And I was an only child.’ She sighed. ‘I have some aunts and uncles that I never see, so that’s pretty much it on the family side.’
‘And no husband?” Smee said, cocking an eyebrow.
‘Not even a not-so-significant other,’ she said.
‘Miss?’
‘No husband,’ she clarified. ‘Or boyfriend.’
Smee shook his head sadly. ‘tis a shame, you bein’ such a pretty thing.’ He looked at her as if to see if she was offended. ‘I didn’t mean to be so forward, miss.’
‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said, giving him a small smile.
‘Ye forget how to behave around proper folks when ye’ve been out at sea a while,’ he said.
‘How did you become a pirate?’ she asked, genuinely curious.
‘Me family weren’t rich,’ he started. ‘Me da’ was a sailor, gone for months at a time. When he were around, he weren’t too nice to me ma and us youngins. Then he just stopped comin’ back. I started work at the harbor to help me ma. But I was lured out to sea by the promise of fame an’ fortune, like most men.’
‘When did you meet up with Hook?’ she asked, enjoying how he was enjoying telling his story.
‘Well, I was aboard a merchant ship that was owned by ‘is father when he came aboad. Just a lad, he was. Had gotten into some trouble about a girl, I heard. The Cap’n of the ship was a cruel man, got into movin’ slaves from Africa to other places for ‘em to work. Well, Cap’n Hook didn’t take too kindly to that and led a mutiny, slaves and crewman alike went up against the Cap’n and his men. He killed the Cap’n’s first mate with a long hook, so that’s how we called him. Cap’n o’ the Hook.”
Laura looked at Smee with wide eyes. “Wow. I had no idea he was so…” she couldn’t finish and just shook her head.
Smee looked seriously at Laura. ‘Make no mistake. Cap’n Hook is one of the fiercest pirates ever been. But most honorable, too. I’ve seen many a crew member come and go, but I’ve been with the Cap’n since before we found the island.’
‘How did you find it?’ she asked, intrigued.
‘Twas a fearsome storm, unlike anything I’d ever seen. Waves crashed over the sides of the ship, draggin’ men down to the depths. The Cap’n manned the wheel through the whole thing, never waverin'. N’ suddenly, the storm broke on our starboard side. Twas eerie, for the storm was still ragin’ port side. But just opposite, twas the mos’ beautiful light I’d ever seen, shinin’ on a lush island.’ Smee leaned in conspiratorially. ‘Some o’ the men thought twas a sign from the lord, others, a trick o’ the devil himself.’
Smee straightened, and seemed proud. ‘But the Cap’n steered towards it. We’d-a been doomed if he hadn’t. And so we landed at Neverland. O’ course we didn’ know that at the time. But we learned soon enough when that imp arrived.’
‘Peter Pan?’ she asked, knowing the answer.
‘Aye,’ Smee said, shaking his head sadly. ‘He an’ his Lost Boys set upon us at dawn the day after we landed. Like he was expectin’ us. An’ I think he was. I think he wished for some pirates to play his games with, an’ we was the closest.’ Smee shook himself out of these thoughts and continued. ‘Anyhow, that’s how things went for a while. We explored the island, an’ fought with Pan. We’d still occasionally put out to sea. Go and gather supplies and replace the crew members Pan and his boys killed off. But we’d always come back. Like we couldn’t stay away for too long. But that was before…’ Smee trailed off.
‘Before Pan took his hand,’ Laura said quietly.
Smee nodded sadly. ‘Aye. After that, the Cap’n was obsessed. All he wanted was Peter Pan. The crew was killed off to just a handful o’ men, but the Cap’n wouldn’t leave. I stopped countin’ the years since we had left for the open sea.’
‘But what changed?’ she asked, impatient in her curiosity. ‘You’re obviously going out to sea these days.’
‘Pan brought a girl to Neverland,’ Smee said wistfully.
Laura gasped. ‘Wendy?’
Smee shook his head. ‘Na, her name was Mary.’ He looked at sideways. ‘Why did you t’ink her name was Wendy?’
She was startled for a moment, wondering if she should tell the pirate about the books and movies in her world. What harm could it do, she thought.
‘There is a book where I’m from,’ she started slowly. ‘It’s about…’
‘It’s about time that Smee pay attention to his duties and stop playing storyteller,’ came a voice behind her. She and Smee exchanged worried glances before he focused on steering, and she turned to face Hook.
For a moment, she could just take him in. His face seemed to hang in the air like a pale orb, his hair, as black as the shirt he wore, blending into the night. But his eyes seemed to catch the starlight and glimmer at her.
‘I’m sorry, Captain,’ she said, surprising herself when she heard the words.
Hook narrowed his gaze at her. ‘For distracting Smee?’
‘Yes, that, and…’ She stopped and looked at Smee, who was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Taking a few steps closer to Hook, she lowered her voice. ‘Can we talk for minute?’ she asked.
Hook regarded her haughtily for a moment. ‘I’m not in the habit of conversing with crew members,’ he said, and paused. ‘But I will make the exception just once.’ He looked over her shoulder. ‘Smee! You are relieved of your duties for the evening.’
‘Yes, Cap’n,’ Smee said quickly, obviously relieved to be excused. After saying a quick goodnight to Laura, he disappeared below deck.
Laura was silent for a moment after Hook took the helm. She hadn’t even been sure that she wanted to talk to him, and now that he was here, she was both relieved and unsure.
‘Usually, when one asks to speak with another, one usually has something to say,’ he said, not looking at her.
‘Right,’ she said, taking a deep breath and gathering her thoughts. ‘I guess I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about earlier.’
‘About contradicting me in front of my men?’ he asked.
‘What? No, I mean,’ she stammered, confused. ‘I mean, yes, that too. I didn’t mean it like that, I was just…’
‘Protecting your friend?’ Hook asked coolly.
‘Keeping you from shooting somebody else,’ she finished, frowning.
‘So your actions had nothing to do with any feelings you’ve developed towards Mr. Church?’ he asked, sounding very casual.
‘Of course not,’ she said, frustrated. ‘What are you talking about?’ A realization hit her as she drew breath to continue. ‘Are you jealous?’
‘Don’t be absurd!’ Hook exclaimed, but Laura realized that he had yet to look at her.
‘I’m not the one being absurd,’ she said smugly. ‘You think I like Church, don’t you?’
‘It would be no concern of mine if you did,’ he replied staunchly. ‘Although it is bad form to deny the captain what you freely giving away to the crew.’
She felt her face flush with anger and she marched over to him. ‘First off,’ she said, poking him hard on the arm, an action which finally made him look down at her. ‘I’m not giving anything to anybody, free or otherwise. Secondly, the thing that I was actually apologizing for was what I said in the cabin.’
Hook turned to face her, closing the distance between them. ‘So you do regret spurning my advances.’
His husky tone sparked a fire in her stomach. He was so close that she could feel the heat emanating from his chest, and her fingers itched to touch the pale skin that shown beneath the laces of his shirt.
‘Captain…’ she said, her voice husky.
‘James,’ he corrected, raising a hand to her hair.
‘James,’ she whispered, fighting the urge to turn her head into his palm and feel his caress.
Suddenly, his hand was at the back of her neck as he swooped down upon her. Her hands flew to his shoulders as his lips met hers, and she gasped at the pain that shot from her busted lip. Hook took the opportunity to use his tongue to explore her mouth, and she found herself kissing him back, pressing forward against him. A moan escaped her as she felt his other arm wrap around her waist and felt the cold metal of his hook through her shirt.
So this is what it’s like to be plundered by a pirate, she thought randomly. She knew it was wrong, knew she should stop him. And she would, before things went too far. But for now…
Hook turned and pinned her harshly against the wheel, pushing closer to her. She clutched at him as he continued to ravage her mouth, return his kisses with equal ferocity. She wanted this, wanted him. He tasted of tobacco and smelled of the sea and she was intoxicated by excitement coursing through her.
The feeling his bulge against her hip worked to both sober her mind, and warm her body. Swearing inside, she pushed against him. At first, he pushed back, pressing her against the wheel of the ship.
‘James,’ she tried to say against his lips, but hearing his name seemed to only arouse him further, and for a moment she thought she would not be able to call him off.
‘Captain,’ she said, turning her head away and pushed hard against him.
Startled, he pulled away and looked down at her. His eyes burned into hers, and she fought the urge to pull his head back to hers. She took a long, shaky breath.
‘We can’t do this,’ she said, surprised at how steady her voice sounded compared to the quivering of her insides.
Hook smirked. ‘You said that before, and yet,’ he ran his hand along the curve of her hip, ‘here we are.’
‘And believe me,’ she said, focusing on anything but the hand at her waist, ‘I like it here. But what about tomorrow?’
He frowned down at her and his hand stilled. ‘What about tomorrow?’
‘Casual sex works best when you don’t have to see the person the next day,’ she said, hating herself. ‘We are practically living together. So what happens when we get bored with each other? I wish I could be a girl that can see their fuck buddy everyday and not be affected, but I’m not that way. I’ve tried.’
‘Fuck buddy?’ Hook interrupted with distaste.
‘You know,’ Laura said, feeling uncomfortable. ‘Someone you just, you know, do, but don’t have a real relationship with.’ She couldn’t believe she was explaining casual sex to a pirate. And it didn’t help that he didn’t say anything, just continued to frown at her.
Sighing, she moved away from him and immediately regretted the loss of contact. ‘What I said in the cabin today was unfair, but not off base. Being in such close contact everyday makes things complicated. And I don’t much fancy being chucked over board when you’ve realized I’m an annoying girl.’
He regarded her, and she felt a pang at the coldness in his stare. ‘Then perhaps I should chuck you over, as you say, now because you are being quite annoying.’
‘Trust me,’ she said, folding her arms. ‘This is nothing.’
Hook snorted and they were silent for a moment in the darkness.
‘You know, I could force you,’ he said. His voice was low and threatening, and his eyes glimmered in the star light.
Laura regarded him calmly. ‘I know,’ she replied steadily. And she did know. He was a man that was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. But, despite that, and his earlier violence, she was not afraid of him here in the night. And that fact, scared her.
For a long moment they stood there, eyes locked.
‘Then perhaps it is for the best that I say goodnight,’ he finally said, but not breaking his gaze.
‘I believe so,’ she replied.
‘You may sleep in my quarters if you like,’ he said, and gave her a smile. ‘Although I can not promise to be a gentleman.’
‘Then I think I’ll stay out here for tonight,’ she said.
‘As you wish, Miss Laura,’ he said, giving her a small bow. ‘I bid you goodnight.’
‘Good night,’ Laura said. Then she smiled, ‘Captain Hook.’
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