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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the book(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Just wanted to let you know I read that I have a bug on previous chapters and will get to that. I’m just glad for now that my muse is working, and I’m going to jump around a bit to try and get back to some original plot ideas I had but haven’t gotten to yet…except for a hint or two (think the first dinner in town wendy and hook had). I don’t know where my original notes are, and so will just run with my muse for now.

And if someone could tell me how to use italics and bolds, I would appreciate it. I've tried the and such, doesn't work for me. Well, I'll try again here and see what happens.

A Closer Destination

The morning after the attack Captain Hook ordered his men to change route slightly so that they could head toward their original destination, hopefully with no further interruptions. They sailed for three full days before the Captain had one of his “dreams”. He hadn’t had one for almost a year, and was truthfully hoping to avoid having one…at least until Wendy was gone. Although he wasn’t that sure he wanted her to leave.

The dream always took place during his childhood. Playing with his beloved older brother, who was loved by all who knew him. James was more quiet and studious than his brother, having been addicted to books from the time he learned to read.

This time in the dream they were running on a beach. His brother was either eleven or twelve, James couldn’t quite remember. He just knew it was near the time…

“Jimmie! Don’t you ever just want to be a child forever?”

“My name is James!” The younger boy cried, trying desperately to catch up to his older brother.

The taller, light-browned hair boy stopped, letting his brother practically run into him. He laughed at James, who was small for his age and had curly black hair and wore glasses. Had they not been at the coast for the weekend, James would surely have been cozied up somewhere with a book. Once the younger boy had learned to read at four he had hardly put down a book since.

“Come on, James, where’s your sense of adventure? Let me introduce you to my new friend…let him tell you about this place he comes from. It’s called Neverland!”

Neverland…Neverland…Neverland…

The memory faded as the Captain felt himself stir into consciousness. It took a minute to get his bearings…Ah, yes! He had decided to take a nap just after lunch. Smee and his top crewmen were manning the ship while Wendy was either reading or writing her stories while lounging on the deck in her favorite spot.

He smiled at the image of seeing her sitting there the past few days. It was her way of dealing with the attack, he was sure of it. Little did he know Wendy, too, had fallen asleep.

But as he stood to go check on the ship’s course something came over him. It was then that his dream came storming back into his mind…

Wendy stirred on the lounge the Captain had ordered his men to make for her. It was downright comfortable, and she could feel the ocean breeze caressing the top of her forehead as the sun settled into late afternoon. She snuggled into the blanket that Smee had thoughtfully placed over her sometime during her nap, and fell back into her dream.

Someone’s arms were around her. She couldn’t see who it was, but apparently her dream self didn’t seem to care: Her eyes were closed. She tilted her head as someone placed delicate kisses along
her jawline, and then down her neck. She moaned, causing her lover to increase his fervor.
She could feel a heat unknown to her before, somewhere deep inside her. Her body felt strange – tingly yet warm. She wanted more of something she did not yet understand.

She moaned as she felt the kisses continue down the center of her chest, eager to push pass the barrier of clothes that she wore. She had a sudden desperation to help her lover take them off. Or rip them off?

Wendy’s thoughts were broken as she felt someone nudge her. It was Smee. He had a pot of tea waiting for her, as well as a couple of biscuits. She smiled and thanked him as she reached for the cup he finished pouring. As she took a sip she noticed the sun was near the horizon.

“I’ve been asleep for quite some time.” She remarked to the elder pirate.

Smee nodded. “Yes, Miss Wendy. Not since long after lunch it was that you came here to read your book.”

Wendy blinked. Book? Oh, yes…the interesting Spanish war/romance novel she had picked up from the Captain’s private library. It was several centuries old, but talked about a paradise called Califia. She wondered if the Captain knew of anyplace that closely resembled Califia, as she surely wished to visit there. And wasn’t there a new state in the Americas with a similar name?

Wendy politely thanked Smee, who then hurried off to attend the Captain, telling her that Hook needed some chart paper.

When Wendy finally saw the captain that day, he barked at her. Apparently he had been barking at the entire crew since the afternoon. While she was used to his demands and occasional yelling at even her, this time it was different. It reminded her of the restaurant in Wilkshire.

***flashback***

“You kidnapped me!”

“Ah, but then I gave you a choice. Are you going to change your mind, Wendy Darling? Do you want to go home to mother and father, or perhaps return to your party?”

Wendy’s faced turned red. “No, I do not change my mind so quickly. I just worry that perhaps your invitation fronts a more devious plot to finally rid or me, or perhaps, Peter Pan.”

For the first time in her life, Wendy thought she saw a flash of sorrow pass the face of a man. The moment passed and the Captain quickly wore the look of anger. He grabbed her hand, which had been delicately placed on the table, and pulled her closer to him.”

“First of all, young lady, I am a man of my word. I said you would be treated well under my guard on the ship and I meant it. We are not in Neverland. Which brings me to my second point. Neverland is just a game. And that is all you need know for now.”

And just as quickly had he grabbed her hand he let it go. Wendy blushed, taking a slight look around her. If anyone had witnessed the scene, they gave no indication of it. Just then a waitress brought their food and then came the uncomfortable silence as they ate their food.

As they left the restaurant the Captain again took her arm. Once alone on the street Wendy heard him mumble an apology. She relaxed and smiled as they made their way back to the ship.

***end flashback***

Wendy shivered at the memory of the look in his eyes when he had grabbed her hand. Although this time, the look in his eyes was even more disturbing. She decided to avoid him for the remainder of the day.

Meanwhile, back in London

George Darling turned off the lamp next to the side of the bed he shared with his wife Mary. It had been another long and exhausting day talking with authorities and trying to gain information about Captain Hook and where the Jolly Rancher might be taking his only daughter. The name was oddly familiar to him, but from where or when he did not know.

The first summer his children disappeared they had returned telling stories about the boy – Peter Pan and the man – Captain Hook - and his ship, and he had desperately tried to pry his own memory to recall how he might know or have met Captain Hook in the past. It was as if a part of him – his memories – was missing.

Next to George lay his wife Mary, who in addition to waiting for her husband while he met with authorities had to entertain Steven and his aunt. When they first arrived declaring that Wendy had been kidnapped, she and her husband only felt it right to invite the two to stay as guests until Wendy was safely home.

Thank GOD her husbands’ new wealth had allowed them to purchase the property behind them, where they had built a rather large and luxurious guest house that adjoined their party room and deck. There was just something about her daughter’s suitor and his aunt that was bothering her, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Sure they were polite, and ever so concerned about Wendy. Then why didn’t she trust them?

Deciding to forget their worries for the night, both turned toward each other. George Darling leaned over and kissed his wife. What started as a chaste kiss soon turned passionate, and Mary Darling felt her husband reaching his hand under her nightgown and lifting it, then quickly discarded his own night clothes. She moaned as his mouth attacked her neck, feeling his pelvis grind into hers with now nothing in between them.

George Darling entered his wife slowly, starting with a slow pace that soon quickened into hard thrusts that had his wife crying out his name and asking for more. He obliged, crying out her name as he came. Soft kisses followed, lasting longer than the lovemaking. The couple declared their love for one another before drifting off to sleep.

In another part of the house, Michael lay awake worrying about his sister. Even though his parents had already sent word to John, who was attending university, he had penned out his own letter pleading John to return immediately so that they could conduct their own investigation. They had more than enough money of their own, even though their father kept most of their inheritance kept in a trust until they were twenty-one.

If only others knew where the money really came from, they might understand why the boys had so much at their disposal. Even Wendy had a special account, but she scarcely ever touched it, not really caring for more than her books, writing, and traveling.

Michael was also worried about John’s reaction. Ever since John had decided he was a “man”, he had become overprotective of his sister, almost smothering her during a couple of social events. He sighed. While he needed the help of his brother desperately, he couldn’t help but wonder what trouble that help might bring.

The next morning Wendy woke up alone. Not that it was unusual, just that the bed felt oddly cold. Even though some time had passed since the Captain slept in his bed with her, she still felt his comfort from nearby on the sofa.

Sometimes he would let her read one of her stories to him. Then he would leave the cabin again before returning to go to sleep himself.

Something told her he hadn’t been in his cabin the entire night.

She wondered about why he had been so irritable the night before. Perhaps she had done something to offend him? She shook her head. No – he had been that way to everyone. Still, she was determined to find out what was bothering him.

The door suddenly burst open to reveal the captain, followed by Smee who was carrying a covered platter. Breakfast. Wendy shyly sat up, pulling the covers up with her.

“Beautiful morning, it is!” The Captain proclaimed with a big smile as Smee handed the food tray to Wendy who was now properly set up for breakfast.

Deciding to wait to confront him, Wendy smiled back. “Are we getting close to the island?” She asked hopefully. She was eager herself to see what adventure they would have looking for treasure even though the Captain hadn’t said whether or not he would let her join in the hunt.

“We’re about two more days off according to my calculations, unless the weather turns. Doesn’t seem likely yet.” He sauntered over to her and casually lifted a sausage off her plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wendy frowned at his manners, but was used to this change of behavior. Thruthfully, she was relieved to see him in high spirits again.

“And what kind of island is it? Will there be natives? Wild, exotic animals?”

The Captain shook his head. “Not sure. The information I have does not give specifics, so we’ll proceed with caution. You, of course, shall…” He stopped as Wendy suddenly interrupted.

“I shall NOT stay on the ship, Captain! I want to join you and the men on the island!”

The Captain laughed haughtily. “As I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, you shall be JOINING us. You, me, Smee, and few others. I don’t want the rest of the crew knowing all that…”

Wendy interrupted again. But not before placing her breakfast down alongside her on the bed, grabbing her dress robe and standing while quickly tying it on. She flung herself into his arms.
“Oh, thank you Captain! I was so afraid you wouldn’t allow me!”

The Captain shifted slightly, uncomfortable as a warmth spread through his body at having the petite woman embrace him.

He had dreamt about her during the night. Not as a Captain, not as the man with a hook. He was himself…a young man named James, not much older than Wendy.

The same man he once was, looking to find his place in the world. Never mind the other side of him…desperate to search for his long since disappeared brother.

James felt Wendy’s hand run through his black curls, which hung just slightly below his shoulders. Her other hand was unbuttoning his shirt while his lips remained attached to her neck, kissing and nipping until they reached a sensitive spot.

Wendy’s moan at his discovery of the spot made him harder in the pants, and he pushed her hands off him so that he could pull off his shirt and start to work on the front buttons of her dress.

The Captain would have blushed had he not been so well able to hide his emotions. He gently pushed Wendy off of him but smiled down at her.

“Now, finish your breakfast and if you’re a good girl I’ll let you stay with me in the bridge today. Wear one of your ship outfits, we may do some work with the crew.”

Wendy would have squealed with delight had the next moment not caught her off guard. Before leaving their quarters, Captain Hook leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. She had moved slightly in surprise, so that the kiss actually took place just between her cheek and the left side of her lips.

The Captain smirked as he noticed the blush form on Wendy’s face. He picked up his tell-tale hat and stomped proudly out of the room.
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