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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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It was, for the most part, your traditional wedding ceremony. The order of the ceremony, and even the “If any man objects . . .” which no man would even dream of thinking to himself much less speak allowed. Finally, the moment of truth. The Crewman turned to the Captain first, “Captain James Hook, do you promise to keep this woman as your own, to share your name, your cabin, your bed, your wine, and your food with her, and promise not to blow her away, or rip her open when you get bored with her or she mouths off to ye.”

Caitlin’s eyes were wide as she looked at the crewman performing the ceremony, not sure if she’d just heard right, “What?” She said completely at a loss for words.

Hooks eyes never moved of her for a moment, as he spoke “I do.” He answered before she could get clarification on what she thought she just heard. Her eyes shifted back to the Captain, who didn’t seem at all surprised and dismayed at the change in the words she remembered from the weddings she’d attended.

Next the crewman turned to Caitlin, “Caitlin Wendy Amore, also sometimes referred to as Cat. . .” She winced slightly finding that her nickname that had been thrust on her against her will had been followed here to this strange place as well. “Do ye promise to do everything ye’re told without question, without argument, taking the Captain as your husband, to share his name, his Cabin, his bed, his wine and food with him. Forsaking all other men, less you be drawn and quartered your remains hung of a yard arm for all to see?”

Caitlin’s eyes went wide again her gaze shifting right back to the crewmen like it had a few moments before, “WHAT?” Hook quickly grabbed her by her shoulders his hook around her left shoulder digging through the fabric of her dress slightly. He held her tight looking down into her eyes.

“Answer . . . him.” He said through is teeth, his cold blue stare causing shutters to run down her body and through her legs. This man seemed to have absolutely no concept of personal space. He held her so close, his hot breath seemed to hit her face and move down over her barred shoulders and chest. She was not used to being manhandled in such a way without properly defending herself. Caitlin had learned quickly that attempting it with him, was a good way to fuel his anger into a pure rage.

“I. . . . I. . . .” She nearly whimpered, feeling her feet leaving the floor as he gripped her even tighter, she could barely breath. Her eyes where locked with his and she couldn’t look away, she couldn’t turn her head nor close her eyes. After what seemed like an eternity she whispered, “. . . I do . . .” A loud cheer went up from the crew hearing her answer. Hooks icy exterior melted away and his eyes softened a bit as that kind smile she’d seen before swept his face again. It relaxed her a little bit, this side of him seemed so different from when he was angry.
“Ye may now kiss ye’re bride!” The Crewmen said closing the book, leaning over towards Caitlin and saying under his breath, “and may God have mercy on ye’re soul.” Her eyes shifted towards him again for a moment; sure she couldn’t have been hearing half of what was being said correctly today. She jumped again still tightly in the Captains grasp as gun shots where being fired by the overly anxious crewmembers. Hooks grasp on her changed as his arms went about her sinking down to her waist pulling her against him as tight as he could. Moving closer to kiss his bride.

“IT’S PAN!!!!” One of the crewmembers shouted as everyone looked up. The shots fired in the air had rousted him from his nesting place. Hook looked up suddenly seeing the boy hovering over the ship. He growled as his grip around the already frightened woman became so mercilessly tight she couldn’t breathe.

“OPEN FIRE!!!” he bellowed, pushing Caitlin away and drawing his gun pointing it up and aiming at the small boy. Firing at him and missing, “KILL HIM you slack jawed pack of pitiful ingrates!! KILL HIM!!!” Quickly grabbing a riffle from one of his crew men, kicking him away as he aimed and fired again. Pure hate and reckless anger governing his thoughts and actions now. His bride completely forgotten, in the commotion.

The cannons where turned up in the direction he was seen in, as the young boy circled the ship still wanting to see what was going on, and to have some sport with his mortal enemy at the same time. He laughed a bit as he flew backwards, showing off his talent as the pirates continued to fire one cannon ball after another and waste there ammunition. Hearing the insolent youths laughter only enraged the pirate Captain even more. “I WANT THAT BOY’S HEAD!!!!” He shouted again, looking for another loaded weapon.

Suddenly, Pan disappeared. The commotion calmed after a few moments, as they heard nothing, and saw nothing. Hook was still infuriated beyond everything. As they all went quiet trying to hear anything. After a few moments, one crewman whispered, “he’s vanished.” In an astonished voice. His last words, as Hook pointed his pistol and fired his shot through the man’s chest.

He turned looking around scanning the skies and the waters surrounding the ship. “He disappeared into the clouds” he growled, dropping his weapon, grinding his teeth together. “I want that boy.” He growled through his teeth, his eyes still looking towards the heavens.

Suddenly he felt fingers tapping his shoulder; he turned angrily looking at Smee as if to say ‘well WHAT is it?’ Smee pointed behind the Captain. Hook was incredibly irritated and angry at the moment, and turned quickly as if he’d been completely put out to do so. His stern expression changed into a look of worry. The dead pirate who’d spoken out of turn was lying on the deck, a huge gushing wound in his chest. On the ground next to him scooting away from the body slowly on her knees and bound hands, was Caitlin who had been standing next to the man just seconds before his demise. Her eyes wide in dismay at what she’d just witnessed.

Hook sighed; she was going to have to become hardened if she was to live aboard this ship. Walking over quickly he reached down grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. Her hands still bound tight beneath the flowers she held. Pushing her towards one of the Pirates standing near by, “Take her back to my Cabin.” He ordered. Without hesitation, the dastardly looking pirate dragged her away. She didn’t struggle so much this time, she looked as if she was in complete shock. Caitlin’s eyes remained on the body as she was taken away, disappearing into the crew.

“SMEE” he shouted, as the little old man jumped standing up strait. “Clean up this mess, get the weapons reloaded and everything back in order. IMMEDIATELY.” Hooks eyes shifted a moment as the woman in white as taken up the stairs towards the Captain’s quarters. Turning on his heel, he moved to pursue getting the men ready for a landing.

It was hours upon hours before the door latch of the Cabin was turned, and the door slowly creaked open. Hook slowly stepped inside, scanning the Cabin his eyes searching for the one he’d left behind on the ship since the morning. There she sat, with her back to him on the fainting couch. She sat up strait, and made no movement at all. Stepping inside all of the way he closed the door behind him turning the lock. Hooks eyes stayed on her as he walked inside further, removing his hat and then his jacket. Unclasping his sword belt tossing it onto his desk.

James stood there for several moments, watching her from behind. Trying to gauge what was going through her mind, while building up his own courage. She ran from him twice, would she make it a third time. He’d soon find out. Approaching her cautiously, he sat behind her turning to look at her. Caitlin sat there, silent as the grave and solid as a statue. Not moving or making a sound. It was almost as if she didn’t even noticed he’d come in, regardless of all the noise he’d made with his weapons. He sighed swallowing the lump in his throat as he leaned forward enough to whisper into her ear, “You looked absolutely radiant today Caitlin. These eyes had never beheld such beauty before in all their years.”

She said nothing, moved not an inch. This was something new. Before she looked afraid, and even the second time when she was trying to make it seem like she was ready to discuss things. “It’s certain that no one in the entire crew had ever laid eyes on a more beautiful women in their pitiful life’s either.” Still nothing. This was certainly frustrating, and he waited for another moment before sighing to let her know his patients was running short. “You could at least have the common courtesy to answer me when I address you.”

Hooks teeth started to grind, she really was turning out to be quite the stubborn one. He reached up with his good hand, pulling her around by her shoulder roughly “You really are a quite the adolescence in your actions. . . . . .” He stopped short of his scolding when he looked into her face. The white of her blue eyes was positively red, and her beautiful cheeks where stained with only God himself knows how many tears had been shed during the course of the day. “ . . . Caitlin . . .” He spoke in barely a whisper. “Child, why do you cry so.” He said softly, taking out his handkerchief and carefully dabbing her eyes and wiping her tears away from her cheeks.

“. . . don’t all brides cry on their wedding day . . .” her voice quiet and shaky with her words, as if a broken heart lie behind them. His eyes looked back into hers again, dear god, he never thought she’d be stricken so hard with grief. Before she seemed so strong with a will of pure granite. For the first time today, he had actually felt a twinge of remorse for his brutality towards her. A feeling he couldn’t remember ever having experienced before.

Hook searched in his mind a moment, still looking into her eyes. He could see the innocents of a child lying behind her tears, as her eyes seemed to plea for some sort of reason for all of these things that had happened to her in just a short time. Keeping their gaze for a few moments, he couldn’t help but stare in astonishment at the complete vulnerability that radiated from her being. “They cry tears of joy, . . . have you not one tear of joy in the ocean of sorrow that has flown freely from your beautiful eyes today.” Reaching up slowly with his good hand beginning to gently stroke her cheek, as he did his best to consol her and sooth her heart.

“Perhaps the joy of knowing that you will be taken care of, and looked after. Or perhaps knowing that you shall not want for anything.” He wanted to dry her tears, he wanted her to melt into his arms and let herself given in to his affections, he wanted to prove how much she truly meant to him and why he went to the trouble and expense to his very soul to bring her back with him. “I’ll take care of you Caitlin. It’s all I have yearned and longed for all those months I could only watch you from afar.” Sweeping the dancing curls of her hair back from her face looking into her eyes.

Hook was growing a bit confident at her letting him touch her face, and stroke her strawberry golden curls. This was far more then she’d let him do while she was fully awake since he’d brought her back. “There are so many things I want to show you, things I want to teach you, if you’ll let me.” He whispered, a gentleness shining through that perhaps never would have been thought possible of this man. He started to reach for her hand, to grasp it with his own that he might hold it against his chest just for a few moments, but a sudden cry of pain caused him to stop his movements looking down at her hands. Still bound tight around the bouquet of flowers she held.

He shifted in his place, using his hook to pull the flowers back to see her skin had been rubbed against the rope until her wrists tore open and began to bleed. Blood staining her skin and her dress where her hands had been resting in her lap. A flash of anger flashed in the pirate Captains face seeing this. “That imbecile failed to cut you free once he returned you.” He growled, sliding his sharp hook into the rope between her hands cutting it with one easy jerk of the steel. Carefully he pulled the rope off of her wrists, his stomach actually turning to see the extent of the damage that had been caused by her trying to wrest her hands free. Her hands where almost frozen together from the tightness around the stems of the flowers. Slowly he opened her hands, his hook wrapped around her for arm and his good hand on her other arm taking the flowers from her and tossing them aside.

James paused a moment gently taking her sore and cold hands into his, running his thumbs over the back of her fingers. He half laughed in pure disgust with himself, “I never gave you your ring.” This was far beyond unforgivable, her beautiful skin bruised her hands cold as ice and white. Deep inside he felt the need to apologize, but no words seemed sufficient. Quickly standing and moving from her side, he went to the vanity picking up a cloth and a basin, and hooked up the pitcher of water that had been fitted with a special attachment that he could move it.

Carrying it back to her, he set the cloth aside reaching for her hands, he gently pulled them back over the bowl, pouring the cold water over them. Using his only good hand he began to tenderly wash her skin and clean her wounds. Caitlin’s eyes watched his hand moving over hers, his hook nearby bracing the bowl so it wouldn’t be knocked over. It didn’t take long before they shifted upwards, watching his face. He seemed totally different again. No anger, no hate, no malice just concern. She didn’t know if she could understand this man, nor what she was to expect on a moment to moment basis. But through all of the questions, one fact remained true. Whatever and whoever this man was, he was now her husband.

He silently preformed his task as a form of silent apology, it was some time before James could move his eyes up to gaze upon her face again. Reaching for the cloth he tore off strips and carefully bandaged her wrists, one at the time. She watched his hand, and how he seemed to move with no trouble and no hesitation at all. As if his hand has always been missing, and he had a life time to adjust to it. Her eyes wondered back to his handsome face, just looking at his features and eyes. Hook reached over to put the cloths he didn’t use back down, but was frozen cold when he caught the look in her eyes as she watched him. He’d seen that look before, in another girl’s eyes a long long time ago. Even though they were not cast in his direction, but in Pan’s.

“What do you see with your eyes child?” He asked quietly, wanting to know what her thoughts where, hope-springing eternal at what he thought he saw. She was silent as the grave her eyes looked into his, Hooks heart freezing in his chest.

“The man . . . I am to call husband.” There was a lump in her throat; she wasn’t sure what to say or when to say it. There was a fear deep inside, of setting him off in that murderous anger she’d seen earlier. It was all she said and her voice was as gentle as a lamb. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he heard her speak. Quickly, he moved the bowl and clothes away sliding closer to her looking deep into her eyes.

Knowing that he had already said enough in explaining himself for bringing her here. Hook remembered what he had found out when he spoke to her, she seemed to surrender and bend from her fears and hesitations. Carefully using his hook to slide around her arm and pull her closer to his body, he looked into her eyes. “She was divinity’s creature that kissed in cold mirrors, a queen of snow. Far beyond compare lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere.” Reaching up with his good hand he traced the line of her jaw with a tender touch of admiration. “Blue liquored eyes, an Arabian nightmare. She shone like watercolors of my pond life as pearl. Until those who couldn’t have her, cut her free of her world.”

Poetry? She’d never imagined that this man knew poetry. Yet it didn’t matter, his voice ensnared her every sense, touched every part of her being. He could have been cursing at her in the same gentle tone, and it would have cast the same spell, putting a light into her eyes. His blue eyes looking into hers, bewitching, mysterious it was if she’d drunken a bottle of anise and fallen asleep on a great heap of roses. Her eyes closed, just being carried by the beautiful words he spoke to her.

Hooks face moved closer to hers whispering even more quietly now, he could feel her deepened breath in her chest, feeling the warmth that seemed to radiate from her very being. He had a look of uncertainty if this was truly reality or yet another dream, he could feel her yielding to him at last. “A queen of snow . . . far beyond compare . . .lips attuned to symmetry, sought here everywhere . . .” She wasn’t pulling away from him this time, or running from him. He couldn’t wait another moment, “. . . Caitlin . .” He whispered wrapping his good arm around her pulling her close, his lips finally caressing the crimson temptations that had tantalized him for so long.

He’d expected the same reaction that Pan had suffered upon Wendy’s kiss, yet there was none. Pulling back just slightly, his mouth still close to her lips, as a reality came crashing down on him like one of the bows of his ship had fallen on him. “You don’t feel the same way I do.” He whispered out loud to himself, not really speaking to her. His eyes looked up into hers for a moment, as if a sadness had crept in crushing the tender gentleness he’d held. “You have to give yourself to me freely . . . . . . you must give me your heart . . .”

The cracks of vulnerably between his harsh and brutal ways, nearly crushed Caitlin’s soul. He was so different now in this instance then before. Something inside wanted to reach out to him and just hold him close, and cover this weakness that no other may ever look upon it and know that it existed. Even with this, she still held back looking at him. “Caitlin . . . I need you. What more in this life do you want from a man, then his needing you more then breath to live.” Moving to rest his cheek against hers as he embraced her tightly, but still it felt she was so far out of his reach.

Even though her heart wanted to wrap him in her arms, her mind refused to let her return his embrace. “You never gave me a chance James.” Even on the deck during the vows that were taken, even before when he tried to get close to her, none of what in him now was there before. At least, not that she could see.

Long moments pasted as he just held her there. He’d half thought that once all the formalities had been seen to, and done with all the pressure that kept her from seeing him would be lifted. The worry of getting back, and anger of her being kidnapped, the fear of being held by her captor, the confusion and uncertainty. Yet it was still there, like a steel door with hand fitted bolts with a window small enough to see through so you could yearn for what was held there, but never possess it.

“Rest Caitlin. You’ve had . . . . a very long and trying day.” He said quickly standing and walking away from her to another part of the Cabin away from her eyes. Instinctively, she stood to follow after him and sooth him but she stopped. Why was she being held back from him like this? She wanted to go to him she could feel it. So what was stopping her from running to him and doing whatever she could to chase those fears away.

Her eyes closed, as one last tear escaped her eyes and slowly slid down her cheek, before her eyes opened looking in the direction he’d disappeared. “I shed one tear of joy for our wedding day, and I give it to you.” She whispered under her breath, before turning and heading into her closet closing the door behind.
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