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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: The Captain's Past

A/N: This time I just want to explain that time issues aren't important here. I'm not sure if I am being accurate in my exchanges between Wendy/Hook and other scenes such as London and Wendy's family/Steven and his aunt. Please ignore it. Maybe later it will be important, so let's just pretend that it all makes sense :) Or call it author's privilege.

It was while on the bridge that Wendy finally found the courage to ask the Captain what had been on her mind for awhile now.

After breakfast she had quickly changed, having not needed a bath for she¡¦d had one the day before. Smee had brought her a bowl of water which she used to splash her face and other areas of her body. Then she changed into one of the three outfits the Captain had tailored for her at the men's shop in the alley. They were each already worn, having used them during some of her times training with a sword or dagger.

Upon arriving to the bridge she had found the captain going over logs, notes, and several maps. A compass and several tools, including a quill and ink jar, were laid out upon one of the maps, and she could see where he had made several markings.

Her eyes were curiously drawn to where they had started sailing from Wilkshire and she was amazed to note the path the Jolly Rancher had taken since. She also noticed how close they were to where the Captain had placed an X. She asked him to explain.

"You know, you can call me by my name if you so wish." He told her with another smirk.

"I beg your pardon, Captain?"

"James. My real name is James. Just don't let the crew hear you call me that. Unless it is Smee.'

Wendy smiled, and continued their banter. "I thought Smee was more than just a crew member, Capt... mean, James."

"You are correct. He is a confidant. I trust him completely. You, however, are still attempting to reach that...position." He said the last word more quietly.

Missing his double meaning, she simply smiled and looked over to the maps again. "Could you explain these to me? I only know little, that there are mathematical and astronomical means to plot a course."

The Captain then spent nearly half an hour introducing Wendy to his methods. This led them to more casual conversation, leaving Wendy comfortable enough to speak more boldly.

"James, tell me about Neverland. How...I mean, how is it that you are HERE and not THERE?"

The Captain scowled. Not at Wendy, but at something else. He wasn't ready to answer such questions. Then again, Wendy was in fact HERE and proving to be more than just his "captive". But could he trust her? With the truth?

"Do you really want to know? I suppose so, otherwise you¡¦d value your life more than dare ask me that question. I guess the real question is¡Kare you ready to know?"

Wendy looked at him confused. She wasn't sure how to interpret his response. He hadn't become angry like she suspected he might, nor had he gone into an immediate explanation. Instead he further questioned her and her curiosity. It was then that it dawned on her - there was something far more deep to understanding Neverland, Peter, and Captain James Hook than she'd ever imagined.

In London

Michael smiled as he read the telegram from his brother John. It read that his elder brother was, in fact, returning home and was eager to help find their sister. Of course, it also read that John would be with company¡Ka young lady he was courting from an affluent family. Michael had scowled at that part...but Michael had failed to mention in his original letter to John that Captain Hook was involved in Wendy's disappearance. He hadn¡¦t wanted to mention it in writing, for Hook was a dangerous man and he didn't want to take any chances.

While John was eager to make his mark in the world, courting such a woman seemed only natural, Michael was the opposite. He wanted to help those less fortunate. The lost boys, taken in by their family years ago, was something Michael held in pride. John never mentioned it in company of high society.

Michael now sighed. He had only until the next day before John and his young lady friend, and a chaperone no doubt, would arrive. He entered the common room where his parents were currently discussing recent developments with the Cravens. Steven and Gertrude Craven. The man who had been courting Wendy and his aunt, an unmarried spinster who seemed too eager to have her only living relative court the Darling¡¦s only daughter of age. If only Aunt Millicent were here ¡V she would surely put the Cravens in their place. But alas ¡V she was on Honeymoon with her third husband, a widow and member from Parlaiment.

"Michael!" His mother called out upon seeing her youngest son. "We have news." As Michael scanned the room he noticed two officers and a detective present. The officers kept themselves in the back of the room, while the detective sat next to his father on side of the room, his mother sat next to Steven and Ms. Craven on the other.

Upon settling himself with a cup of coffee, his father explained. "A former crew member of the Jolly Rancher has been found and is currently in custody. He verified Wendy's presence aboard the ship until they docked at Wilkshire. That is all we have heard thus far." Mr. Darling then turned to the man next to him. "Detective Regan, please continue."

The detective, a thirty-year old man with red hair, coughed slightly, catching Michael's uneasy glance. He went into speculative detail about the captive's account of being a crew member of Captain Hook's. It was uninformative, and soon the morning tea party was over. As the detective made his way to leave, Michael offered to lead him out.
As he suspected, the detective had more to say.

As they reached the police carriage, Michael asked. "Tell me what else you found out. I know you held back"

The detective nodded. "I apologize, Mr. Darling. I can tell you share my concerns."

Michael nodded. "I do not trust the Craven family." He spoke freely as the detective entered the carriage while the two officers joined the driver.

"Aye. Please apologize to your parents for my withholdings. It is my opinion that the prisoner was trying to tell me something - that your sister, Ms. Wendy, was not entirely in disagreement to her predicament."

Michael raised a brow. A habit shared he shared with his sister. "Please continue."

Mr. Regan nodded. "I can tell you are mature for your age, so I will share this with you in confidence. I was led to believe that Captain Hook believed your sister to be in some sort of danger from Mr. Craven. Before taking your sister Captain Hook shared with his first mate that her suitor held ill intentions - your family's wealth being his primary goal." The detective waited as Michael held the carriage door for him. "It was also said that the young lady was given a choice. Seeing that your sister has not returned of her own accord, it is possible that she chose to stay on board the Jolly Rancher. Good day, Mr. Darling. If you wish to learn more, they are transferring the prisoner to my precinct for trail. He should arrive tomorrow. I will allow you to accompany me for questioning. Meet me in two days at the morning hour of nine."

With that Michael allowed the carriage door to close and watched as the royal police carriage disappeared down the street.

On the Ship

Wendy nodded.

The Captain smiled. He knew she was ready. He knew the moment he¡¦d found her with the dead body of the enemy¡Kthe foul man who had attempted to rape her. She'd told him what happened, how she had waited - lifting her skirts and finding the knife he'd given her - then cutting the man's throat without hesitation.

But he couldn't tell her everything...yet.

"It all began when I was a boy. My brother and I¡Khe was older by a couple of years¡Kwe were sometimes close yet so different from each other. He was playful, adventurous. He embraced his youth. I was the opposite."

Wendy quirked her brow with this statement, but let him continue.

The Captain smiled genuinely and took a step closer to her. "I was in fact, a bookworm. Couldn't stop reading, once I finished one book I was eager to pick up the next. Our father had a small library, but knew people in the right circles. We were always visiting others, families more wealthy than our own. Their libraries seemed endless to me, and they always let me read whatever I asked for.

Father sometimes thought it was a nuisance¡Khe thought I should be out playing with my brother. And encouraged it.

Everyone loved him...my brother, that is. He was the golden child. I was...I suppose others thought I was amusing, always having my nose in a book. Even when we played, I always had one in my hands, even when we visited the shores. Imagine playing on the beaches with a copy of Don Quixote in one hand. My brother teased me constantly."

"Your brother..." Wendy stopped him. The Captain was now wearing a expression that seemed¡Kdistant, sad. "Who was he?"

"A boy who loved his youth. He disappeared when I was still quite young, and it devastated my father. My mother became ill shortly after, and died two years later. My father spent the rest of his days and our monetary sources on searching for my brother. He fell gravely ill on my fourteenth birthday and we were taken in by a wealthy family."

Wendy shyly placed a hand on the Captain¡¦s. She knew he was now struggling to maintain composure, no matter how confident he seemed at other times. She waited in silence for him to continue.

"I sold our family home, which was all we had left, and bought myself an education. I was young, but had already surpassed others my age in academic scholar. I finished the university when I was just shy of my seventeenth birthday. And then I made the decision...the decision to find my brother myself. To finish my father's quest. If not for myself...for my father.

I found passage on a ship heading to the West Indies, and quickly passed rank until I was the Captain¡¦s personal assistant. Then we were attacked."

"By pirates?" Wendy asked excitedly, now entranced by the Captain's story.

The Captain nodded. "My own Captain fell almost immediately. The pirates took over, but I was able to see something others couldn¡¦t. Weakness. Weakness in their own Captain¡¦s leadership. I killed him and took over myself. This only took me two or three days. I became a pirate Captain and never looked back."

Wendy shivered, her small hand still placed on the Captain's large one. He grasped it gently and pulled her close. She could almost feel his warmth penetrating her as they stood mere inches apart.

Her words stammered as they came out. "And...and how did...what did you do? As a pirate captain?"

The Captain's free arm ¡V the one with the hook - slid across the small of Wendy¡¦s back and pulled her closer. Their bodies were now touching just slightly.

"I did whatever they wanted. We raided other ships and took what we wanted. Without hesitation. I paid my crew well, but let the weak ones go once we hit shore. I only kept the faithful - no crew ever questioned my orders. Those that did were let go¡Kone way or another. I built my reputation until I finally found him - I found my brother."

Wendy was about to ask him where, but was stopped when she felt the Captains lips upon her own.

The Captain had had enough. Wendy was watching his story with such attention and admiration that he could not help it. He wondered how often she became the audience of a story, rather than the teller. Her eyes were hypnotizing as he continued his tale of a past life, her soft lips became unbearable to withstand. He had to kiss her...and he did.

The kiss lasted quite some time. The Captain let his lips softly explore Wendy¡¦s, eventually begging for entrance. It was when he finally moved his free hand from hers to gently stroke her cheek that she gasped slightly, and he plundered his tongue into her open mouth.

Wendy was at first startled by the new sensation, for she had never kissed a man so deeply before. She had never wanted to¡Kuntil now. She shyly allowed the Captain¡¦s exploration and then began her own until their tongues were battling for dominance. She barely noticed the arm with the hook shoving the maps behind her aside until the Captain hoisted her upon his desk, his body moving in closer as her legs naturally moved aside to let him. She could feel his groin move against hers, and felt the hardness between his legs. Her body shivered in nervousness, but quickly the feeling changes to something more.

Unsure of what might happen next, she waited until his lips started to descent on her jaw line, then to her neck. "James..." She whispered.

His name upon her lips only made him increase his fervor and she momentarily forgot what she was going to ask.

Finally, she asked. "James, who was your brother?" Despite her feelings of pleasure, she knew the question was important.

The Captain immediately paused. The look in his eyes quickly changed from passion to coldness.

"Peter. His name was...is Peter." With that Captain James Hook quickly detached himself from Wendy. He looked away. "Get out."
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