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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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R and R, please! More lemons on the horizon, btw – just a chapter or two more to go!

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Nine: An Unlikely Saviour with Potential

I didn’t have anything to do and Hook left me alone, so I spent a number of very long hours in my room, doing nothing. Eventually I grew thirsty, so I went to the bathroom and had a drink of water. The valet had cleared the table while I was in my room. Hook was sitting at his desk, reading some papers and counting gold pieces.
“We’ll be leaving for lunch in an hour, so make yourself presentable,” he said without looking up at me.
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?” He looked at me confused.
“Why should I bother? The governor isn’t going to help me. I’m a captive and he knows it. So why bother to make myself presentable? Who really cares what I look like?” I asked peevishly.
“I care,” he said. He sat back in his chair. “I do not want a slovenly woman on my arm when I attend the governor’s luncheon, so you will make yourself presentable before we leave this room.”
“Define presentable,” I said. I crossed my arms and scowled at him.
“I don’t know. Do those things that women do to make themselves look attractive, I suppose,” he said. He scowled back at me.
“I don’t know what those things are. And even if I did know, I don’t have anything with which to make myself look… pretty,” I said.
“I believe you were put here to make my life difficult,” he muttered to me, before he got up and pulled the bell for the valet. When the valet arrived, he demanded a variety of feminine products be brought for me, “and send up a ladies’ maid.” He glared at me. “I imagine that will do?”
“Fine,” I said. I slumped down on the couch and my stomach growled hugely. “Am I going to be allowed to eat at lunch? Or will I have to suck you off underneath the governor’s table to earn my meal?”
“While that’s a charming possibility, it would be difficult to get away with,” he said with a chuckle. “I can just see the governor’s face now, though. He’d want some too. Unless I feel I have to, I’m not inclined to share. So the answer would be you may eat lunch. To forbid you to do so would seem strange and I would prefer to seem as ordinary as possible at the moment.”
“It serves your purposes?” I asked, unsure what those purposes might be.
“Indeed,” was all he replied.

A knock at the door indicated the arrival of the ladies’ maid and the personal products Hook had ordered. The maid bustled me into my room and sat me down to do my hair.
“Where are you going, miss?” she asked before beginning.
“Uh, the governor’s house for lunch,” I replied, and she pursed her lips.
“I see,” she said, picking up a tortoise shell backed brush. “Then we’d best not make you too attractive.”
“Why? What’s the governor like?”
“I shouldn’t gossip, miss,” the maid said. She looked at me in the mirror and pursed her lips again. “But I have heard tell he’s a right old letch.”
“I see,” I said with a sigh. “Between the governor and Hook, then, I’m screwed.”
“Oh yes, miss, that’s his intention from what I understand,” she agreed as she piled my hair up on my head. She giggled. “I’ve heard the governor’s… thing… is right tiny.”
“Ah.” I didn’t know what to say to that.
“Perhaps you’ll be able to tell me if that’s true or not,” she said. She tucked a comb into my hair and pulled a few curls down to brush against my neck.
“I sincerely hope not,” I said fervently.
“I’ve never seen a lady with tattoos,” she said, changing the topic. “They look at bit strange, don’t they? Now, a man with tattoos, he looks a bit dangerous, wouldn’t you say? But a woman with tattoos…” I cut her off.
“I like tattoos,” I said, a bit defensively. She started to apply makeup to my face—powder, eye shadow, blush, and lipstick. When she was done, I looked a bit more like a tart than I felt, and that was saying something. “Wow. I look… like a total slut. I thought you were trying to make me not too attractive?”
“I don’t think that looks particularly attractive, miss,” she said with a frown. “Perhaps a bit less rouge on the cheeks?”
“Perhaps,” I said.

She tried again and I looked a lot better the second time.
“There. That’s better, I think,” she said. “Now, where are your shoes?”
“I don’t have any.”
“You don’t have any shoes?” She squinted at me.
“I’m a captive here. Captain Hook won’t give me shoes because he doesn’t want me to run away,” I explained. Her eyebrows rose into her hairline and her eyes grew wide.
“Surely someone will rescue you!” she said, her hand to her mouth in horror.
“I don’t think so,” I said with a sigh. “No one I know has a clue where I am and who here would risk their lives to rescue me?”
“Well, perhaps some gentleman…”
“No one’s going to stick his neck out for my sake,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m on my own here.” The door opened and Hook stuck his head in.
“Are you ready?” he asked impatiently.
“She is, sir,” the maid replied. I shrugged and stepped barefoot into the living room. Hook’s eyes swept my body and ended with my face. He grinned at me.
“You look ravishing, my dear,” he said. The valet handed him his coat and helped him buckle it on.
“I hope not,” I said. The valet gave a snort and Hook glared at him.
“And why not?” Hook asked me. I shrugged again.
“I’m hearing some interesting things about this governor and being ravished isn’t something I’m interested in, thanks,” I said. The valet looked at me and I thought I saw surprise on his face. He was a young man with a bland face, but tall and lean of limb. He seemed to blend into the woodwork whenever he was in the room, and it was unusual for him to react at all to anything we said. I rolled my eyes at him and he looked away.
“Whatever happens at lunch, or after lunch, will happen only if I allow it. If I ask you to do anything, you will do it, do you understand?” Hook said to me, and his eyes flashed with the briefest spark of anger. I folded my arms across my chest, much too aware of my lack of underwear to be really defiant. It’s amazing how hard it is to be defiant and strong when there’s a breeze blowing up your pubic hair. “Do you understand? Answer me.”
“I get it, yeah,” I said. I wrinkled my nose and rolled my eyes. “I’m a captive. Right. I’ve got no rights at all. Got it.”
“I believe you may understand at that,” Hook said with approval. “Is the carriage ready?”
“Yes, sir,” the valet said. “It’s waiting downstairs for you.”

“A carriage?” I asked, following Hook and the valet out the door of the suite.
“Yes,” Hook said, his hat in his hand. He put it on and checked it in a hall mirror. We headed down the stairs to the main foyer. “The governor has sent his carriage for us.” I nodded and then stopped before the door to the outside. I remembered how painful it had been to walk the main path and didn’t want to walk on it again. Hook walked a little way ahead of me, then he stopped and turned back to look at me. “Well?”
“I’m not walking across that without shoes,” I said with a gesture toward the path. One could plainly see little bits of broken glass embedded in the concrete.
“I’m not going to carry you,” he said, and folded his arms. The valet looked at us both, and then approached me.
“You’re not going to carry me either,” I said, and tried to pull away from him, but he was stronger than he looked.
“I won’t drop you, miss,” he said, and picked me up in his arms. I resigned myself to being carried to the carriage, and put my arms about his neck. Then he surprised me. “My name is Simon, miss. I’m working on a plan to rescue you, but you mustn’t say a word to the captain. No, don’t answer. Just understand that I’m going to try and help you.” I tried not to react at all to what I’d just heard, but it was hard. I wanted to cry, I was so overwhelmed that somebody, anybody in this stupid place was willing to try and help me! I leaned my head against him as he carried me down the path to the carriage that waited in the drive. Hook gave us a nasty look when we approached him.
“I’ll take her,” he said, reaching for me with his good hand.
“It’s okay, sir. I’ll help her into the carriage,” the valet said. He neatly avoided Hook and put me into the carriage. I shifted to the other side of the seat as Hook climbed in. The valet stood and watched as we left; our eyes met as the carriage pulled away and then I was forced to look away as Hook grabbed my chin with his hand.
“What’s this all about?” he asked, pulling my head toward him viciously. “Something’s going on here.”
“Nothing’s going on. I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about!” I protested. He looked at me and I met his eyes defiantly. Then he kissed me, hard. I was shocked. What the hell was going on here?
“I’m going to have to dismiss my valet,” he muttered and pushed me away from him. I shook my head, confused. How did he know what Simon had said to me? “He obviously fancies you and I won’t have that.” I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just jealousy and power. Hook didn’t know about Simon’s desire to play hero, thank god.
“That’s crazy,” I said. “He wouldn’t have the guts to do anything about it, even if it were true.”
“Be that as it may, I won’t have my servants lusting after you,” Hook muttered. I turned away from him to look out the window. The streets were full of people in colourful outfits from all sorts of places and times, shopping, trading, and gossiping. I wished there were some way I could jump out of the carriage and just run away into the crowd, but I could see pirates everywhere and I knew that I wouldn’t be any safer out in the town than I was in the carriage with Hook. If anything, Hook’s strange jealousy of me made it safer to be with him than with anyone else. I sighed, sat back in the carriage, and hoped Simon would find a way to save me before the Governor’s lunch.
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