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Lost Boys and Lost Men	By : matyasadina Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Slash Views: 4139 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost Boys and Lost Men
- 2-Two
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- 2
Title:Lost Boys and Lost Men
Author: Dina
Pairing: Peter Pan/James Hook
Raiting: R
Summary: Peter tries to deal with his confusing feelings. Hook’d rather flee from his.
Sequel to About Crocodiles and Other Strange Creatures. Read that first, please.There’s probably one more part to come in these-I should call them series now.
Warnings: Nothing really. Slash, if that’s need warning. No underage sex. More sadly no sex at all in this part.
Disclaimer: I do not own theese charachters but I don’t make any profit from this, so don’t hurt me
AN: All my gratitude goes to Laurel, who was kind enough to beta this strory, making it much better than it previously was. All the remaining mistakes are mine.

1.

He was getting old. Well, maybe not technically aging per se, as everything seemed eternal in this damned place, but still, time was changing and he was definitely feeling its effects. Or maybe his discontent was because he was spending too much time with someone too young – a mere boy. Not for the first time Hook wondered why he wasn’t sailing away. He dimly recalled that he hadn’t always been bound either to this cursed place or Peter Pan. Yes, he was quite sure about these feelings. Reminiscing about his past, he could definitely remember a chain of islands and himself, much younger, learning how to sail, how to be a captain, how to impose his will upon others. A long ago time when all his desire was focused only upon becoming a feared pirate. It was a time when he truly knew who he was and what he wanted to be – unlike now. Currently, he no longer knew who he really was but he knew what he should do – first build a ship and then find that previously familiar place once more, become feared again.

"Hook! Hook! Hey, what are you doing! You promised to help me! Oh, you are of no use! Why I even asked you in the first place is beyond me…"

Pan was whining, the little pest. Hook was becoming thoroughly disgusted with himself, especially when he found he was leaving his brooding place to go help his young companion with whatever Pan had set his stubborn mind on this time. ’Really’-he thought to himself, ’jumping up whenever he whistles! Hmmph! An old fool, that’s what you are

2.

"What took you so long? Pan complained. „You are much bigger than I am, why do I have to do everything? And now why are you just standing there, looking dumb? Take the other end of this tree and help me lift it! And…Tinkerbell get lost, you’re making everything worse!"

Peter got a brief glimpse of the Captain’s stormy face and then shut up as Hook’s expression promised no good. This wasn’t anything new. Since their strange truce of guarded cooperation, Peter had learned to be extremely aware of the pirate’s moods, especially nowadays when he seemed constantly angry.

The boy considered leaving Hook alone until the pirate’s mood improved, but then silently berated himself. He would NOT back down, after all, HE was Peter Pan! Nasty scoundrels had never frightened him - not even when they were contemplating the razor sharp tip of their evil hook.

Grumpily inquiring, Hook spoke, "Why do you even want to move that tree at all?" at almost the very moment Peter thought Hook was going to ignore him completly or try pin him up."Playing designer, Pan?"

Peter had no idea either what a designer was or what one did. Hook was always proud of his larger knowledge of words, even when some of them had no meaning at all in Neverland. The boy often wondered where Hook had learned them. He had already tried asking the Captain about whether he’d ever lived in the Real World, but he never got any definite answer as his pirate companion wasn’t very forthcoming when it came to information about his previous life. So it fell upon Peter to imagine him –much younger- as a Lost Boy, long before the era of Peter and his gang. It was hard to do so thoroughly as Hook was The Evil Pirate Captain, whose hand had been cut off by himself, Peter Pan, the Lord of Neverland. Peter also wondered what Hook’s name was before the injury - because as long as he could remember the pirate had referred to himself as Hook. Peter was admittedly glad the Captain was such a mystery, it kept him constantly occupied.

Meanwhile, Hook had seemed to make up his mind in the affirmative and assist Peter. This suprised the boy so much he almost dropped his section of the tree. The pirate wasn’t enthusiastic about hard work and he always made a point of not helping Peter if it wasn’t neccesary, so Peter was left pondering but he hadn’t the foggiest idea what had brought about this change in Hook’s behaviour.

"Now what, Pan?" Well, at least his charming manners hadn’t changed.

"Now we put it there, so you will have this bigger hole where you can slide down. See? It’s all for your benefit." Peter patiently explained as well as demonstrated.

Hook came up closely behind Peter to take a look at his new access to the bunker between the tree roots. More accurately, he moved closer to Peter but didn’t seem interested in the hole, choosing instead to whisper in Peter’s ear, "So you were just thinking of me, were you? How very thoughtful of you. Such a nice boy…"

Peter didn’t know how to respond, mostly because Hook’s close proximity was rather disturbing. Did he want to attack Peter? It didn’t seem so, but then what else could he possibly want? Peter shivered without knowing why.

Hook suddenly took a great step back and Peter turned to face him. The pirate’s cheeks were flushed and he had a wild look in his eyes.

"You…I’m…" he stuttered, before turning on his heel and storming off into the forest.

Peter stood, looking blankly after him, and thinking ’ Now what was THAT all about?’

3.

Away from the boy, Hook chided himself. ’All right, all right, calm down’ , adding a ’You bloody fool’ for good measure. Hook’s problem was that he wasn’t sure exactly what seemd to be causing his dilemma. Maybe because he had become aroused and hard because of a child? No, not reay. He was a pirate after all, he had done far worse than corrupting others, than forcing someone to please him.…

Maybe the problem was that it was Peter Pan’s appearance. He might look like just a boy -with an outfit showing much more than what was strictly appropriate mind you - but he was also a dangerous opponent, a fighter just as good as Hook himself, if not better.

So no matter from which perspective he viewed the situation, the problem originated with his not wanting to corrupt, not wanting to force this child to please him.

But why? What was different now?

Hook sighed, and sat down on his rock, where he usually sat while thinking. Looking at the calm sea he ponderd this new question. He was used to taking what he wanted, and he wanted the boy badly. He wondered when that desire had started, and finally came to the conclusion it originated a long time ago. He rememberd the biting jealousy he felt when Wendy was here, the urge to take her away from Pan, to have Peter all to himself.

And now…now he had Pan for himself. But he hadn’t yet done anything till now with the exception of just looking. Stolen glances when the boy was bathing, dressing, sleeping. Just glances because…because…he was intrigued and confused.

Hook sighed again. Somewhere along the way, when he wasn’t paying enough attention to his feelings and reactions, he had actually started to care for the brat. He didn’t want to cause harm- at least not permanent harm to him and he didn’t want Pan to hate him again. It was ridiculous, really. Probably it was due to spending too much time with him. Hook conveniently ignored the fact that he never cared for any of his crew, no matter how many time he spended with them. Peter was a different case after all. Nothing associated with him was ever simple in Hook’s mind.

4.

Peter pondered and pondered and finally believed he had pinpointed Hook’s problem –Hook was so bored with no one else that he was starting to loose his sanity; assuming, of course, he had any of that from the begining.

Peter could understand that element of Hook - he too often felt the need to boss around someone as he had previously done so with the Lost Boys. Hook used to have his ship and his crew, but now he had no one to direct, as P was was never good at obeying orders from anyone.

Now quite proud of himself, he further complimented himself because he not only realised the problem, he had found a solution too. In retrospect, it was all so easy and he wondered why he had never thought about it before Hook came along.

Now, all he needed to do was to find some new Lost Boys. He was sure there must be abandoned children still existing in the Real World, all he had to do was to find them and bring them here. He thought about bringing a girl or two, also, this time. After all, it was nice to have Wendy around, but in the end he rejected the idea because he thought she had caused too much trouble and then took away the old Lost Boys in the end.

He couldn’t wait to break the news to the Captain - he was sure he would be just as enthusiastic about this as Peter himself was.

-*-*-

"You are going to what?" Hook shouted.

Peter really didn’t know what was so incomprehensible about his plan. In addition, Peter was bothered that Hook didn’t seemed enthusiastic at all. Maybe he just didn’t know what was good for him. After all, he dressed in what Peter considered to be rather girly dresses and smoked those awfully smelly cigarettes, too.

So, disregarding the pirate’s complaints he flew off with the promise he he would be back soon. Hook’s muttered "What a horrible idea!" was cheerfully ignored as he set off on his new mission.

After much effort with little result, Peter started to wonder if the pirate had been right after all. Finding Lost Boys turned out to be a much harder job than he rememberd. He was spending entirely way too much time in the Real World, something he usually tried to avoid. Time seemed to take revenge on him here because it couldn’t reach him in Neverland. He was aging way too fast and that made him nervous and irritable. And this obvifrusfrustration certainly didn’t help him in convincing lonely boys to join him. Those who hesitated, he either simply left or shouted at them, ensuring they wouldn’t want to join him at all.

In the nend, only three children came with him: The first one to join was a small, brown eyed boy who was clutching a three-legged wooden horse. His name was Martin, and he was the eighth child of a poor family. He seemed slightly frightened, but he was more than glad to come. Peter watched him before recruiting: watched as his older brothers bullied him when their mother wasn’t looking, watched him as he ate his painfully small dinner, watched him flinch when his mother hit him; Peter felt he understod Martain quite well.

The second one of his new gang was Evan, a rather spoiled, rich kid. He was older than Martin, and around the same age Peter was when he left Neverland. When Peter asked him why he wanted to come – since he seemed to have everything- he just shrugged and said he was bored out of his mind. Peter could understand that as well.

The third and fourth recruits, Gregor and Dean, had circumstances similar to Martin’s, eating little and getting bullied, but they hadn’t even any parents. Their smiles as they flew away from the orphanage were as bright as the midnight stars.

Peter hoped that four counted as a crew by Hook’s standards because he wasn’t ready to spend one more minute in this world.

5.

The temperature rose, the weather turned sunny, flowers bloomed and birds sang; Peter Pan was home again.

Hook groaned and burrowed his head under his pillow but it didn’t help. The numerous blankets he threw over himself against the cold were too warm now. And his head was pounding, probably due to the massive amount of rum he seemed to recall drinking. He must have drunk a lot, because what he had felt suspiciously like a hangover, and he hadn’t had one of those since he started to learn the tricks of navigating a ship.

He weakly called from under the blankets for Smee. When no answer came, he tried again louder. Still nothing, so he crawled out of bed and looked around dumbly. He wasn’t at his ship. As things came back slowy he also noticed the changes - the warmth, the bird songs, and the bloody smell of flowers. Pan!

Now he remembered, that was why he started drinking. Because when Pan wasn’t here it was cold. Now everything became clear: he had started to drink because Pan wasn’t here.

He frowned and stumbled to the basin to wash his face.

Emerging from their ’home’, dressed and more mentally alert, he looked around, scanning the horizon for the brat. And there he was, a little black point growing bigger against the blue of the sky…and accompanied by four other similar points.

’Oh, no, please no’ he thought desperately ’please let them be fairies, everbirds…whatever…
just not more annoying little brats!’

But as the figures become closer and larger, it was obvious that they were exactly what Hook had feared. By the time they had landed in front of him, he saw red.

But when Pan stepped to him with a grin on his his face and announced: "Our new crew!" he suddenly became distracted. Pan had grown while he was away – grown quite a bit. He was no longer a boy with the never-to-be-fulfilled promise of one day becoming a handsome man; he was now a gangly teenager. Pan had grown taller and his clothes reached lower and covered less than ever. Hook felt the sharp twist of arousal in his lower belly. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing emerged.

Before he could try again the oldest looking child asked suspiciously – and disrespectfully –: "Who the hell are you? Peter said no adults lived here!"

Hook wouldn’t have tolerated that tone of voice from anyone even during his better days – Pan being an expection- but now, when he possessed a hangover accompanied by a pounding head and unwashed clothes, his anger simply boiled over. Silently, he raised his hook in preparation to slash this rude interloper.

The boy’s eyes widened in fear-he didn’t even had time to try to move away- but Pan, who was quite used to Hook, guessed what would happen, and before the hook could reach the intended target, he steped forward, blocking the deadly metal weapon with his dagger.

Peter shouted, "Evan, that was stupid! Don’t you see, he’s not just an adult? He’s a pirate!" he said like it explained everything. Adding insult to injury, Pan then had the nerve to smile up at Hook, his teeth flashing and asked "Did you miss me?"

Hook felt it was just too much for him now. He would deal with this latest challenge when he no loner had a splitting headache. Momentarily defeated, Hook merely grunted something, threw his hair over his shoulder with a nervous gesture, and stormed off, refusing to admit even to himself that he was fleeing. He then hoped they hadn’t managed to kill all of the crocodiles and one would came and swallow him whole.
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