Hook's Back.
A/N: With the idea that Hook was swallowed by that god-forsaken crocodile in both the hit 2003 movie and book, I have continued on from that including a little bit from Hook's boyhood, which may explain his infatuation with Wendy Darling. Please read and review, and to let you know I'm working on three fan fics at the same time, so the more reviews I get – the sooner the updates. This story may be short so be warned.
Ten years before Hook first meets Pan, Hook himself was a young boy with a dream. He wanted to grow up as quickly as possible. But of course, Captain James Hook was known back then as James Winston. Young James had friends, fewer than most, but there was one that he chose to confine in. A girl, around eight years old by the name of Wendy. She and James were one of a kind, young Wendy often scolded by her father for she chose to act like a boy rather than a girl.
"I want to be a Barrister when I grow up". Declared James proudly, as he and Wendy sat by the pond on a warm summers day, hunting for tadpoles.
"You won't get anywhere if you spend hours down here". Wendy protested, wrinkling her nose. "What does hunting tadpoles have to do with Law?"
James shrugged his shoulders and dumped the newly acquired pets into his jar and shut the lid. "I don't know. I just like it down here, I like the water".
Wendy gave a yawn and dipped her toes amongst the lily pads. "I suppose it is relaxing".
James grabbed Wendy's arm and yanked her upward, pointing profusely to the local bullies coming over the hill. "Hide!" He told her, thrusting the jar and her shoes in her arms.
"James…!" Protested Wendy, as she was shoved into the bushes and ordered to keep quiet. The ten-year-old rolled down his pants and started to walk in the opposite direction of the bullies, until he felt something grab the back of his shirt.
"Hey… Winston". Said the leader, a large boy – perhaps ten times the size of James. If you looked closely enough, this ten year old could well likely have facial hair he was that big. The leader pulled James around to face him, James being lifted off his feet. "Where's Wendy?"
"I… I… don't know". James said, keeping his poker face. He was thrown on the ground.
"Her father wanted to give you a message". The leader sneered, glaring down at James as he tried to scurry to his feet.
Wendy gasped, placing the jar and her shoes on the ground.
"R… really?" Asked James, rising. "What's that?" The answer was a violent punch to the gut, and James lurched forward, clutching his stomach in agony.
"When we're finished with you, you'll be so black and blue your own parents won't recognise you!"
"No!" Cried Wendy from the bush, jumping out, the attacks on James subsiding. "Leave him alone!"
"Ohhh, James has a girlfriend!" Chanted a scrawny boy, his glasses a bit sideways.
"You heard me!" Wendy snapped, advancing.
"You got lucky this time, Winston". Snarled the leader, glaring at Wendy. She had succeeded in beating him up – once and he couldn't take that chance again. "Next time we won't be so nice toward your girlfriend".
James only groaned in pain.
The bullies were soon out of sight and Wendy crouched beside him, sighing at a trickle of blood exiting his nose.
"They're the types that will end up as criminals". Wendy frowned, slowly helping James up as he held his head forward.
"Yew dadn't ave ta do dat…" Said James.
Wendy smiled. "Trust me. Any longer, and you'd have more than a broken nose. Come on, I'm sure father didn't send you that message. Let's go".
"Wendy…!" Came a voice, a male voice, as he fled down the hillside and gasped at the sight of his daughter's dress slightly stained by her best friend's blood. "Wendy!"
"Father!" Wendy replied. "The gang did this…"
Wendy's father frowned and glanced at James, tilting his head up slightly. "There isn't much one can do for a broken nose, I'm afraid".
"You didn't, send them, did you, father?" Wendy asked.
"Don't be ridiculous! I would never do such a thing. I saw the boys passing and I believed you were down here, so I asked them to fetch you".
James grunted something under his breath.
"I think he said 'Why did you want Wendy?' Wendy shrugged.
"Your mother and I… are planning a little vacation". Smiled Wendy's father, as they walked back to the town.
"Vacation? Really? Where?" Wendy asked, her face brightening.
"I'll tell you when we get home, dear. I'm quite sure young James's parents are worried about his whereabouts".
The warm summer day was slowly drawing to a close, as James entered his home. His mother looked saddened as she placed meat on his nose.
"Wot… ish… rong?" James asked, peering with one eye as his other was covered by the large steak.
She didn't reply for a few minutes, her face downcast and fearing for her son's reaction.
"Wendy… has been transferred to a boarding school for girls in France. Her father made it quite clear that they are never returning to England".
James went pale. He threw the meat onto the floor and bolted up to his bedroom, slamming the door and glaring at the wall in pure hatred. How dare they take away his Wendy.
He had fought for hours, scraping away at the inside of the Crocodile with his hook. His beautiful velvet coat was now covered in the beast's mucus and some blood, as it had been for the last few days. Or was it months? He had no recollection for the time outside. Slowly, he smelt fresh air. A tiny hole now forming in the Crocodile's side, and it began to fill with water. He cursed under his breath and tore his hook downward through the hole, the beast letting out a howl of pain as it was torn open from the inside. He broke through the skin, muscle and mucus, legs kicking profusely as he swam toward the surface, the beast's blood swarming around him. He had a few minutes before the sharks came. It was lucky he had some strength left, for he made the shore in two minutes. He collapsed on his back, and closed his eyes, laughing madly. James Hook was back.