A/N: This is all because of a dream I had, where I was talking to a friend, Hook comes over, picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and runs off. So this story is just for laughs and fun. Not to be taken seriously. I will still do my best to keep the characters IN character and there will be no random lovin' and kisses with Hook being totally OOC(out of character) He is a pirate and shall act like one. Peter and other characters from the movie will also make an appearance but there will be NO romance between My OC and Peter or any other characters. If my OC starts acting like a Mary Sue, PLEASE TELL ME SO THAT I MAY FIX IT! Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or it's characters
This is inspired by KP-chan's work, Through My Eyes, so go read that too! It's on here and DeviantArt(as is my story)
Also here is a short summary.
Summary: Regina is at a sleepover with some friends. They have a game where they watch their favorite Disney movies and then ask questions concerning the character currently onscreen and them selves. Unknown to the girls, they are being watched as they watch Peter Pan. The question, "Would you kiss Hook if given the chance?" comes up and Regina says yes. Thus a plan is set into motion and the girl is kidnapped by Captain James Hook and taken to Neverland. Regina is sure the pirate captain is up to something from his sweet gentlemanly manner and devious smile. Not long after spending time in the drawn world with cartoon characters that Regina notices a change in herself. Now she must try and find a way back home before it's too late.
Chapter 1
Kisses For A Disney Villain
What was supposed to be a simple sleepover, play a few games, watch a movie, and go to bed by no later than 12am, escalated to so much more. We had eaten ice-cream, varies candies, and other sweets giving us a major sugar high with even more junk food sitting on the table waiting for us, and it was now 11:30. The morning was going to be dreadful as we all had to work, but all five of us rarely got to be together so we went all out. The Disney trivia game we had started turned out to be a lot harder than we thought and was changed to a sort of Disney truth or dare while watching the movie, which turned out to be much more fun anyway. First was The Little Mermaid, which we just finished, and now was Peter Pan.
"Whose favorite villain is Hook?" Said one of my overly excited friends. The mentioned villain was on the screen looking over a map of Neverland in his continued search for Peter Pan. Every time a different character appeared, the questions would revolve around that character. "Reggie!" She exclaimed, causing all eyes to turn to me since I was the only one to raise their hand.
My hazel eyes looked around at my friends as I moved one of the two blonde stripes of hair behind my ear and the rest of my long chocolate hair lay on my back. The continued gaze of the girls caused me to adjust my position before blurting out, "Yes, he's my fav!" I replied with a grin, glancing back at the TV to see Hook shoot one of his crew for singing. A laugh followed and I turned back to my sugar high friends. "He's a pirate, goofy, and just awesome." Of course there was more reason than that, but it was harder to remember with four pairs of eyes watching me.
One rolled her eyes while responding, "Captain Jack Sparrow is better." A friendly fight would have broken out if Kyrsten, who had asked the previous question, hadn't interrupted. "It's still my turn to ask." The question that was usually asked was, who is you're favorite character or villain and would you kiss said character? Which of course, is what was asked of me. "So, would you?"
"He'd shoot me before I got the chance." Was my answer.
"Alright, so he's tied up, his crew is gone, and you have him all to yourself." I could feel a blush start to rush to my cheeks. "Well?"
"Yes." My cheeks turned a light pink from the thought and a couple of the girls laughed. It was a little frustrating how easily I end up blushing and crying. Part of being an overly emotional female I suppose.
"How about French kissing him?" She exclaimed. The scene played out in my head, soon after kissing him, Captain Hook would break free and slit my throat with his hook. Yeah, that's probably what'd happen. Still, the blush rose to a bright red covering my face. More laughter followed with Hook yelling at Smee in the background. Turning back to the TV, I noticed Hook turning to the screen grinning. Was he always grinning like that? The thought was pushed aside as the scene changed and the movie continued as normal.
Our Disney marathon and games continued till late in the night and we didn't sleep till after 3. All but one of us slept in till late afternoon, but it still wasn't enough to prepare us for the work day is seems. As for myself, the day couldn't have been any longer. Not only was I tired, had a long work day, and was by myself that day to closing, but even after I had closed there was still lots of work to be done. It was nearly 11:30 by the time I finished and locked the doors behind me. A long heavy sigh escaped and my head fell on the glass door. Looking down to my right were three bags of trash that still needed to be taken out.
"Uhg. Just throw these away and you're done." I told myself. As I picked up one of the bags, a voice from behind made me jump around.
"Pardon me, but it seems you are in need of some help." Even with the street lights it was hard to make him out. What I could see was that he was almost a foot taller than me, had a very big hat and a long coat. "Here, let me help you."
"Thank you." A sensible person would probably refused their help but I was too tired to care and was grateful for any help I could get. When he reached down, I thought I saw some metal object shine against the light briefly. Now the sensible part of me speaks up and my imagination kicks in. Was I going to be the victim of a mugger? I'd best just give him my purse if he shows any sign of hostility and run. Or maybe it was just the reflection of his watch? Every part of me prayed for the latter.
"Is everything alright?" There was something very familiar about his voice, and I was sure I'd heard it somewhere before, recently too.
"Yeah." A yawn escaped before I could say anymore. "It's late and I'm tired." We turned the corner where the large dumpster was and there a group of men were waiting. "Geh?" I exclaimed and nearly dropped the bag of trash.
"Forgive me my dear. I forgot to mention a few of my, friends were waiting for you." The man looked down at me with a smile and eyes that seemed to burn and he seemed even more familiar. His friends started towards me, my heart beat against my chest in terror.
I dropped the bag and ran.
Behind me I could hear the running steps of my pursuers with some of their laughter. Different scenarios of what was going to happen to me if I was caught, ran through my mind, giving me enough motive and energy to keep running. Dashing out of the empty parking lot I came to a nearby school and hurried in, mentally thanking whoever built the place for not putting gates around the school. Maybe, just maybe if I could lose them in here, I might make it back out and find someone to help me. Within the school grounds, there was no light to help my pursuers, or me. But I hand the upper hand since I had gone here for high school a few years ago. Soon after I made it to the other side, but I tripped and fell on something that cut my left arm. I did my best not to cry out and started to run again. After climbing over the fence, I was out of the school and there was no sign of the men chasing me.
"Thank you God." I prayed, clutching my left arm. After all that happened today and last night, I was beyond exhausted. When I thought of using my cell to call for help, I realized my purse was left back at the dumpster with the trash I dropped. Luckily the school was next to a residential neighborhood and hopefully someone would let me use their phone. Taking a deep breath, I started forward, only to have something hit the back of my head knocking me down. Laying there on the ground, I began to lose consciousness.
"Sorry there miss. But the captain doesn't want no trouble from you."
Wow... What a dream I had, at least, I'm pretty sure it was. Lets see, I was at work, when some guy with a big hat approached me, then these guys started chasing me all around my old high school. Yeah, that certainly sounds like a dream I'd have. Why is it I dream about my old high school sometimes, and what why was I randomly being chased, and why does my head hurt so much? Oh please no, I don't want to wake up with a migraine, not when I have to work this morning.
My hand reached for the back of my head where the pain was the greatest and found a pillow. I almost remember moving the pillow over my head earlier, must have done it while I was half asleep. A lot of times when I was getting a headache in the morning, I would move a pillow over my head to hide the sunlight and tell my parents how I was feeling so they wouldn't wake me. Feeling under the pillow I found my head and touched a large bump that made me breathe in sharply.
"Ok, ow!" My face buried itself into the mattress... hold on. This doesn't feel like my bed. Shifting around, I felt the rest of the bed I was in. It wasn't a bed, but a hammock! Slowly I moved the pillow from my head, my eyes still closed. "Please, please, please, please-" I chanted, hoping for a familiar or even a friendly environment and opened my eyes. "What in the..."
The room I was in wasn't at all what I had expected, hoped, or dreaded it to be. In fact, it didn't look completely real, but drawn. All the walls were made of wood and nearly everything else was too. Some of the beams went down the wall and were decorated with a simple pattern. The room didn't have much, some more hammocks on one wall, a few stools, a simple full length mirror, and a couple of chests resting in the corner with a mess of clothes next to it, and a few round windows that I think are portholes. Across from me was a door looking as drawn out as everything else. It was like someone wallpapered the background to a cartoon room. Was this some kind of a joke? Did someone put me into some kind of play house? While trying not to fall out of the hammock, I adjust myself to sit up only to fall back down when I leaned on my left arm. My arm was bandaged up nicely with some cloth.
"Ow! So I guess it wasn't a... dream?"
The hammock I was sitting on, looked the same as everything else in the room. It was easy enough to think of a reasonable explanation for a cartoon room, a really good artist spent a lot of time making it. But the hammock! I was sitting in it! How could I possibly be sitting in a cartoon hammock? It felt normal enough, but with a faint feel of paper. Getting back up, I nearly jumped out of the hammock and ran over to a porthole. It was a little hard to open at first, mostly since I didn't think it could open and it was something drawn. The window was opened and I was met with a cool breeze and a soft mist with the smell of the sea. I would have enjoyed it had I not been starting to panic. Looking out I saw I was at out at sea, thankfully the shore wasn't too far off, but the water, the trees, the sky, the sun, everything was drawn out.
"Hosheeshies!" I exclaimed as I stared out in both awe and terror. "Where in the world am I? How is this possible? Wait... is it snowing over there?"
My thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on the door. Before I even had a chance to even think to answer, a chubby short man with a white and blue striped shirt, blue pants, a little red cap and white hair came in. He looked like a, well, cartoon! His back was turned to me to push open the door without dropping a tray he was holding.
"Excuse me miss Regina, but I got you breakfast and I should change your banda-" The man turned to reveal Mr. Smee. My mouth dropped open in surprise. "Oh, your awake." He smiled that same silly smile he had in the movie as strode towards me with a tray of food, I wonder if its edible, and some clean strips of cloth. "Good to see you doing well." He said and set the tray down on a stool. "Best we change those bandages there."
"Hold on!" Smee looked at me with equal, if not more, surprise and confusion that I had. "What happened to me? How did I get here? How are you here?"
Smee smiled again and chuckled, taking my arm gently he unwrapped the cloth. "Oh the captain will explain all that. He knows what he's doing, so you no need to worry." His carefree attitude for this situation was starting to bother me. The cut on my arm was a good size but not deep to need stitches and had almost stopped bleeding.
"Of course he knows what he's doing! But I want to know-The captain? Captain James Hook? That Captain?" My heart skipped a beat as I started to realize more fully where I was. It was so obvious now, I was in Neverland. Not just any Neverland, but Disney's Peter Pan cartoon Neverland! Thankfully a stool was in arms reach so I was able to sit down to resign myself to my fate, for now at least. "I'm in Neverland, on the Jolly Roger, with Captain Hook." This impossibility made real was a lot to take in.
'That's right miss Regina." He replied and wrapped the cloth around my cut. "The Captain found yah and brought you here."
"He kidnapped me!" I corrected. Smee looked surprised for a moment but smiled again finishing up tying the cloth around my arm. "Probably didn't need to go through all that trouble of chasing me, and hitting my head if he just asked me to come."
"That was me miss." His smile continued even with me glaring at him. I was about to tell him how much it hurt when he spun round to grab something and back again with a dress in his hands. "The captain thought you might like a change of clothes." I looked down at my ice cream covered work clothes. It would be nice to wear something not covered in sticky and dried up ice cream. I could probably use a bath too. "The captain will be on deck waiting for you once you're done." Smee continued to smile as he walked off.
Letting out a long tired breath I picked up the dress. "He's got to be kidding." Walking over to the mirror I held up the dress. "He expects me to wear this little thing?"
The dress was a simple pirate gown, only there were a few problems. First being the chest area was made for someone much more developed than me... Almost anyone was more developed than me with my almost flat chest. Secondly the waist was much too small. This was made for someone with a great figure and good sized breasts. I was not that someone.
"There is no way I am fitting into that." When I tossed the dress aside, I noticed the clothing in the chests. I looked at my clothes, then back at the chests. "Why not?" I searched the chests till I found a large white long sleeved shirt, long orange vest, blue pants, and a belt. "That should do it." They were all big on me but they would fit better than that dress.
Once I was dressed, I tried the food. I was a little skeptical about how good it would be but it tasted normal. So I finished what was on the plate, I was pretty hungry since I hadn't eaten anything during work yesterday. Still, it was weird to be eating cartoon food. It was weirder still to be wearing cartoon pirate clothes. This whole situation was just plain weird. But the only person who could tell me what was going on was Hook. The first thing I plan on asking was, How is this possible, for me to be here with him?
I stood in front of the door, my heart thumping against my chest. It was hard to say if it was out of excitement or if I was scared, maybe both.
"Come on Reggie, you can do this. Just open the door."
And the door was opened. There in front of me, were stairs. I nearly started laughing at myself for being so nervous for stairs leading up to the deck. To my left was another door and to the right were more stairs going down.
"Best go up and meet the Cap." Feeling a little more excited than scared now, I walked up to the deck.
The deck was covered with pirates of all sizes doing whatever they felt like. I guess we must not be going anywhere at the moment or they might have been busy running around with Hook shouting orders and insults. When I was walking on the deck I started getting some odd glances from the pirates. I was starting to feel a bit uneasy. It was like a dog watching a cat walk by, as much they wanted it, they knew if they caught it, they would be punished. One of them was looking me over a little more closely, maybe it's his clothes I'm wearing, or he's wondering what happened the dress Smee brought me. Seeing that he was the only one not looking at me like a chew toy, I approached him.
"Um, where is the captain?" I nearly bit my tongue as I spoke. A smirk started to form on his face which sent a cold shiver up my spine. Without a word he pointed to the end of the deck. There was a small thing of stairs, just behind the fancy carved railing I could see the wheel and just beyond that, Hook himself talking to Smee. "Thanks."
As I started to walk up the stairs, I felt my heart get replaced by a humming bird fluttering around in my chest. I bit my lip for a moment as I neared him, his back turned to me and he seemed ready to plunge his hook into the chubby pirate. A part of me wanted to go up to him and demand what was going on, but I was frozen to the spot where I stood, listening to him talk to Smee and stare at his back. Smee noticed me and smiled brightly. "Oh, hello miss Regina." In a quick movement, Hook spun around to face me. I was with Captain James Hook, my favorite Disney villain.
A/N: Thus ends the first chapter of Worth Getting Hooked. The story itself shouldn't be too long, no more than 10 chapters, if not less. I already have chapter 2 done so it'll be up soon.