Peter Pan: The Daughter Of James Hook

by TheDoctor'sAmazingCompanion

The night before her 13th, Hanna Rose Darling, received a visit from a strange man with a Hook. 3nights later, she receives another visit and is whisked away to Never Land, much to the distress of her Mother, Jane and Grandmother, Wendy, leaving Pan to rescue the girl, and take her back. But why is Hook suddenly so interested in Hanna? And what is the link between Hanna and Hook?RR

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Hanna Rose Darling lay in her bed, the night before her 13th birthday, contemplating the childish stories that her Grandma Wendy had told her, about Peter Pan and her adventures with him and his arch-enemy Captain James Hook. When she was younger, a child herself, she had believed the stories, lived on them, as her mother Jane once had, before they'd both grown up and learned what make-believe was and what was true.
She'd once overheard Grandma Wendy and her Mother arguing over why Jane refused to allow Hanna to believe the stories about Peter Pan, when they both knew it was true fact; Jane had disagreed that knowing about Never Land, Peter Pan and James Hook only brought sorrow and pain, something she didn't want for her daughter.
"Knowing the truth about Never Land doesn't bring sorrow and pain. That's only for those who are stupid enough to return when they are older, and those who betray Pan's trust." Grandma had argued and Mother had stormed out, towing Hanna, a look of pure fury on her face but beneath the fury, hurt too.
At the time, Hanna had thought nothing of it – she was only 8; but now, looking back on it, the argument seemed quite strange. Why would Mother and Grandma Wendy be arguing over a place that didn't exist? Hannah thought to herself, as she waited for sleep to come and her 13th birthday to arrive.

Unbeknown to Hanna though, as she waited for sleep, a strange man, with long, fashionably curled black hair, a large, red hat, with a feather through it, and an elongated red cloak, with red fur lining the edges, stood at the window, looking in at the young girl.
If the fact that the strange-looking man who was staring in at the girl in a strange, odd way wasn't enough, his left arm ended with, instead of a hand, a hook.
Captain James Hook gazed in at the now-sleeping girl and silently slid his sword through the opening in the window, the same window that Peter Pan had snuck in from, all those many years ago. Hook unlatched the window, before softly opening it, cursing when it creaked.
But the girl did not stir.
Hook slipped in without a sound, like a cat, and gently, cautiously and serenely strode over to the sleeping girl, studying her face that was so much like her Mother's but with her own touches too. Her brown-blonde hair was longer, fanned out across the pillow, curling at the ends. Her skin was pale, ivory-coloured, with a small hint of rose blush across her cheeks, barely noticeable. Her face was heart-shaped, and her ears were slightly pointed, like an elf's. This made Hook smile, a proper smile, that both shocked, worried and warmed him, to see this girl lying here, so peaceful and calm.
As if the girl felt his smile, or sensed someone staring at her, Hanna's eyes opened and she was, for a few seconds, disorientated. Then she saw Hook and Hook saw her eyes for the first time; pale, forget-me-not blue.
The exact same as his own.