A/N: And so my maybe-not-so-original fic starts. I must warn anyone who is considering reading it that there is a great amount of chan material in nearly all of the first 3 or 4 chapters. Well, I never expected someone to read Hook/Wendy without liking chan to begin with, but we just never know. (The term 'chan' refers to relationships of romantic nature between two characters with a considerable age gap.)
Peter Pan found if hard to believe when someone told him there was a new pirate aboard the Jolly Roger – and that she was a girl, a little girl; her name was Red-Handed Jill. He didn't remember bringing any girls to Neverland besides Wendy. But when the person said Jill was in fact Wendy herself, Peter did not believe them. There had to be a mistake, Wendy was safe and sound inside her house in the nearby woods.
He went to check on her himself. But to Peter's disbelief, there was no house or Wendy to be seen. He still thought he had to be another one of Hook's traps and that he had actually kidnapped Wendy and was now trying to turn her against him or something silly like that.
That seemed highly doubtful at first, though Peter knew better—Hook was not the cleverest man in Neverland, yet he sure was the most persistent. He would put to work the silliest most absurd plans to catch Peter, and Peter knew Hook ought to use Wendy sooner or later. Only it had been sooner than later that time.
Peter rushed towards the ship without another thought.
He wasn't nervous, despite it all. Peter trusted Wendy; she was not a weak girlie who would let herself be used by a disgusting man like Hook, she could look after herself until Peter saved her.
Meanwhile, Wendy was sitting by a table of delicious looking food facing the captain of the ship, James Hook. She had thought Hook would not think twice before slitting her throat – according to Peter's stories – yet he had not shown the slightest interest in putting a finger on her. In fact, Captain Hook was being quite a gentleman.
"Wendy Darling, is that your name?" he asked, handing her a glass of clean fresh water. Wendy was reluctant at first; she took the glass and left it in front of her untouched. "What a lovely name, that is. Wendy Darling— Darling Wendy – my darling Wendy!"
Wendy forced a smile. "Yes, exactly…"
Hook suddenly turned to a more business like tone without losing the informality of the conversation. "Do you know why I brought you here, Wendy?" The girl shook her head. "I want to make you an offer. But you must take it or drop it right now, there will be no second chances. Do you understand?"
Wendy nodded. She did not like where that chat was going, but she particularly liked the tone and cordiality of the Captain. He was nothing like Peter had described him. Wendy knew better not to accept any offers he could make, though, because it would always be something related to Peter, one way or another.
"We are currently one member short in our crew. I could simply get someone from a far away land, but I need ehhh… assistance help pronto," he continued. "Here's where you come in, Wendy. I speak in the name of the crew when I ask you to please join us in piracy as our— storyteller."
"I beg your pardon?" sputtered Wendy.
"Well there is not much more to it, really," admitted Hook. "We are in need of a storyteller on board."
"But I would surely have to join in during other activities?" questioned Wendy, trying to find any holes or flaws in the bargain.
"If you like. As a storyteller you may choose to help out on certain missions or not, it is always up to you." Hook smiled, and it made him look rather sincere.
"I… I am not so sure, Captain Hook. I'm just a little girl, I have no experience in piracy whatsoever," said Wendy. "Well that is, besides of what I know from stories."
Hook suddenly got up from his seat on the other side of the table and slide behind Wendy's chair, letting his hand cup her cheek from behind and spur her head around slightly to face him. Wendy blushed furiously.
"There is nothing about piracy I can't teach you, darling Wendy," he said. "You will be in perfectly capable hands, I can assure you."
"But you've only got one."
"Oh but this one is worth two!" He caressed Wendy's cheek and she felt her stomach suddenly very hollow. "I may be speaking for myself alone this time, dear, but… It would be most magnificent to have you here in the ship. Having someone perfectly intelligent to talk to is rare when one must pick a crew based on muscles over brains. But you, ah, you would be a most welcomed exception. Brains, personality and—" he whispered in Wendy's ear. "Good looks."
Hook quietly returned to his seat, but Wendy did not move a muscle. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were wide with shock, not to mention her head had not returned to her normal position, she was still facing the direction Hook had turned it to.
When Wendy returned to her normal self, she shifted in her seat and recomposed. The offer did not seem to have any relation to Peter or the Lost Boys and Hook seemed most sincere about everything he said.
Wendy would rather not accept it and return to Peter and her brothers, though she knew they weren't in perfectly good terms since the previous night's incidents. Becoming a pirate would not only be a dream come true, but also a way to make Peter realize he had feelings for Wendy and he should show them if he wanted Wendy's company.
"May I call myself Red-Handed Jill?" She asked after a long moment of silence, startling Captain Hook.
"If you wish," he waved his hand.
"Then I accept the job of storyteller," Wendy concluded. "But I must first go get my belongings I left behind."
"Surely— Smee!" called Hook.
Smee rushed into the room with a red cushion in his arms. He walked up to the captain who then pointed at Wendy. Smee turned to her immediately and kneeled down. Sitting comfortably on the cushion was a sword— a long beautiful sword with a thin sharp blade and a cushioned handle. And beside it there was a belt with sparkling diamonds and sapphires on its buckle.
"This is yours, Wendy, to use as you may please," said Hook in a cordial tone. "Take it and go pick up your belongings, we will be waiting."
Wendy nodded, accepting both sword and belt, which she had already fastened to her tiny waist.
"Thank you very much, Captain, I am most grateful," said Wendy, bowing. "But may I please ask you to not send any of the crew after me? I would rather go by myself."
"As you wish."
"Thank you."
Wendy had already walked out of the door when Hook called her once more.
"Oh Wendy!" he said.
"Yes?"
"I know you have already chosen a new name for yourself, but may I still call you Wendy? It is such a beautiful name."
"Surely, Captain, I don't mind," answered Wendy, leaving at once.
Smee put away the red velvet cushion and approached his captain.
"May I send the crew after her, Captain?" he asked.
Hook emerged into thought for a moment, curling his lips in an unsure expression. Should he make a move so soon? Wendy seemed to have believed him; she could still be even more useful.
Hook shook his head. "No. Send one man only to make sure she arrives safely on the island. If she encounters Pan on the way, though, he must send a signal immediately so we can… intervene. Otherwise, let the girl be."
"Aye, Captain, will see to it."