For someone who is so devoted to the Magnificent Bastard type I had not yet even considered Hook and Wendy at all until I was lost for something to read. Therefore, once I found it, I ended up addicted and have consequently found myself writing this...hope you like it
They stood only a foot apart. His hand imprisoned her wrist, while the point of his hook resting on the base of her chin held her face upright, her eyes were closed.
"You have not yet given me your answer Wendy darling," his voice hissed, dark and rich and dangerous.
Wendy held still as the ship swayed beneath them, older, wiser, dreamer, fears and joys a twelve had no place at nineteen, "I know not which answer I should give Captain,"
"Surely," his voice mocked, "A clever story teller such as yourself can think of something."
"Yet stories change as the teller does Captain, from which Wendy would you have your answer?"
"That depends on which Wendy knows the right choice." His hook raised, dragging her chin higher, "Answer me!"
"Then answer I shall," she replied, "But beware Captain, the Wendy you knew and the Wendy I am are both in agreement on this choice," the kiss on her mouth flickered, like the extinguishing of innocence, "Albeit I do not think for the same reasons. But you know very well," She opened her eyes.
"James Hook, I cannot be your mother."
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