Author's note: Here is my take on the characters of Captain Hook and Wendy. After getting abandoned in Neverland and forced to find her own way home, Wendy ends up in the Enchanted Forest. For years she has to survived and fend for herself, which I believe would turn Wendy into a very realistic-thinking, strong character. I wanted to try and fit her story into how the show seems to be going but of course, we have to wait until January to find out what's going on in Storybrooke! I have a lot written so far, so read this and I will post the other chapters! :)
Chapter 1
Enchanted Forest- THEN
She had a plan. It worked every time. Lure the drunken men into the alley, make them think they have the upper hand, and then knock them out. It was easy.
She didn't like doing it, really. But she needed to steal to survive. That's what she's had to do for the past six years since she left Neverland. The Enchanted Forest was not her destination. Wendy was trying to get home to London. That's where she was meant to be. At least, when she was thirteen. Now she wasn't so sure.
Six years gone. Six years spent wandering the land of the Enchanted Forest. Meeting people, discovering things, but the best part was the learning. She had learnt how to steal, pickpocket, tempt, and even seduce a man. Wendy didn't use that last one as often as the others, but still, the skill was important.
This wasn't how she saw her life panning out. She wanted to be a wife, and a mother, back in London. Wendy wanted to grow up with her brothers, and watch them become young men. She wanted a lot of things that weren't possible anymore.
But Wendy tried not to think of that. She tried not to think of Neverland and her adventures with Peter. Or the time she nearly died because his archenemy, Captain Hook, made her walk the plank off the Jolly Roger. Or when those wretched mermaids tried to drown her. Beautiful, yet sneaky creatures they were.
No. She couldn't think of those times. Not now. Right now, she needed to focus and get her money. And there were only a few drunken men in the way of that.
Wendy wasn't dressed like a proper lady. She wore black leather trousers, a red blouse and a black waistcoat with brown leather boots. The waistcoat reminded her of the blasted corset her mother made her wear back home, except this one, was on the outside and wasn't as constricting. She had stolen the sword that was attached at her hip, and some of the other things she wore. Tonight she was wearing her cloak. Easier to hide.
Wendy made her way through the bar full of drunken crooks and pirates and made sure to flash her smile and bat her eyelashes at the ones she had chosen. She made her way to the door, and put up her hood. She counted to five.
Boots on wood. Sometimes it was too easy.
"Hey darlin', why don't you join us?" One of them slurred.
"Yea, come on over here with us."
They tugged at her cloak. Pulling her. She giggled. Wendy played along. And they believed her.
It happened fast.
She lured the three of them into the alleyway beside the brothel. Promising them what they wanted. But she knew they'd never get it.
Her hand gripped the hilt of her sword beneath the cloak. Ready at any moment.
And then it began…
One of the men approached her and she lifted her knee, colliding with her target, and she watched him collapse to the ground. Then the other came in for the attack, knife in hand. But it took only a few flicks of her sword to get it knocked out of his hand and he was crawling on the ground trying to find it.
But the rum did him in and soon he joined the other one, unconscious. Then there was one. Wendy was trying to catch her breath. She needed to finish this.
He came at her. She didn't mean to kill him. That's not what she intended to do. But he came on too fast, too strong. And she put her sword out as protection...that was all. He was just too drunk to see the danger.
With only a slight pause of hesitation, Wendy knelt down beside each man and dug through his pockets. She was able to recover a bag of coppers, with a few dragons, and some other small coins. This would be enough to hold her over.
When she got to the dead man, she couldn't help but feel guilty. She had taken his life. But she shook the thought from her mind, as she heard the slow clapping of a stranger behind her.
"Bravo, love. I must say, I'm impressed."
Oh, no.
She said nothing. She didn't even turn around. And he wanted to make her squirm. He wanted to know who this woman was.
"Now, what did those poor bastards do to you, to deserve such cruelty?"
The words rolled right off his tongue. This time, she didn't stay quiet.
"They've been stealing from men and women in this village all week. I'm just taking what's already stolen." She stayed on the ground, her eyes on the brown bag of coins in her hand.
"That's something only a guilty thief would say, darling. And what about the dead one?" He leaned casually against the wall of the alley.
"He- He's been attacking women in the night who walk alone. I was just the first able to fight back."
It wasn't a lie. She had been watching these men for days now. Wendy had to make sure of the type of men they were. Not gentlemen, she soon realized.
Wendy stood and faced her witness. But who she saw, was not who she expected.
Hook. How could that be? He had still been in Neverland last she heard. And Wendy heard a lot. Someone who blends in, and stays quiet, hears a lot of things.
"Hook?" Her eyes were wide. He only looked amused. Hook looked just like she remembered. His icy blue eyes that shone the color of the sea. The leather garb, the scruffy face, the sword on his hip…the hook. Yes. This was the renowned Captain Hook. But, he wasn't as terrifying as she remembered.
A cheeky grin grew across his face.
