Rated K+

The boys had formed an easy working unit. It marveled Jimmy how easily they came together when the time called for it. How close they came to each other without any need to. Jimmy imagined where they would be if not with him. Curly would be dead. Perhaps the twins as well. They would be on the streets or in a factory. Jimmy knew that was where Peter would be headed if Jimmy had not shown up. Peter in a factory?

Blasphemy.

Supper was an interesting affair with the children. Food often stolen from vendors. Breads and fruits, taken by grubby little hands. They would all gather together, placing their treasures on the table with happy little grins. Jimmy would chuckle and comment on the lack of vegetable, because of course they would never bother with a vegetable! Boys would be boys it seemed.

However, on the Jolly Roger meals were much different. Ales were drank and meat from caught animals roasted. There was just as much talk but none of the innocence. Much talk was bawdy and crude. It was a rather pleasant change for Hook. No longer being forced to watch his every word, with his crew he could be a man. Still some nights after drinking himself into oblivion, drinking himself past the resentment and hatred for peter to to the point where he lamented him. Jimmy would think of Peter.


Peter offered Jimmy a wide grin as the man offered him an apple. He took the apple in his had, admiring the red skin.

"Jimmy?" He began softly. Jimmy cocked a brow at the hesitance in Peter's tone.

"Yes Peter?" He questioned and the boy licked his lips shuffling.

"We'll stick together right? No matter what?" He asked, his dark eyes wide. Smiling Jimmy ran a hand through the boy's hair.

"No matter what."