Hey everyone, so to recap, Maria and Hook have now finally met after god knows how many years, one small problem though, but I won't tell. I own nothing save for my OC's
Chapter Three: Deal?
"Hi there stranger!" Maria cheeped happily as she carefully set Hook down; Freya just kept looking at Smee perversely, ignoring his requests to be put down.
"What in Grimm's name- another flying devil!" Hook pointed his sword at Maria, more than ready to fight.
"Oh captain, you wound me; and I was so looking forward to playing catch-up with you. I guess you haven't recovered your memories after all." Maria's statement went unnoticed by Hook as he once again tried in vain to kill Peter.
"Pan, you double-crossing pipsqueak! Come back here and fight like a man!"
Freya rolled her eyes at his childish actions, finally setting Smee down and giving him a hanky for his specs.
"He can't die, you old git!" Freya called out, getting the captain's attention. "He's a magical being, just like us; you haven't a chance in the world beating him." Freya finished, putting a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter. Maria also had to do so and even avert her eyes as Hook realized he was half naked in front of two young ladies.
"Ah! Smee fetch me red coat this instant!"
"Eye eye cap'n!" Hook groaned as he leaned on the rail of the ship, trying so hard to make himself look decent. Freya recovered from her giggle fit and turned serious.
"Tell you what, you try to guess that girl's name beside you-you have a fortnight- and if you can strategically guess correctly her full name, we'll help you be rid of this Pan fellow." Freya said.
Hook turned to Maria "She's serious?"
"As a heart attack, I'm afraid. When something piques her interest, she's quite ruthless."
"In that case, I accept your challenge!" Hook lifted his right arm to latch with Freya's in a handshake.
"Yeow!" Hook doubled over in pain, holding his back.
"Are you alright?" Maria held him by the arm, balancing him.
"Oh, my back feels awful!" Hook tried to straighten up, only to hear a number of cricks in his joints, each one made him yip in pain.
"Oh here, let me help." Maria put a hand carefully on Hook's back, making it glow dimly pink. Hook straightened out, this time without any complications.
"Amazing. How did-"
"Oh I just rearranged your spinal alignment as well as your chi movement so it wouldn't block causing the discomfort you feeling. No big deal." Maria said in one breath. Freya smirked at how excited Maria was seeing her sweetheart again. That little bit of kindness seemed to break the ice for the captain, letting her walk close behind him as she began to converse like mad with him.
"Um, Miss?" Mr. Smee tugged at the sash Freya had on, getting her attention.
"Yes? You have my attention." Freya said, bending over to meet eye to eye with the stout man.
"Um, why now did you decide to return Maria of all times, is it because of her daughter Wendy?"
"Granddaughter, Jane; and yes, I planned it perfectly to ascertain the right results. All that is left now is to wait for the outcome."
"Oh-wait. GRANDDAUGHTER?!"
Most of the afternoon, Maria kept close to Hook just like a little duckling, listening to everything that had happened to Hook since she left him. He didn't seem to mind, having a respectable individual to talk to intellectually, instead of the bumbling brood he had been forced to put up with, he even enjoyed conversing with her. It seemed, nostalgic in a way.
He still had that stubbornness streak in him, always talking about one day finally killing Peter Pan and restoring honor for that faithful day the brat cut off his hand.
"Say, you don't suppose you can just tell me your name love, it would really be appreciated from an old pirate captain like me self. You really are such a nice person to talk to, but it is a great inconvenience not even knowing your name."
"Oh you are terrible captain, but I'll tell you what- I'll give you a few hints here and there to jog your memory. Here's hint number one-" Maria pulled out Hook's pink-laced handkerchief from the cuff of his sleeve.
"When we first met, you asked for a port filled with trinkets you wanted; I took special care to fill your cabin with the best. This, as well as that harpsichord in your cabin, is all that's left of it; I'm actually quite touched you kept this after all this time."
"I did wonder why the thing was in there in the first place; I just thought my mum gave it to me or something."
"You remember anything?" Maria asked hopefully.
"No, not even an initial."
Maria gripped the ring in her pocket tightly at hearing that. "Oh dear, what a shame; well, we still have a fortnight to try some more."
Pop, pop. Pop, pop. Hook's mustache began twitching nervously as he heard the blasted tempo he hated so very much. He grabbed Maria by the shoulders and shushed her.
"Miss, listen…" Hook ran over to the edge of the ship where the beast was popping his suction cups in the same rhythm as the ticking of the crocodile he had endured so long ago.
"Ah, great Scott! No sooner do I rid me self of that accursed crocodile, and now this!" Hook sobbed on Maria's tiny shoulder, hugging her for comfort.
"It okay, he's not going to hurt you from way up here."
"I swear Miss, this is delirium, I detest cephalopods!" Hook announced, sniffling. He wasn't even paying attention to who was giving him his hanky, he was so stressed. When he did, he shot up from Maria's embrace, up a pole like a scardie-cat. "Miss, save me!" Hook said shamelessly. Maria shook her head as she took Hook's sword and slashed the offending appendages away.
"Get out, shoo, shoo! And take your arms with you!" the octopus groaned at the loss of his tentacles being cut off, giving a death glare to Maria. "What, they'll grow back, unlike your head; now git!" Maria shooed the monster away once more, this time controlling the water so he was taken by the current by force.
"Blast that boy; this is his entire fault!" Hook said as he slid down the pole slowly. Maria got his hat and gave it to him as he barked orders to Smee to pipe up the crew.
'Are you sure you don't want me to give him his ring now? He still hasn't a clue who I am yet.' Maria called out to her grandmother with her mind.
'Of course, I saw him put that ring on with my own two eye; he remembers, it's just gonna take a while for the magic to let them return. You know, if you really want him to remember, you can always give him a little smooch.'
'Grandmother!' Maria turned her nose up as she headed off the ship to the longboats with Hook to find Peter Pan.
"Oh, no Peter! I really don't think this wo-ah!" Jane yelped as she was rudely dropped onto a very high perch. Jane looked down in fear, she was really high up. Howon earth was this going to get her home?
"Ugh, this is ridiculous; I can't fly!"
"Well sure, you can't, but I can! I guess I'm just smarter than you." Peter teased, hoping to get Jane to fly this way. She scoffed at the idea of a boy being smarter than her.
"Ugh, I highly doubt that."
"Braver."
*scoffs*"Right."
"Stronger!"
"Oh yeah, that's it." Jane said sarcastically.
"Then it must be my good looks." Peter said smugly.
Jane giggled, "Or maybe you're full of hot air." She said, making Peter slip.
"Hey, look anybody can do it. Tink?" Peter cued her to sprinkle her dust onto the lost boys.
"Yeah-all it takes is faith-"
"-Trust-"
"And, uh, something else..." Cubby added.
"Pixie dust?" Jane optioned boringly.
"That's it!" Cubby shouted, not noticing his position and bumping into the other lost boys, making some of them hit a random tree branch.
"Okay Tink, let her have it!" Peter ordered the pint-sized pixie. She jingled refusal.
"Tink…" Peter said more sternly. Still, she refused to give in.
Peter sighed, "Gosh Tink, if she can't fly home, I guess she'll have to move in with us." Peter said cleverly. Tink's eyes widened at the realization, and decided to shower Jane in as much dust as she could muster. Smiling at her handiwork, Tink was completely oblivious to the sneeze Jane was coming on, and was catapulted and sling shotted all over till she finally crashed in the hull of a tree. The lost boys laughed at the antic hysterically, like it was done by a circus clown.
Their laughter was heard by Hook and his crew, who were currently looking for Pan. Maria and Freya kept a low profile following behind Smee; actually more like Maria was behind Hook while Freya was busy clinging lovingly to Smee, almost suspending him from the ground due to his shortness. He didn't mind.
"Hog's fish, what's that?" Hook put his hook to his ear (as if that would be of any help), listening in on the lost boys' laughter.
"Over there, behind those bushes." Smee observed. The four crouched down to further observe the spectacle.
"Okay Jane," Peter said, getting ready to push her off the cliff.
"Don't even think about it!" Jane warned.
"Ready or not!" Peter said as he kicked her off the cliff, hoping she would fly.
Not.
She fell like a stone, the lost boys scrambled on the ground to try to catch her while, hook and the others just watched her fall.
Thud! Jane hit the ground inevitably, leaving a painful impression on the ground where she landed.
"Oh, how am I ever going to get home?"
Hook caught wind of what she said under her breath which gave him an idea.
"So, the girl can't fly, yet she wants to go home." He grabbed Maria's shirt and turned expecting to see Smee, only to see a blushing Maria looking at him quizzically. "Thousand pardons, me dear, I meant to get Mr. Smee." Hook let go of Maria and turned to Smee, who was being held captive in Freya's protective arms.
"I am not letting you tear him from my arms; you got another thing coming mister." Freya warned. Hook retracted his arm almost immediately, he may have been a fearless pirate, but he wasn't stupid either.
"Right. Well, Miss, do you know what this means?"
"That she needs another way to leave and you'll be more than willing to give it to her for a price?" Maria guessed.
"Exactly, with that advantage, we'll get me treasure, and the boy." Hook said cunningly, leaving to start his plan. Maria took one last look at her granddaughter; she just left Peter and the boys in a huff after they destroyed her notebook and just proclaimed her disbelief in fairies.
Maria cringed at that last sentence; if she recalled correctly, fairies were very sensitive to their existence in the world, what with them being so small and all. If they even hear that someone regards them as nothing, they become so troubled by it that they lose the will to keep going and go out like a light.
Oh Jane, I do hope you resolve this, or you'll lose more than you've bargained for when this is over. Maria concluded her thoughts and continued to follow Hook as he continued in forming his plan to take down Peter.