3.
Peter Pan flew around the island, owning Neverland with his very presence. Hook watched the boy from bow of the Jolly Roger, glaring at him, his eyes becoming steely. He was to far to even hope to attack, only his form above the trees of the island gave off that he was indeed the famous Pan.
Wendy's Pan, Hook thought sickly. What was a pretty girl like Wendy Darling doing worrying about a boy like Pan? He was a troublesome child, nothing but a nuisance for the whole island. Or at least Hook. He wanted him dead.
The girl however, no he did not want her dead. He rather liked her, though he wasn't sure why. He hadn't spent much time with her, but something about her just attracted him. She wasn't the small child she had been last he'd seen her, or even the time before that. She was grown now and much more similar to him then she wanted to admit. When he found her against the wall, he felt rage, and yet, when he heard her threaten the man's life, he felt as if he had somehow influenced that. As much as he knew Wendy was a much better person than himself, he liked to think she wasn't such a saint that she wouldn't accept him.
Accept him for what, he had yet to find out. But he knew he had to be accepted by her. He knew it.
Not that it mattered in his plan. It was a very good plan, if he thought so himself. He needed her, to train her, and then turn her against Peter Pan. When she was a child there was no chance, she was so filled with the magic of Peter, she wouldn't have even listened to him. But now as an young lady, there was a bigger chance to turn her, to make her see reason. She would be much more fun to train now. He could mold her to fit him, she would be his protégé.
He smiled wickedly, he actually felt excited.
"Captain…" Smee's voice came timidly from behind him.
Hook's head swerved and he stared coldly at Smee.
"What?"
"You said t-t-to tell y-you when the girl asks for something…"
"I said no to the twine."
"Well it was more of a general question… she was very, well, forceful in having me get you."
Hook nodded, without saying anything else, he made his way towards his cabin. When he got to the door he became very quiet and carefully unlocked the door. When he stepped in he saw Wendy pulling a book down from a shelf that was much too tall for her. Another book fell and she struggled to catch it, but it clipped her shoulder, and she glowered at the book. Suddenly she looked up at him and with embarrassment put the books back as well she could.
"I wasn't being nosy," she said hastily, "I was bored."
"Smee said you wanted something?"
"Oh yes," she said as if gathering courage, "I was wondering… well…"
"Spit it out girl," Hook said stepping closer to her, "You can't have brought me here for no reason."
She took a deep breath, "I was hoping when you kill me you would do it quickly."
He stared at her, and her eyes darted away from his, and the fear was very real for her. He looked her over, she was shaking. Was she really that scared of him? She bit her lip nervously, and he suddenly felt the urge to touch her lips.
He stepped closer to her until she felt his body heat. She was too scared to lift her head, and she thought he might be raising his law to kill her now.
"I have too many plans for you to kill you at the moment," he said and she felt his breath in her ear. She glanced up and saw him inches away from her, bending over to see her at eye level.
"Oh," she said, her voice wavering.
"Would you like to know what those plans are?"
She felt her face heat up, not sure what the correct answer was.
"You're awfully close Captain," Wendy said weakly.
Hook eyed her carefully, "No need to be timid now Miss Darling. I know what you are under the exterior your parent's have placed on you."
Shocked, she looked into his eyes to see what he meant.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
He smiled sadistically, "You. The proper young lady created for society's eyes only. But what are you when society isn't looking Miss Darling? Do you know?"
She shook her head slowly.
"I believe you're just like me. I think you're a pirate."
She took a step back, "I am not a pirate."
He laughed a low laugh that echoed in his chest, he came closer, closer than before.
"Maybe," he said his eyes digging into hers, "But then again, what kind of proper woman runs off into the dark? Who threatens to kill others? You show the courage not found in other ladies Miss Darling. You show that you're a true fighter. Don't try to hide it."
She glared at him, "You make it sound as if that's a good thing."
He smiled, and putting his one hand on the back of her neck, and his steel hook on her back, whispered against her cheek, "I think it's perfect."
His lips brushed hers softly, and she gasped, but unable to pull back, stood rigid. The kiss only lasted a few seconds when he pulled back.
"Your upbringing has affected you after all," he said studying her eyes, "We'll see how long that lasts."
He stepped back, and was greeted with what he assumed to be a punch in the shoulder, "You don't do that to people!"
"But you can hit them?" he asked holding on to her little fist.
"Let go of me!" she hissed.
"Tonight," he said casually and turning her palm around in his hand, "I'll teach you the correct way to hit someone. I won't have you failing at such a simple task."
Her eyebrows rose in shock, "You're going to teach me to throw my fist at you?"
"Preferably you won't use it against me," he said still examining her hand, "I don't want to use both my hands," he said grinning and holding up his hook in a gesture Wendy didn't find funny.
"So…tonight?" she asked interested.
"That's what I like to hear!" he smiled and kissed the examined hand, "Tonight on the deck then," he said heading outside, "Good day Madam."
His chest tightened when he heard the small voice reply, "Good bye."
The night was crisp, the water was clear, and the moon shone brightly, sending shadows flowing along the ship.
Hook had been sitting with Wendy in his cabin; Wendy sitting in the corner with a book repeatedly glanced at the clock. She not only wanted to learn, but she wanted to know where she would be sleeping.
"Don't give me such looks," Hook said from his desk as he finished writing, "I'm not going to forget."
He stood up and walked over, extending his hand, "Let's go."
She jumped up and tried not to look too excited as she came over. He offered her his arm and after a moment of hesitation she slowly took it.
Walking out onto the deck, there was hardly a crew member on board.
"Miss Darling," he said dropping her arm and becoming professional, "Are you ready to listen?"
She glared at him, "At the moment."
He shrugged, "We'll see."
"Twist your hips!" he yelled at her, "You expect to hit someone like that?"
She huffed, he was yelling too loud, he was making this out to be much more than it needed to be, it was just a punch, and he treated it like a training exercise.
For Hook that's how he saw it.
"Your arm and fist should hit your target at the same time!"
"How is that possible?" she huffed.
"Are you giving up?" he snapped.
"No," she said, her voice set.
He held up his fist, "I may only have this hand Miss Darling," he said, "But I can still use it. Now, hit my again."
She set up her feet and tried again.
"Harder!"
Again.
"I said harder!"
Again.
"Can you not understand me Miss Darling? I said harder!"
She pulled back, took her step, and moving her hips, aimed at Hook's face.
He staggered back a step, holding the side of his face.
"I'm sorry!" she gasped, "I am so so sorry! Oh no!"
He pulled his hand away and a red mark played against the side of his face.
"I am so sorry," and then she stopped, "Well I guess that's what you deserve for kidnapping me though."
Hook who had been quiet until then gave her a sharp look, "I did not say to hit my face. Work on your aim Miss Darling."
She pressed her lips together and nodded, her eyes crinkling at the edges.
"You meant to hit me!" he said only half shocked.
"Not so hard, I didn't think I could do it!"
He started laughing then, his deep chest laugh, "Miss Darling," he said taking the hand she had hit him with and pressing it against his face, "I will treasure this mark. You my dear, have the true makings of a pirate, whether you want to believe it or not."
She pulled her hand back, "It's remarks like that that earns you that mark."
His eyes were still light when he called for Smee who brought out a pack of ice immediately, "Oh Captain," he said shocked, "I didn't know this was for you."
"Yes Smee," he said taking the ice and pressing it to his face, "I'm proud to say it is."
Proud? Really? Wendy didn't want to feel happy at Captain Hook's approval, but yet she felt that feeling of accomplishment. She tried to convince herself it was the punch she got in, but a small nagging feeling told her that it was Hook that made her happy.
Then there was that kiss.
She was angry at him, furious. He had no right, if he planned to use her like that, she would find a way out. She had to.
But the lessons gave her a small thrill.
She had never been given power like that, she was a trained English lady. She couldn't refuse, and that made her slightly sick. She didn't want to be like Hook and enjoy such violence, though it was in a lesser extent. Yet she was ready to learn more.
"Miss Darling," Hook said leading her into his cabin, "You may sleep in my bed if you would like."
"Where will you sleep?" she asked afraid of the answer.
He chuckled darkly, "Where do you think?"
"Not with me!" she protested, "You don't think I would even let you, do you? I just hit you! I can do it again!"
"I purposely did not put up any defense," he said, "I doubt you'll get pass me."
"I won't do it."
She crossed her arms and sat on the floor shaking her head.
He rolled his eyes and proceeded to his bed, taking off his jacket and boots, and ending up just in cotton pants with a thin shirt.
Blowing out the candle he waited for her to join him.
But she didn't.
Fifteen minutes later he sat up, "Christ," he said shaking his head, "Fine, take the damn bed."
She felt a nightgown being thrown at her as he walked over to his couch and laid down.
"But… I can't change while you're here!"
"I can't even see you," he said waving his hand, "Go on."
She turned her back to him and quickly began to change. Though Hook couldn't see her, he could see her outline perfectly well and smiled to himself as she slipped out of her dress. It was a shame she wouldn't get in his bed with him.
"I can sleep on the couch," she said softly after finishing.
"I won't hear of it!" Hook said almost angry, "I am a gentleman, and will not let you do such a thing."
"But you will get in the bed with me? That's a gentleman's move?"
"More often then you would think," he said with a smile in his voice.
She shook her head and gingerly got into bed, "Thank you Captain," she whispered and then curled up under the covers.
He watched the small figure sleeping in his bed, and when he was sure she was asleep began to take off his hook.
"Sweet girl," he said to himself, "Completely mad though."
I hope you all like it, I enjoy writing this! More to come, I cant wait!