Hook sat behind his desk and stared at the young woman before him; she was his daughter.
Wendy was standing before Captain James Hook her gaze never leaving his.
"Peter will come for me." stated Wendy as she turned around and crossed her arms above her bosom.
Hook merely made a small dark smile. "Will he now?" he said as moved from behind his desk and went to his alcohol cabinet.
"Yes; once he hears am back in Neverland he will come flying to my rescue"
"What even when he finds out who you really are?" he answered as he poured out two large glasses of rum out.
Wendy stiffened and walked towards him. "What are you on about?"
"I hear that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"
"Captain your making no sense."
"Did your mother tell you who your really father was?" he enquired as he gave Wendy a glass of rum and walked back to his chair behind his desk.
Wendy glanced at him with a confused look.
"My father is George Darling a decent man who has always supported my mother." but Wendy could not continue as Hook interrupted.
"Your father was sniveling and pathetic excuse of a man. Plus he made your entire family bankrupt with his alcohol and gambling addiction; also if he was such a decent father how come threw you into a pair of glass windows? He never loved you for what a good few years...now tell me am wrong"
Wendy glanced away from his cool blue forget me nots. "How did you find this all out?"
"Well you can't expect me not to notice the cuts and bruises you have on yourself. Also when I sent my men around your house I more or less but one or two things together. You must have had a arguement with him. Plus your mother wrote a letter addressed to me explain about George's addictions. Oh that reminds me" he said with a dark and sinister smile on his face. "Your father ...is dead yet alive at the same time."
Wendy held the glass firmly in her hand and looked on at Hook with confusement. "What do you mean?"
"Your mother and your father George have lied to you all your life Wendy"
"How? Wait you still haven't answered my question what did you mean before about my father being dead yet alive?" as she leaned over his desk fixing her gaze upon him.
"The father you knew of George Darling; he wasn't your real father. He is dead now...your real father my dear..."
"My father is dead? How?"cried Wendy as she collapsed into the chair behind her.
"From what I can gather alcohol poisoning...but Wendy he wasn't your real father."
"My father is dead?" continued Wendy failing to accept that George wasn't her father.
Hook moved from behind his desk and stood before to which he then kneeled before her. "Wendy; I'm your father"
Wendy then once more fixed her eyes upon his; her eyes began to change to the tinge of crimson as she spat with venom "You lie!" She then tossed the glass of rum at Hook and pushed him away from her; she then rushed out of cabin.
Hook picked himself off the floor and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe the rum from his face. Mary was right she had his eyes and his temper. But now seeing that Wendy was his daughter what was he suppose to do? Chase after her or leave her be?
Oh the difficulties of being a grown up.
