DISCLAIMER: I do not own Captain Hook. If anything, he owns me.
The other character in this story is the property of...well, you decide.
The Guardian
In the black of night, Captain Jamie, I am watching you. With my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees, I am watching you. That's my job.
I'm supposed to take care of you, help you in times of need, and secretly guide you when you seek to do evil (did you really think it was Peter who confounded you every time?) But for me, your ship would have been lost at sea instead of given a second chance here in Neverland. But for me, you might have lost a good deal more than your hand.
But now here I sit, not knowing what to do about you.
You sigh. You watch the fairies as they dance; reminded of the time that wretched filthy boy held your angelic Wendy in his arms as they floated upward lost in their happy thoughts of each other.
I watch you as you turn to leave, tears welling in your eyes. I want to fly after you and hold you and give you some divine words of comfort. But I find that I can do nothing. I am frozen now as I stare at the anguish that twists your handsome face. I weep for the sadness in your deep blue eyes. I can only love you. I love you for who you are and for who you have been and who you will be again one day. But that's not what I was sent here for.
Until that time comes, I just watch. I stretch my wings and push back my halo, and I watch.