Chapter 14
James,
I don't really understand the reasoning behind your actions towards me. The only thing I do understand is that you do have feelings for me. And the only answer I could come up with is that you're scared to show them. Why? Did you think people would look at you as weak? No, James, love is not a weakness. In fact it might have made you stronger and it certainly would have made you a hero in my eyes. Nonetheless, no matter how much you drove me away I still came back and I still considered you my hero. My gratitude towards you is more then you'll ever imagine.
Sometimes I wish we had met under different circumstances, but ours were extraordinary, just like Neverland. But that wouldn't have changed the way you are or the way I am. In our history you have pulled me close and pushed me away. Each time we touched the feelings grew even more between us, I could tell. And no matter how girly you might have thought they were you still came to me every night. I felt loved when I was with you, it was a bigger and better feeling then I had ever felt with anyone before. You made me want you in ways unimaginable, but at the same time I felt like your whore. I know you love me, but you never showed it other then making love to me. I felt like I was just there for you whenever you got aroused, and while it pleases me that I arouse you so, it does not change the fact that you did use me.
I know you care about me; you wouldn't have saved me from Peter if you hadn't. You deny yourself the happiness of love and I wish I had had enough nerve to stand up to you and say no. But I was weak when it came to you. That's what you've done to me. Whenever you touched me I would never have been able to deny you. I never had the chance to say this to you but I love you, James, with all of my heart. But since you were so eager for me to go, I have. You have your wish and the knowledge that I will do anything for you, even leave you.
Love,
Your Kateirna
Hook stared at the letter for a few moments perplexed at what he had read. He plopped down into a chair under the weight of his surprise. She was gone, he thought, and I driven her away. He slammed his fist against the arm of the chair, angry at her for leaving, and also at himself for the stupidity telling her to go.
He sat like this for most of the day, never coming out of his cabin. He had threatened several crewmates, including Mr. Smee, who had come to check on him, or ask him something. The two sides of his psyche were doing battle. One side told him that he should be happy, that he was free of the feelings and could finally focus on just pursuing Pan. The other urged him to find a way to go and find her, but he did not know how to get there. He didn't even know if he could get there. Would Neverland let him out? He felt hopeful, but at the same time he knew it was impossible.
"PAN!!!" yelled someone just outside his cabin. Hook got up slowly and retrieved his sword and walked out on to the deck. One look at the flying brat and Hook knew exactly how to vent his frustration. "LOAD THE CANNON!" Hook screamed and pointed his hook at Pan. Peter smiled and stuck out his tongue at Hook, flying around the masts dodging Long Tom whenever he could.
And so it went on and Neverland went back to normal. It was just Hook and Pan like it had always been, in their ongoing battle. Pan for glory and fun, Hook for revenge. But, although Hook continued to be the same hard commanding man on the outside, he knew he would never be the same again. And when Mr. Smee finally asked about Katerina, Hook simply said, "My love is at home, but I shall miss her."
THE END
A/N: Hi everyone. Thanks for being such great reviewers and boosting my self-confidence to actually finish this story. I hope you all enjoyed it. It was really fun to write. Thanks again!!! And thanks to my wonderful inspiration for this story: JASON ISSACS!!! I love your work and you were the best Captain Hook.
James,
I don't really understand the reasoning behind your actions towards me. The only thing I do understand is that you do have feelings for me. And the only answer I could come up with is that you're scared to show them. Why? Did you think people would look at you as weak? No, James, love is not a weakness. In fact it might have made you stronger and it certainly would have made you a hero in my eyes. Nonetheless, no matter how much you drove me away I still came back and I still considered you my hero. My gratitude towards you is more then you'll ever imagine.
Sometimes I wish we had met under different circumstances, but ours were extraordinary, just like Neverland. But that wouldn't have changed the way you are or the way I am. In our history you have pulled me close and pushed me away. Each time we touched the feelings grew even more between us, I could tell. And no matter how girly you might have thought they were you still came to me every night. I felt loved when I was with you, it was a bigger and better feeling then I had ever felt with anyone before. You made me want you in ways unimaginable, but at the same time I felt like your whore. I know you love me, but you never showed it other then making love to me. I felt like I was just there for you whenever you got aroused, and while it pleases me that I arouse you so, it does not change the fact that you did use me.
I know you care about me; you wouldn't have saved me from Peter if you hadn't. You deny yourself the happiness of love and I wish I had had enough nerve to stand up to you and say no. But I was weak when it came to you. That's what you've done to me. Whenever you touched me I would never have been able to deny you. I never had the chance to say this to you but I love you, James, with all of my heart. But since you were so eager for me to go, I have. You have your wish and the knowledge that I will do anything for you, even leave you.
Love,
Your Kateirna
Hook stared at the letter for a few moments perplexed at what he had read. He plopped down into a chair under the weight of his surprise. She was gone, he thought, and I driven her away. He slammed his fist against the arm of the chair, angry at her for leaving, and also at himself for the stupidity telling her to go.
He sat like this for most of the day, never coming out of his cabin. He had threatened several crewmates, including Mr. Smee, who had come to check on him, or ask him something. The two sides of his psyche were doing battle. One side told him that he should be happy, that he was free of the feelings and could finally focus on just pursuing Pan. The other urged him to find a way to go and find her, but he did not know how to get there. He didn't even know if he could get there. Would Neverland let him out? He felt hopeful, but at the same time he knew it was impossible.
"PAN!!!" yelled someone just outside his cabin. Hook got up slowly and retrieved his sword and walked out on to the deck. One look at the flying brat and Hook knew exactly how to vent his frustration. "LOAD THE CANNON!" Hook screamed and pointed his hook at Pan. Peter smiled and stuck out his tongue at Hook, flying around the masts dodging Long Tom whenever he could.
And so it went on and Neverland went back to normal. It was just Hook and Pan like it had always been, in their ongoing battle. Pan for glory and fun, Hook for revenge. But, although Hook continued to be the same hard commanding man on the outside, he knew he would never be the same again. And when Mr. Smee finally asked about Katerina, Hook simply said, "My love is at home, but I shall miss her."
THE END
A/N: Hi everyone. Thanks for being such great reviewers and boosting my self-confidence to actually finish this story. I hope you all enjoyed it. It was really fun to write. Thanks again!!! And thanks to my wonderful inspiration for this story: JASON ISSACS!!! I love your work and you were the best Captain Hook.