I own no character, all is from J.M Barrie's wonderful stories and the 2003 film with astonishing Jason Isaacs'performance as Cap.James Hook.Thanks much for the reviews,please do tell me what you think about the story,and sorry for grammar,spelling,vocabulary mistakes...English is not my mother tongue...Enjoy!

The price of a kiss

'That…that makes…and with this…' he continued mumbling to himself in the small room, alone, only to make Hook desperate with boredom over such…such…

'Such a meagre booty' Hook smirked and tried to cross his legs in a most unfashionable way but George would not accept that and his feet did not change position from his rigid stance in the hard chair. 'this makes two thousand and fifty…'

'I have much more than that in only one of my chest at the pirates' keep…' Hook whispered in George mind. 'Maybe next time you want to count all my treasure…it would be nice to prove that I've been better than you once again'. George stopped trying to breathe again. 'See, this only adds to your many mistakes, Georgie…'

'I'm not the one being devoured over and over every night' George mocked and Hook looked angered, his blue eyes now darted in red crimson.

'How you dare?' Hook yelled standing up in his mind and storming over a defenceless George who was backed over some memories of defeats and chants of Old. Alone. Done for. The hook went to his glasses putting them higher, Hook's foul breath on his cheeks and the eyes, those very eyes focusing on him. 'if it were not for …'Hook stopped and then smiled his terrible, false smile of forgiveness meaning doom. 'you know too well I cannot kill you, Georgie…'

' I would better prefer if you treat me as Mr.Darling'

'Who's the captain here, rat?' Hook snapped his voice low and smooth, steely in George's mind, as if he were there really pinching his neck with the sharp claw. Was he really? George turned to discover that on that side there was no one, nothing, only the window and the garden. He blinked confused. How could that be? He was sure, he had heard Hook's voice and his own arguing as if …as if they were just there. He combed his black hair carefully with his hand and tried to focus again on the account. It would prove a task more difficult than it should be…

'What's happening?' George whined now pinned by Hook's strong and lone hand.

'What do you want from me?'

'Silence you bastard!' Hook yelled, resounding his harsh voice in George's ears. He turned and again saw nothing. 'I'm tied to you, ungrateful myopic snail!'

'You savage!' George tried gasping for air and trying to get as far as possible from the sharp point of the hook.

'You wanted that, you desired to be just this' he groaned now close to George's face 'now you will have to take it!'

'I don't know what you are talking about!'

'Of course you do!'

'no! let me be!'

'let me be!' Hook mimicked his pitiful screams and tears with contempt. 'What have I done to deserve such a …such a rat for alter ego?'

'I don't know who you are!'

'Indeed' Hook snarled

'It's the truth!'

'What do you know about truth, boy…I will teach you mine with this' Hook showed the cruel weapon, close to George's eyes. George blinked confused and turned again.There was nothing but he had indeed felt the sharp iron in his face.He looked again at the window…Oh, nice, he was going mad, not only hearing a voice but also feeling weapons on his body.

The front door opened and he could hear the children's excited voices. Something about a funny walk in the park and their new adventures. Hook's eyes became narrower listening for any trace of Pan. None. George relaxed feeling convinced that that prat only could be in dreams and fantasies. But then Hook's eyes turned red when Wendy's voice rang gleefully in the stairs, storming up followed by one and another's feet.

'Come and I will tell you how Peter Pan fights the pirates and gets Hook's ship!'

So…George turned, Hook's eyes on his, red crimson, red revenge and white teeth trying an uneasy smile. Struggling with George's meekly composure until it broke into a fist in the table.

'Damn that boy!' George shrieked, but it was Hook, and his right hand, now in a fist, now in the wood clenched. Had he had the hook he would have run upstairs and catch Pan and slice his throat with the swift motion he so well practised, just for Pan's shake, to thank him for the hook and for the hand taken. But that reaction only got a chain reaction and it was Mary on the door.

'Dear, is everything alright?' she asked in a concerned whisper.

Of course, that prig of Georgie would never have discharged his anger with a table and never ever with his children. Hook gritted his white teeth and muster patience and cynicism for a bitter sweet smile, his best to imitate George.

'Nothing, dear, only' he chuckled humourless 'only got a bit disturbed with the kids' entering and slamming the door…I'm afraid I lost the balance' he winced as if that would be an utter loss for his own life, but according to poor George it was a bit overacted. He would never have pouted and knit his brown like an upset baby. But It had an effect of course and the children got Mary's angry reprimands over having father losing concentration. Hook grinned. Maybe he could not get to kill Pan, but he could just pretty well get the children into problems…Oh, the inconveniences of growing up, he paused, still with his accounts in the desk.

'Ts, Georgie, what a prig you are…what's this fuss over nights in with Mary and nights out?' He mused.

'Oh, shut up' George tried to go and hide the papers but Hook had a strong hold on them.

'ah, that makes four…'Hook smirked 'wonderful, you get much use of that, you know, four times a year…you pathetic codfish. No wonder you have it so small…'

'it's not…not small!'

'oh, yeah…undersized…not much use for it anyway…'

'it is NOT!'

'Who's the captain here, mate?' Hook purred grasping the papers. His eyes darting on George making him feel a wretch once again. George just lowered his head and nodded 'then mine is bigger, much bigger'

'I would say it is the same…size…and you don't seem to get much use for it either…' George muttered.

'What? You…you looking at that? At mine? At ME?' Hook seemed utterly shocked.

'And you looked at mine and at me and Mary'

Hook's eyes rolled and tore the paper into pieces.

'Oh, yes, you mean that…if that is what you count as a night in, really…I should take you to some tavern to know what a night with a woman really means…and about my uses with it, it's none of your business' he paused with realization and his moustache turned 'alright…we are even now…'He groaned his eyes on the ceiling hearing the thumps and bangs the children made with their games. Oh, sure, sure Pan was in one of those games, flying around the room getting foolish ideas about new adventures into the children's feverish minds.

'Tonight I will pay that prat for the little favour he gave us' George muttered, his eyes red with repressed anger staring at his right hand, a fist of flesh and blood,sinews and beating pulse. 'Tonight' Hook repeated while going back into George's mind, allowing George's little self come back into his consciousness. The little voice, trembling against George's ear, murmured incomprehensible words.

'he means it' he cried' he really means it! he's going to kill Wendy and the boys!'

George blinked confused. Could he really…?

'In Neverland one can do anything he wishes' Hook's voice turned in his mind 'And I am you in Neverland'

Great. Now he was with paranoia. George Darling a killer? Of course no! He settled his glasses and sighed. For God's sake, George! It is ONLY a dream!

(TO BE CONTINUED...)