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Frozen thimbles

Much to Hook's chagrin he had to admit it. Alone. He held the lantern high, shedding light over the dark forest. He knew there must be faeries somewhere, but he refrained from his well-known phrase and bit his lip. Damnation, he cursed turning on his heels back to the forest path. Maybe he should check in the Black Castle, but something kept on telling him there was something bad. He walked through the frozen forest, his hook holding the lantern and his hand ready for his sword, just in case. The virginal white snow told him that there was no one else there walking Neverland's soil.

'Bloody Hell' he muttered glancing around. It was the first night that this ever happened to him, to George and to Hook. But then, as he was despairing thinking himself doomed to inhabit that doomed island till his last breath, he heard the magical sound of voices. Children's voices. He grinned caressing his sword. 'Ah. so, so' he whistled lowering the lantern to the floor and pocking discreetly his head through frozen benches. Maybe he could not get tonight to Peter but someone else was going to feel his hook in his guts.

Two boys.

'Two LOST Boys', pointed Hook, his eyes almost closed calculating the distant, the possible pain and blood that his hook could extract from those repellent little maggots. What were they talking about? What were they planning against him already? Where was Pan and that firefly that was his companion? Where was Wendy and John and Michael? Why was he here when his enemy was not? How could he just have escaped Neverland's magic while he was still trapped? When could he get to sleep without those nightmares? Why was he inside Hook's mind and other times Hook inside his? What was that nonsense about faeries and flying children and Wendy telling tales and pirates and mermaids and Red Indians? Where…?

'Oh, shut up, I cannot listen!' he grunted to the voice that kept screeching in his brain. George just nodded and sat again trying to calm his uneasiness with some mild remembrances that Hook hid in his mind hoard, miles and miles away from his recent memories of murder, blood, pain and revenge. 'Don't you dare open that' he threatened as soon as he sensed that George was moving back to his young years when he was in England. 'I don't need that now' He concentrated on his task now at hand and hook: get the children's plan, get Pan's plan and get them to the plank of the Jolly Roger. 'That's a fair easy game, isn't it?'. He chuckled with anticipation.

'Oh, but that's awful!' George shuddered.

'That's brilliant!' Hook exclaimed in his breath, a wide grin in his face imagining the children's sobs and cries. And then he got closer to the children who without knowing it were to disclose Pan's perdition and Hook's bliss.

'Ts, be a man and learn how to make children fear you' he lent closer, hid behind a big tree.

'Peter's coming!' they yelled happily. An then as said ,a crash was heard and the sea was broken into pieces and pieces of ice melting away abruptly. Hook could only close his eyes when without warning the sun went high in the dark morning and shone mercilessly over its favourite spot in all the universe.

'Blast it' he cursed still closing his eyes in the scorching new light. 'i'll kill that boy for this, who the hell thinks himself to be? The King Sun or what?'

Inadvertly the children continued with their gathering. Now one more boy.

'Three LOST boys' Hook cheered caressing his hook, the lantern had been kicked away now that there was enough sunlight to see around and squash any living creature with the slightest look of a fairy, bug, plant or any living thing Hook just got into the desire to extinguish.

'tink is here!'

'Uh, oh' Hook's eyes rolled with contempt. That pest of big fat fly with a bulb included in the lot…He was going to be discovered if he was not careful enough.

'Tink! do you have news of Peter?'

'How d'you Tink?'

'tell us about Cinderella!' The three boys cheered loud and carelessly. And even another joined.

'Four LOST boys' hook muttered from his refuge.

'She says Peter has got a Jane which will tell us more stories' hook grinned but then paused. A Jane? Hey, wait, wait…Even when another Lost Boy joined the group, Hook's mind was still trying to process that new name. A Jane? What on Hell was that? Why were those stupid kids using names like that so aimlessly and so linguistically improper? He felt a need to go out of his refuge and spank all those boys into correct, proper grown up terms of language. What was A Jane, A Wendy, or A thimble, or A mother if then they were other things? Did they know anything about the world or were they just playing all around make believing and pretending? He got more confused when thinking it all. Then a crowing and he knew Peter had arrived with…with the Jane, whatever, whoever it was.

'Boys, this is your new mother' Hook could not resist it and peeped from the tree's bark to see a small girl of eight, nine, ten…well, he was bad trying to make the age of whoever of those small repellent rats with dirty hands and dishevelled hair. Maybe she was eleven or not, not even eight. But definitely that was no Wendy. She was a red-haired girl of short stature, not even Pan's shoulder and with a white nightgown and bare small pinkish feet. Oh, perfect, the family of Good-for-nothing-but-grateful-Lost middle-people was growing…And he was there to cut their surplus of people off. Of course, cutting limbs was Pan's speciality ,but he was not the only with a proper blade for that. Hook grinned and motioned for his men who were now appearing under the trees long green branches. A sign of 'better alive but kill a few' and his grin got bigger, cold, but bigger with a bit of satisfaction when the first screams filled the void of a perfect day in Neverland. Perfect for Pan's safety was something imperfect and needing an improve for Hook.