One Decent Friend
This is the Phantomzebra speaking, saying that I was annoyed after going through 13 pages of Peter Pan fics and finding nothing of Hook or Smee. I totally think they both rock, so decided to write this. I don't own them, people. What happened directly after Hook fell off ship to be eaten by a crocodile, and Peter and Wendy went back to London. How does Smee feel about all this? Why do Hook and Tink get along so well? Who will Henry be in THIS fic?
Smee was standing with the other pirates, watching Peter and Wendy fly away, and keeping one eye on the lost boys, who were beginning to meander off. When they were gone, Smee looked at the other pirates.
"Well…Who wants to go beg the Indians for forgiveness?" He asked uncertainly. The pirates all dashed off for fear of this. Smee was left standing on the deck all alone, gazing about at the ship. Suddenly he heard a faint sort of scratching noise, and he looked over at the rail of the ship. He shivered in the thought that I might be the crocodile, or Pan himself.
Thunk. Scrrrrrtch…Thunk. Scrrrrrtch…
The same pattern of noises repeated over and over, and Smee got rather suspicious. He took a step towards the rail, but suddenly, with an extremely loud THUNK, a sharp iron hook dug into the rail of the ship. Smee yelped and staggered back, tripped over a rope, and fell flat on his face. He glanced over and saw a soaking wet mass of red velvet coat drag itself onto the deck and lay still. Smee looked carefully at the dripping object, and then managed to scramble up and take a step towards it. Smee cocked his head.
"Is…Is that you, Cap'n?" He asked, rather stunned. The heap of red velvet shoved itself up enough to dig its hook into the deck and slowly drag itself towards the pirate. Smee was utterly petrified, until he realized that it definitely was the Captain, in which case he dragged the soaking wet Captain to his cabin and set him down in a chair. Captain Hook slumped limply against the wall.
"Cap'n? Is anyone there?" Smee asked, waving his hand in front of the Captain's eyes. Hook mumbled something. "Cap'n?" Smee asked.
"…Crocodile…" was all that Smee managed to catch of the next sputter of mumbling. Smee propped the Captain's head up against the wall.
"Can you be a bit louder?" Smee asked, leaning close to hear whatever Hook had been saying.
"Dash it all, Smee, I was nearly eaten by a crocodile and you're just sitting there watching me!" Hook growled in a choked voice. Smee was unbelievably proud that he'd been able to understand what Hook had said, and was so pleased with himself that he nearly forgot the half-dead pirate.
"Well I don't know what I can do!" Smee cried, looking about for some way to help. With a growl of disapproval, Hook painfully reached up and tugged off his heavy jacket, revealing a huge spot of blood where he'd nearly been snapped in half by the crocodile.
"Oh goodness!" Smee cried, and he dashed about to find some sort o a first-aid kit. He was unsuccessful, and came back whimpering that he'd found nothing. Smee was utterly frantic. His Captain had almost been eaten by the crocodile and was thought dead. Now Hook's life was in Smee's hands, and he could do nothing to save him.
Oh, how evil am I that I leave you at a cliffhanger! (Of course you know I will not kill Hook, for he rocks.)