(This is my second fanfic, and it's probably just as bad as the first one. None-the-less I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short and the plotline is weak, so I apologise for that. Try and enjoy anyway.

I do not own any of the characters; they belong to JM Barrie and his wonderful imagination. Oh, and Great Ormond Street Hospital I think. Anyway, the characters aren't mine, but the plotline is, unfortunately.)

Chapter 3

Somehow, during the night, Hook had rolled over onto his side and draped his handless arm over Susannah so when she woke up the next morning she found Hook pressed against her back with his handless arm curled protectively around her. She let out a scream. Hook woke up dazed. Luckily, he'd removed his harness the night before, otherwise he'd had had his hook on and probably have cut her. Susannah fell out of bed as he removed his arm in shock. She landed hard. Hook jumped out of bed to see if she was alright. He couldn't help but smile at the delightful sight of her sprawled on his floor in nothing but her underwear.

Susannah looked up from the floor to see Hook standing naked above her. She screamed again and grabbed the duvet, pulling it over herself to cover her near naked body. Then she shouted at Hook.

"Put some clothes on!" she ordered "and never sleep next to me like that again."

"As you wish." Hook said, getting dressed. He was smiling to himself, she hadn't said she'd never sleep in the same bed as him. It must be because it was such a comfortable bed; he knew he wouldn't be able to refuse it. Hook pulled some underwear and trousers on.

"Happy?" He asked, opening his arms wide. Susannah peeked out from under the covers.

"Fine." She said, although she'd have preferred it if he was wearing a shirt. She could see too many scars covering his torso, and she could see the stump on his right hand. Surprisingly, it didn't disgust or mortify her. "Now…could you please pass me my clothes?" she asked, pointing at them. They were lying at Hook's feet. He picked them up and handed them over; slightly shocked he was acting in such a way. Since when did he help others or do as they say? "Could you possibly turn around?" she asked, doing a twirling motion with her finer. Hook sighed and turned. Whilst his back was turned Susannah hurriedly got dressed, annoyed she had to wear the same clothes two days in a row. "I'm done. Thank you. Now…I'm wondering…do you possibly have any clothes on board suitable for a girl?"

"No." Hook replied simply. Susannah frowned.

"Well…do you have any clothes I can wear, whether or not they're suitable?" she asked instead.

"Yes. You can wear some of mine." Hook offered kindly, walking to his chest of drawers and opening it. He took out the smallest pair of trousers he owned and a shirt. He handed them to her. She took them graciously, thanking him under her breath. Then she did that annoying twirling finger thing. Hook turned around, and Susannah changed out of her clothes into his. She removed her underwear as well because they were dirty. She just hoped no-one would pull her shirt or trousers off today. She tapped Hook on the shoulder and he turned around.

"Does it look alright?" she asked nervously, wanting a second opinion.

"Lovely." He smiled. He was actually enjoying being nice to this young girl. This very attractive, intelligent, sweet young girl. Susannah smiled at him, and Hook felt his heart beat faster inside his chest. Could he possibly….be developing feelings for the girl? Hook looked at her, and cast the thought aside. Murderous pirates don't feel. He sneered at her "Well, as lovely as a girl can look in mans clothes." Susannah's smile faltered at the tone of his comment but she ignored it.

"Thank you Captain." She replied "now….what am I doing today? Can I read again…or possibly visit Neverland…or do you want me to help out on board?" she asked. Any of the three choices appealed. Hook looked at her.

"I can't have you working. You'd be too much of a distraction to the men. I could order someone to take you to the island, but….there's always the problem of Peter Pan." Hook thought aloud to himself. "Would you mind reading today?" he asked.

Susannah shook her head, smiling brightly.

"No I won't mind at all. I love reading." She told him. Hook smiled.

"Alright. Then sit down and read. I have to go watch my crew. I'll return later for lunch. We shall dine together." He informed her, as he took her hand in his and kissed it lightly. She blushed as he did so.

"Goodbye…Susannah." Hook said politely. He dropped her hand and walked out of the door, locking it for safety. Susannah ran over to the bookshelf and selected three books. Then she sat on the bed she and Hook had slept on last night, got under the covers and began to read.

Several hours later, Hook returned with a tray laden with lunch. Susannah looked up hungrily.

"Excellent!" she exclaimed, coming out from under the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed. Hook smiled and brought the try over to her. He sat it down on a table Smee had brought in. Then Hook dismissed Smee and sat down opposite Susannah, bringing the armchair forward.

There they sat, opposite each other; Susannah on the bed and James in the armchair. Over the next hour they ate the delicious food Neverland had provided, and talked of many things. James's world, Susannah's world and the world of books. They found they had much in common and as they talked each couldn't help but notice the attractiveness of the other, and how they were beginning to like each other more than companions, although in reality they were a kidnapper and captive.