11.
Peter Pan flew down to the floor of Neverland artfully, even injured. His new fairie waiting on a leaf for him her name wasn't Tinkerbell, but he insisted on calling her that, and she was so taken by him she soon began to believe it was her own name. He kneeled on the ground holding his chest in pain, and his ankle seeping small amounts of blood. The little fairie flew around him nervously and he waved her away.
"I'm fine Tink, I'm fine."
He really was. It was nothing deep, he had received much worse. He was more worried about how close Hook had gotten to his hideout. If there was one thing Peter didn't like, it was Hook, but for Hook to be so close to his lost boys, that was something that he hated. Peter would protect his lost boys till the death, and if Hook came in the way between their safety, Peter would stop that. To Peter, Hook's very presence was danger. He was an adult, and to put him in good light might make the lost boys feel the need to grow up, and that's exactly what Peter was protecting them from. They couldn't grow up, to do so was a fate worse than death.
Then there was the new pirate. A girl, that in itself was strange, Peter thought. He didn't mean to hurt her like he did, but something in him felt betrayed when the rock hit his head. She looked so familiar, he felt a horrible surge of jealousy that she was with Hook.
Of course these feelings didn't last long, before Peter could renew his vow of revenge on the two pirates, the whole thing had been forgotten. He heard a lost boy call and flew off to play whatever game the lost boys had planned. He could think about revenge later, his life was long ahead of him, he had plenty of time.
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Hook stayed very close to Wendy, he had been a pirate long enough to be able to heal Wendy himself, with very little help to the now useless doctor aboard the ship. When she had closed her eyes back on the boat, Hook was sure he had lost her. He had lost what mattered most to him because of Peter, and he vowed that Pan would not live long enough to find out if his handiwork proved fatal. But she was breathing; her eyes had fluttered open for a moment and then back shut. When she opened her eyes it was as if the weight had been lifted of his heart and he could finally breathe again.
Until now. The moment he was sure she was better; Hook realized what he had said to her, he had let his feelings be known to a girl he was sure cared nothing for him! A girl, he might add, wanted nothing more than to be off his ship. Though he couldn't allow that, for one she was still too weak to leave, and another, he couldn't bear to watch her walk away, and also, and what he told himself should be most important, his men would think him weak, he had at least given her the small room connected to his. A bed was placed inside, the window had the boards taken off, the dust was swept away, and it was entirely livable now. He even put a rug over the trapped door. She was still knocked out when some of his men gently carried her to her new room, with his supervision. Smee would watch her when he attended to his mandatory Captain duties, but the moment she began to speak, he would not set another foot in that room, not one foot.
And he was true to his word.
When Wendy woke up only a day later, she saw the Captain in the corner, his back leaning against the wall, his blue eyes watching her intently.
"Where am I?" she asked, wincing in pain as she tried to sit up.
"Don't do that," he said crossly, "You'll make it worse. You are in your new room, and thanks to your precious Pan, you are very much an invalid for the upcoming days."
Wendy shook her head, "He didn't know."
Hook rolled his eyes, "He's just a child, I know."
He began to leave when Wendy felt a slight nagging feeling, and an awkward feeling crept into her chest.
"Captain," she said quickly, "On the island-"
"I have many things to attend to Miss Darling," he cut her off, "If you need anything, Smee is just a bell ring away," he pointed to a bell on a wooden nightstand next to her, a book sitting under it, "Good day Madam."
Wendy never once rang the bell, as she found it needy and childish. She felt fine for the most part, and even if she did need something, Smee came in every few hours to check up on her. He was nice to talk to, and often stayed with her while she told stories she had told her brothers before. He really was a kind man, she wondered how he came to be on such a pirate ship, let alone in Neverland. When she asked him he coughed nervously a few times.
"Everyone on this ship is afraid of something Miss Wendy," he said quietly, "Some of the men are running from their old lives. Some are running from death. I can tell you one thing though Miss, Neverland only postpones those things. Eventually we all stop running."
She wondered what Hook was running from, but didn't think it wise to ask.
Two days of staying put and Wendy was finally tired of it. She had to know what Hook meant at the waterfall, and if he going to ignore her here, then she was going to go find him. She slipped into her dress after taking a bath, her hair still wet and sticking to her shoulders, and walked out of the thin door. She was slow on her feet, but she was able to walk without too much difficulty. It was nothing but a knife wound, the pirates on this ship had received far worse. She could handle whatever she was given, and the wound was just one of the many things.
She walked through what had been the cabin she shared with Hook, and wondered if he had replaced anything he had taken out to hide from her. She felt herself space out a moment as she walked on deck, and glanced at the sunlight. She didn't hear anyone calling her name, she just felt her knees weaken and gently sat down on the deck, just for a moment, she told herself, I'll get back up in a moment.
"Miss Darling, exactly what are you doing?" Hook said standing over her.
She looked up, the sun glancing off her face, "Oh," she started to pull herself back up and grimaced in pain. She closed her eyes but continued to stand, holding on to the pole of the main mast so stand up.
"Wendy," Hook whispered so only she could hear, not romantically, but more urgent, "Why are you here?"
"Well I remember something about you kidnapping me…"
"Don't get smart with me," he snapped, then clarified, "What are you doing out of bed?"
"I'm fine," she waved him away and ignored the question, "I feel better."
"You are a foolish girl," Hook hissed, "What make's you think you can decide when you're feeling better? No one gave you permission to leave that cabin!"
"I had to speak to you," she said trying not to sound weak at all, and was able to glare at him, but the pain tugged at the corner of her eyes.
He exhaled loudly, "Damn you," and quickly picked her up in his arms, making her give off a shocked noise.
"I can walk!"
"Hush girl," he rolled his eyes, "You can't do anything at the moment, I forbid you to even think, because when you think you pull a stunt like this."
She sighed angrily and tried to shift her weight as he walked with her.
"Owch," she hissed at herself, hoping he didn't hear her, no weaknesses.
He paused, "Try this," he was able to throw her up a little and she gave out a cry of pain, but felt much more comfortable afterwards, even with her head cradled against his chest, though her cheeks now burned with embarrassment.
He laid her back down on the bed that was slowly becoming her new home.
"Blast this dress," he cursed, "I can't check the wound."
"It's honestly fine," she insisted.
He raised his hook and quickly sliced her dress open where the stabbing was, Wendy giving a shocked gasp.
"Do control what lady like emotions you have left Miss Darling," he responded and opened the dress more, "I could be taking off the whole thing, but I believe I'm being kind."
He checked the bandage and the wound and shook his head, "You could have been out by tomorrow if you had stayed put, but you always need to make things more difficult. You reopened it."
"Well maybe if you would just talk to me-"
"Don't blame your foolishness on me," he snapped, "I've left you alone to your peace, and you throw accusations at me?"
"I just wanted to talk to you!" she yelled and silence followed her words.
He stared at where her new bandages her, not looking into her face at all, "We don't need to talk."
"Fine," she snapped, "Get out."
He finally glanced at her face. She had turned it away from him; her anger had caused tears to fill her eyes, something she felt ashamed of, which only made her eyes sting more.
"You cry now?" he demanded, "You're kidnapped, taken by mermaids, stabbed by a knife, and yet you don't cry until I refuse to speak to you?"
"No!" she shouted, "I'm not!"
"Then what are you doing, my beauty?" he said softly.
"It hurts!" she said through tears, "The knife. It hurts!"
He put his hand on the wound and gave her a sad look, "You don't want to talk about what happened, trust me."
She looked at him and he realized she hadn't been crying nearly as hard as he had thought. No more than a few angry tears, but the real anger was not washed away, "Then why say them? To confuse the strange girl aboard your ship? Just leave me alone then, I'm tired of being your amusing plaything."
"Dammit Wendy," he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers quickly. She froze, she hadn't expected this, and yet she felt like she had wanted it.
"See what you do to me?" he growled, "It takes so much to control my emotions with you, you're different from anything I've ever wanted before. You don't even care."
"I don't…know what to think," She admitted, "I shouldn't… I can't… I don't…know."
He eyed her carefully, "I'm Captain James Hook," he said coldly, "A pirate. Not something you would want to like."
"You're right," she said quietly, and he raised his eyebrow, "I shouldn't like a pirate, not the way I do. You've hurt people, you kidnapped me. I don't understand it anymore, I shouldn't feel the way I do for you. But I do. You annoy me, you push me to the edge, and you anger me! But I still…"
His mouth twitched, "You say such flattering things Miss Darling, do you expect me to feel touched?"
She felt something loosen inside her, "I did not intend to flatter you Captain. You may take it how you want; I just said what I felt."
He met her stare and then very slowly smiled.
"Well then," he said taking her hand, "I would love for you to join me for dinner once you are well enough."
He kissed her palm and then with just his eyes looking up at her, her wrist. Her eyes widened slightly, but they stayed connected to Hook's. He continued down her arm until he came to the bend of her elbow, and kissed the tender skin gently.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
He leaned over her and putting his hand behind her head smiled and whispered, "This," and then kissed her softly.
It was careful at first, but when Wendy kissed him back it began to be more urgent. He pressed himself against her and she took a sharp intake of breath from the pain in her wound.
"Sorry," he said standing up, "I forgot myself."
"Its… fine."
He nodded, "I must get back. Please do not strain yourself, I'm rather looking forward to dinner," he kissed her hand and left quickly, leaving her to watch as he closed the door.
I'm sorry if I made anyone feel like I was forcing a horrible Peter upon you!!! I really wasn't, I mean, honestly, Peter isn't my favorite, but I would never try to make him the evil one, and I added the beginning in to show he really wasn't bad, its just what he felt he had to do. Anyway, I'll add more soon!!! AP tests must be tackled with a horrible angry force!!!