A/N: Update 8
"Welcome, you must be Peter," Hook smiled looking up from the pot on the stove. He had on a phony smile that I could see right through.
I grimaced and forced a smile and eyed where his left hand should be. A hook. What excuse had he cooked up for this?
He saw me looking. "I see you've noticed my hook. A bad accident when I was younger claimed my hand. I'm a world traveler. I sail my boat all over. I've found that the hook is easier to use on board than a prosthetic hand. Plus it's fun for my sailboat business. My whole store is pirate themed." He smiled, testing me to see if I would call bullshit.
I nodded and forced a laughed. "That's a really fun idea, sir." And the fakest backstory I've ever heard. I thought.
"Please, please, sit down," Hook motioned to the table. "Dinner will be ready soon."
Winnie, still holding my hand pulled me out of the kitchen so that we could wash up for dinner. "Does your dad always wear that hook? Or is it just for work?" I whispered as we headed to the bathroom to wash up.
"He wears it a lot. He doesn't like his prosthetic, so he wears the hook. It's kind of embarrassing when we go out in public," Winnie blushed as she replied.
After washing our hands, we headed back to the kitchen to find dinner on the table. Smee walked in with a big, stupid grin on his face and helped to finish setting the table. Next wandered in a brown-haired boy, who must've been Nate. I couldn't see his face; it was hidden in a book as he sat down.
"Nate, you know there's no reading at the dinner table," Smee shook his finger at Nate.
Nate sighed and closed the book and tossed it into the living room. I held my breath, waiting for him to turn so I could see if it was Nibs. He turned back in his seat and froze, staring at me. It was him. We stared each other down daring the other to say something. Nibs brow furrowed and he frowned. He stood up, his chair falling backwards behind him, and stormed out.
I wanted to run after him. I wanted to apologize for leaving Neverland. I wanted, with every fiber of my being, to run and hug the boy who had always been like a little brother to me. He looked up to me. He trusted me. And I betrayed him by leaving. As much as I wanted to run after Nibs, I couldn't.
"That was weird," Winnie said picking up the fallen chair. "I'm sorry about that, Peter. I don't know what's up with him."
"No, it's fine. I'm sure he's just having a hard time adjusting to a new town where he doesn't know anyone. I can totally relate," I replied taking a seat next to Winnie.
"How do you mean, Peter?" Smee asked setting down the casserole dish in the center of the table.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm a foster kid. I've been to lots of different homes in different towns. It's hard to make friends," I replied feeling more and more comfortable as the evening progressed, which scared me.
"Oh well that's just awfully sad," Smee shook his head sniffling.
Hook finally walked over from the kitchen area and sat down at the head of the table. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's eat!"