Hook watched her sleeping heavily in the over-stuffed, leather chair; the same one where he had been in an alcohol induced slumber. His mischevious grin had not left his countenance since the woman had drifted into slumber.

This seemed to be just too easy. Wendy finally figured out that she was now a woman, and now he had her into his controlling grasp. Exactly as it should be. Not that she was any the wiser though, no, she of course thought she was falling for the dastardly captain Hook.

Honeslty if anything was ruined now when it came to her attitude towards him, not much would change with his plans. She was far too gone to be saved from his plans. This had been the time he had hoped would come.

Sitting at the huge oak desk, maps were laid out infront of him; a plan of action must be immediately drawn. They were close to the mermaid lagoon, only about a day's sailing. The boy, "Peter Pan" his mind spat, enjoyed the company and cold waters there immensely. He did know whether or not he would be accompanied by replacement brats, as his last group had left with Wendy and her brothers to return to London. Regardless, he would accomplish what he needed to; Peter would see Wendy. It would be all that was necessary to weaken the boy. Yes, Pan still cared for her.

Pan's time ran along with Neverland, not along with the rest of the world. To Peter, his last trip to London to look on after the girl was a few days ago. To her, however, it had been years.

Hook looked up from the maps to gaze upon Wendy once more. He smirked continuously as he pictured the look of pain that would appear in the boy's eyes when they met Wendy's for the first time once more. It was pure joy for the man who now loomed over the sleeping form.

Her hair was swept all about her face, neck and chest. Her breasts lifted and dropped in the heavy breathing of slumber. The fire, still lit but dying, cast shadows on her form to outline her curves and make her face that of a porcelain angel. It was this look of innocence and beauty that made Hook's snark falter.

What is this girl to him? A prop, yes of course. A beautiful prop, none the less. A doll which he would love to dance around and play with, and once his plan worked out, he planned on it. Whether she wanted to or not, it didnt matter.

He left her on the chair and decided to go to his chambers. Once he had lit the chandelier on the tableside, though, a though occured to him. Why not see if he could push her limits? Why shouldn't he have fun right now?

He walked back to where the woman was sleeping. Slowly and carefully, so as not to wake her, he lifted her from her place of slumber. Wendy uncurled from the ball she was sleeping in, and into his arms with ease. He carried her into his room and placed her ontop of the bed, the sheets previously drawn.

Hook then commenced to shut and lock the door to his cabin room and ajourned himself to the bed.

Hook unlatched his hook and harness, snuffed out the candles that had not burnt for long, and draped the heavy down sheets onto the both of them. Hook relaxed himself into a close to slumber sleep before smirking a small bit. Wendy would wake up and do one of two things; absolutely go mad, or enjoy herself. Either way Hook would win. He forced himself to go to sleep, and not let images of any surprise attacks to him or the ship drift into his mind, ever the paranoid pirate.

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She woke up with a sudden jolt.

Wendy had just suffered from a nightmare. Her family, upon finding her an adult rushed her off towards the gabby hands of a nameless, faceless man who was to become her husband. John and michael looked on towards their sister in both disgust and betrayal, and even her parents looked disappointed in her, as if she grew up to be the wrong way of woman which they had desired. Everywhere she turned she saw more and more dissapointed faces. Peter's own was in the window, his look the worst of all.

It was that look of one who had lost love. His face was a million times more horrid to her than that of her entire family put together. A look of hatred, loss, betrayal, anything, would have been better than what the countenance of Peter appeared as.

That is the look that which had stirred her so rudely from her sleep.

Once she had shaken her mind from the nightmare, however, she discovered that she was no longer in the leather bounded chair of Hook's study. She was once again in the bedroom of the mysterious pirate. what made her then stiffen was the feeling of extra warmth across her waist.

An arm lay draped around her. Whose arm though, she had a pretty good idea.

She shifted around to face Captain Jas. Hook. He still slept on, content in his close place next to her.

Now she really did not know exactly how to react to all of this. On one hand he brain was screaming to her to cause a fit of this because, for god's sake, this was Captain Hook! On the other hand, there would be no denying how content she was as well.

Wendy looked on at Hook in his sleeping form. His hair, like hers she was sure, lay scattered all about the place around his face and shoulders. His shirtless figure made her stiffin lightly when she noticed how appealing it appeared to her. His blue forget-me-not eyes were held behind shut lids, the both of them moving rapidly in their sockets, alluding to him having some sort of epic dream.

She jumped lightly when the intensely cold eyes were looking right back at her in the middle of her thoughts. He only smirked though, and pulled her closer.

If Wendy were to react, it would be now.

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sorry its been so long. I hope you will all forgive me.