Pain vs. Nothing At All - Part 9
Author: WildBubblesRoam
Title: Pain vs. Nothing At All - Part 9
Pairing: Hook/Wendy
Rating: NC-17(overall fanfic), PG (for this chapter)
Summary: With Pan out of the way, Captain Hook can finally get what he’s always wanted...
Warning/Category: Just some strange romance in this chapter. No sexual content. No violence. And I’ve edited it so there’s no swearing.
Notes: I love any feedback, good or bad, or both! So review, please and thank you.
Her Captain, now seeming even more powerful to her than ever before, had returned to his spot beside Smee on deck. It was as though the fact that he had just killed a man, one of his own men, did not faze him in the least. When Wendy stood there, staring at him, the only response she got in return was an order to go back to his cabin. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. This young girl, a mere teenager among men, was still shocked by everything she had just witnessed. Even the encounter with the pirate below deck still made her hands quiver slightly. So many thoughts were racing through her head that she didn’t know where to start. “Smee, assist Miss Darling back to the cabin.” Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Smee’s hand on her back, pushing her towards the door leading back into the ships internal cavity. “We wouldn’t want you to get lost again, now would we?” She heard the slight twist in the Captain’s tone with this last remark. Wendy couldn’t tell if it was an ounce of annoyance or perhaps his way of being playful, but she made it a goal to bump directly into his broad shoulders as she made her way past.
It didn’t affect him at all. In fact, all the bump did was force her body back in the opposite direction. It was obvious by now that behind the Captain’s colorfully decorated coats and that silly oversized hat he insisted on wearing, was a core of pure strength she didn’t expect until now. Then again, he had constantly been defeated by a child, a boy destined to never grow up. He couldn’t overpower a boy yet he could kill full grown pirates in a matter of minutes, seconds if he didn’t insist on taunting them so much. It didn’t make sense. Then Wendy realized something she hadn’t really thought about in a while. I’m in Neverland. I’m aboard the Jolly Roger. I’m in a land where boys roam free with no rules and no mothers. Where children can fly among fairies and fight pirates just for fun. Nothing makes sense here...except Hook is the one with power galore. The only reason that makes sense is because he’ll kill with no remorse.
“Alright, little lady. You heard the Captain, in ya go.” Smee stood at the door of the cabin, holding it open for Wendy to enter. Without resistance, she did. It was getting into the afternoon now so what use would it be to argue when soon her Captain would enter? He could pick her up with his one good hand, throw her in the room, kick the door closed and that would be it. It wouldn’t be much of a fight and she’d always end up on the losing side. Wendy was starting to lose her spunk, her feisty attitude.
The hours passed by as slow as ever. Hook didn’t appear in his cabin until the wee hours of the morning the next day. Wendy had fallen asleep long before his arrival but as soon as she felt his weight on the bed, she woke gently. Hook tried not to show his joy when she finally opened her eyes. It had been a long night, a very long night. He ate to his full content, drank until his belly could hold no more, and watched as his crew danced around together, entranced by the controlling tendencies of whisky and rum. It’s undeniable he passed out at some point during the night or else he would have wandered back to his cabin hours ago.
The girl-his girl, could smell the alcohol all over his body from the moment she woke up. She was beginning to get used to it. After the day’s adventure, she had begun to find comfort in the strong scent of tobacco and booze that always seemed to linger around him; it meant safety. No one could harm her while Wendy was in his presence, except of course, the Captain himself.
She turned on her side to face Hook but he already knew his fair Wendy would start apologizing for causing so much trouble on deck. Or perhaps she would be so bold as to ask why he took so long to come to his cabin. “Shh...” He placed a single finger over her lips. “Just learn to listen to me and no one can ever lay a hand on you.”
“Except you.” Wendy pulled the blanket over her shoulders, a slight breeze sending goose bumps over her skin.
Hook walked over to the small window across the cabin and locked it closed. Pausing before moving back to his bed, the Captain shed his heavy coat and hook for safe keeping on his desk. Wendy closed her eyes, only to open them once more as she felt him enter the bed. “Good night, Darling.” He turned on his side, his back facing the young woman in his bed, and tried to fall asleep.
Hesitating for the last time, she finally spoke what was on her mind all night. “Thank you, Captain.” There was a long silence; Wendy even thought Hook had fallen asleep already. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“You’re welcome, my darling. Go to sleep now. We’re getting off the Jolly Roger come morning.” It was obvious by his dull tone that he was exhausted and still a bit hung over. Wendy decided to let him sleep and not question where they would go, who exactly would go with them, and for how long they’d be on land. Instead, she shifted to her other side, her back now to the Captain’s back, and tried to let sleep overpower her restless mind.
-Two Hours Later-
“Slimy son of a dog!” There was loud arguing right outside the window of the Captain’s cabin. The aggressive voices startled Wendy awake, leaving her tense and frightened. It was silent now. The voices had gone further down the deck of the ship, out of her hearing distance through the walls of the cabin. Wendy couldn’t go back to sleep, so she laid there, just laid there with her heart racing and her mind full of fear and worries. Suddenly, the man laying beside her began to stir in his sleep. While the terrified thoughts seemed to consume her mind, she had completely forgot Captain Hook, her Captain was sleeping right beside her.
Searching for some sense of safety and comfort she went to the only person on the Jolly Roger she thought might protect her: Hook. With one smooth motion, Wendy Darling turned on her side, facing Hook, and huddled closer to his warm body. She had expected him to be as cold as ice or perhaps his skin would be as hard and rough as a jagged rock, but she was wrong. Although he still had his pants and a loose shirt on, she could tell nothing but a gentle warmth radiated from this man. “Nothing can harm me if he’s here...” Wendy held a small grip on the Captain’s shirt before she fell back to sleep, content, and her grip turned into nothing more than a piece of white fabric resting gently in her palm.