Author: Mosh
Fandom: Peter Pan
Title: Them, Or you
Pairing: Hook/Pan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: pre-noncon
Summary: Feeling magnanimous, Hook gives Pan a choice.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.M. Barrie. No money being made, no copyright or trademark infringement intended.
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but got kind of long. In which Pan has to make a decision. With thanks to Dal for the beta! 455 words.

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"It's quite simple," Hook said silkily, rounding on the boy. "All you have to do is choose. Them, or you."

Pan struggled futilely against his rope bonds, shifting on the cabin floor in the hope of twisting out of them. He only managed to wedge the splinters in his knees deeper into his skin. He didn't care; he growled at the captain.

"Tsk, now, Pan - don't show yourself up in front of our guests."

Hook indicated to the five people chained and gagged in the corner, all staring at the scene with wide eyes and trembling bodies.

Wendy was crying, tears wetting the fabric pulled taut across her mouth. Her mother and father were making small 'hmph' noises, eyes darting from each other, to their daughter, then to Pan. John and Michael were glaring hatefully at Hook, their nostrils flaring and legs entwined from where they had been strapped down.

"Them..." repeated the captain, as he walked over to his cabinet, taking out his double-ended hook and replacing the single one he had screwed in earlier. "Or you."

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..." Pan voiced, for each of the captives, not bothering to include himself.

"Well of course you do!" Hook seemed amused. "You lure my dogs into the forest to their doom with your fairy magic, and yet you thought I would take it lying down."

Wendy let out a choked sob, muffled by her gag.

Peter's heart thumped wildly in his chest.

"You still can't decide?" Hook said softly, mocking him. "Allow me to provide you with some incentive." He went to the Darling family and knelt on one knee. With the tip of his hook, he raised the lady's chin. "A fine woman, indeed. Well bred. I would love to take her in front of her husband. Show him how it's done." Then to the father. "And you, sir, I would very much enjoy gutting you like a fish." He moved on. "Ah, and the storyteller Wendy. How I've missed you."

John and Michael started kicking, scratching, anything to get their hands on Hook.

"Stop!" Pan cried. "Hook, don't you dare!"

With one hand braced on Wendy's skirt, about to lift it up, Hook stopped and turned sharply to the boy. He raised an eyebrow.

Pan swallowed thickly, choking on the fear in the room. "Me."

He had never seen the captain's eyes shine so brightly. "I was beginning to think you would never come around." Rising, Hook stalked towards Pan, his blood-red coat whipping around his shins, boot heels clicking across the wooden boards. "But never fear - our guests will not go unsatisfied tonight."

Pan inched backwards as Hook reached for him, drawing the tip of his hook up Pan's thigh.

"No.... they can watch."

~Fin~