Peter Pan Complex [11/21.5]
Title: Peter Pan Complex [11/21.5]
Author:
too_old_to_cry
Rating:PG
Summary: Run, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: I’m just good at making your knees week with my words and getting my tune stuck in your head. P33t [biting_remarks] is a lovely model and beta…not to mention a amazing best friend.
Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Pool parties with Mermaids, Indians, and Lost boys.
"Problems".
"The Road Home Is Paved With Good Intentions Hidden Under Bad Memories."
"Rolling with the Shit Life Keeps Throwing at You."
Chapter 11: When Did Bill Beckett get so smart?
It took Gabe about three days to return to his 'old self' after our most recent encounter with Matt and his friends. After three days of walking around like a zombie, he had slowly begun to smile again. Ryan seemed completely impervious to what had happened with his miscreant brother and was bragging by the time they returned to the Village that night.
But Pete. Now, Pete was a completely different story.
It had been almost a week and it seemed like Pete had not once left his tree house, though I could have sworn I saw him meandering around in the wood at five every morning and his light would be on until the early morning hours.
"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." Nicole announced after I had portrayed my concern on the third day of Pete's hibernation. "It'll pass, just let him be."
Around day five Bill and Travis came to check up on all of us and bring a few things. Which basically meant, Travis lugging furniture and boxes from Bill's car whilst Bill and Nicole talked over coffee.
"You look troubled, my hat wearing friend." Bill said standing beside me as we watched Travis being chased by the other kids. He sipped his coffee slowly and laughed as a blond-haired boy named David jumped on Travis's back.
"He's not eating, sleeping or even talking to me." I said slowly, without turning to look into his worried eyes. "I haven't seen him in days."
Bill exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his long brown hair. "Matt has this skill of pushing his way into your brain and sticking in there 'til he kills you." He said before taking another sip of the caffeinated beverage. "He killed Pete once already, ruined every part of the kid that saved so many others. Then out of the blue you come along and there's Peter Pan again. We all believed he was lost until you showed up."
"Come on Billy, we gotta get going!" Travis called from the car, and how did he get over there and I didn’t notice? I need to not be so oblivious.
William pulled me into a considerably strong hug for a guy his size and leaned into to my ear, speaking softly: "You saved him once, all he needs is for you to save him again. Don’t let Matt fuck up what you and Pete have."
"Bye Wendy!" Travis yelled from the car.
-
Finally, I had enough. I couldn’t deal with the sounds coming from Pete's open window late at night or the meals he refused to leave his room for. I was not going to let Matt break Pete.
Matt had once claimed to love Pete; but then decided to hurt him. The man made my flesh crawl. But then again, he really is not a man, no man hurts someone they claim to love in the way Pete loved Matt. I was normally a very non-aggressive, passive kind of person but Matt was a different story; I wanted to beat the shit out of Matt.
And that urge landed me in the woods once again, watching the garage closely on the seventh day of Pete's solidarity. I walked softly and crouched low, making sure not to be seen when the familiar Black T-Bird raced down the gravel road.
My heart was pounding in my ears, blocking out every sound around me, as I shifted slowly onto my tiptoes. As I moved to the spot in the bushes where I had been once before, Matt walked out of the garage wiping his hands of what I believed was oil.
Then, all of the sudden, there was a hand across my mouth and I had to hold back a scream as my heart pounded and rose into my throat.
Author:
too_old_to_cryRating:PG
Summary: Run, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: I’m just good at making your knees week with my words and getting my tune stuck in your head. P33t [
biting_remarks] is a lovely model and beta…not to mention a amazing best friend.Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Pool parties with Mermaids, Indians, and Lost boys.
"Problems".
"The Road Home Is Paved With Good Intentions Hidden Under Bad Memories."
"Rolling with the Shit Life Keeps Throwing at You."
It took Gabe about three days to return to his 'old self' after our most recent encounter with Matt and his friends. After three days of walking around like a zombie, he had slowly begun to smile again. Ryan seemed completely impervious to what had happened with his miscreant brother and was bragging by the time they returned to the Village that night.
But Pete. Now, Pete was a completely different story.
It had been almost a week and it seemed like Pete had not once left his tree house, though I could have sworn I saw him meandering around in the wood at five every morning and his light would be on until the early morning hours.
"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." Nicole announced after I had portrayed my concern on the third day of Pete's hibernation. "It'll pass, just let him be."
Around day five Bill and Travis came to check up on all of us and bring a few things. Which basically meant, Travis lugging furniture and boxes from Bill's car whilst Bill and Nicole talked over coffee.
"You look troubled, my hat wearing friend." Bill said standing beside me as we watched Travis being chased by the other kids. He sipped his coffee slowly and laughed as a blond-haired boy named David jumped on Travis's back.
"He's not eating, sleeping or even talking to me." I said slowly, without turning to look into his worried eyes. "I haven't seen him in days."
Bill exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his long brown hair. "Matt has this skill of pushing his way into your brain and sticking in there 'til he kills you." He said before taking another sip of the caffeinated beverage. "He killed Pete once already, ruined every part of the kid that saved so many others. Then out of the blue you come along and there's Peter Pan again. We all believed he was lost until you showed up."
"Come on Billy, we gotta get going!" Travis called from the car, and how did he get over there and I didn’t notice? I need to not be so oblivious.
William pulled me into a considerably strong hug for a guy his size and leaned into to my ear, speaking softly: "You saved him once, all he needs is for you to save him again. Don’t let Matt fuck up what you and Pete have."
"Bye Wendy!" Travis yelled from the car.
-
Finally, I had enough. I couldn’t deal with the sounds coming from Pete's open window late at night or the meals he refused to leave his room for. I was not going to let Matt break Pete.
Matt had once claimed to love Pete; but then decided to hurt him. The man made my flesh crawl. But then again, he really is not a man, no man hurts someone they claim to love in the way Pete loved Matt. I was normally a very non-aggressive, passive kind of person but Matt was a different story; I wanted to beat the shit out of Matt.
And that urge landed me in the woods once again, watching the garage closely on the seventh day of Pete's solidarity. I walked softly and crouched low, making sure not to be seen when the familiar Black T-Bird raced down the gravel road.
My heart was pounding in my ears, blocking out every sound around me, as I shifted slowly onto my tiptoes. As I moved to the spot in the bushes where I had been once before, Matt walked out of the garage wiping his hands of what I believed was oil.
Then, all of the sudden, there was a hand across my mouth and I had to hold back a scream as my heart pounded and rose into my throat.