khriskin: Peter Pan Icon (Peter Pan)
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, Gen
Pairing/Warnings: none
Summary: Peter's the hero of the story, when he remembers. (or: Saving Wendy from drowning, again.) Written for [community profile] drabble_zone  challenge #35: The Sky's The Limit.
 
PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
 
 
There's a hard blue line where sea gives way to sky. The ocean's still and clear as glass, flattened by magic older and more ruthless than the tides. Mermaids circle, snarling below her hovering shadow, furious that Peter's spoiled their games. Furious, but wise enough not to breach the thin barrier keeping them safe from Pan's echoed wrath.
 
He'll forget, he always does, and things will go back to the way they've always been, are, will be. She isn't the first Wendy he's saved and the next won't be the last he'll lose, but for now the line is drawn.
khriskin: Peter Pan Icon (Peter Pan)
TITLE: What If?
FANDOM: Peter Pan
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
PAIRING/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: It's the golden rule of make-believe...


It's the golden rule of make-believe, the unifying thread binding children together in play. All of them, in their own way, in their own worlds, lost along the infinite horizon of What if.

What if I were a pirate, a solider, a sailor?
What if I was a fox, a bear, a wolf?
What if I could fly?

They follow him to Neverland, borne along by that siren call. Follow him on glorious adventures. Follow him to morning. But they never stay.

Because What If always leads to When I Grow Up, and Peter can only play one game.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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khriskin: (FollowYourMuse)
TITLE: Fair
FANDOM: Labyrinth/Peter Pan
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
PAIRING/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Sarah: That's not fair! Jareth: You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is.


Give me your unwanted, unnoticed, discarded; your lost who's only crime was oblivious parents, jealous step-sisters. Give them to me and I will harbor them myself, for I have none of my own. There are no births here, no deaths, just the dry caress of thwarted time.

And if you come for them, eyes red from crying, finally realizing what you'd given away, why so shocked when I make you work to win them free? You knew the stories, yet you left the window unlocked, spoke the words to wish them into immortality.

I am not so foolish, nor forgiving.

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LABYRINTH is trademark and copyright Jim Henson Productions, Sony Pictures, and probably a few other folks. PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
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TITLE: Five for Silver, Six for Gold
FANDOM: Peter Pan
AU: Too Old For Neverland
LENGTH/RATING: 379 words, PG, WIP
SUMMARY: Rough start to something, not sure yet where it is leading.


There is something in the shadows. She can't see it, not quite, just the hint of something that doesn't belong. Behind her John and Greg wait, silent and still as the shadow-that-isn't. After a moment the feeling fades and Wendy straightens, frowning at the spot where it had been.

"What was it?" Greg still has his gun up and pointed at the empty space. They know better than to bring lights so he's just another shadow in the darkness.

"Who was it?" John's been with her longer and knows what is never as important as who.

She ignores both of them, focusing on tracking down the faint taste of other. When she finally finds it, sandalwood and lime, she curses in a language she's forgotten she knows. "It's Odelina."

"Again?"

Greg is beginning to grate on her; he asks too many rhetorical questions and she's used to silence. She'll talk to Beck when they get back, there must be other things they can have him do.

"Wen," the voice over the headset is just loud enough for her to hear, pitched well below the normal ranges. "Red team bagged two stragglers, looks like the rest of the nest is long gone."

Which meant someone had warned them. Again. Only this time the list of suspects was down to one. He'd already holstered his gun by the time she turned, meeting her gaze with the same faint smile he used whenever she caught him in a lie.

"You still need me."

She was tempted to point out that he'd be just as useful bound into a dog instead, but Greg was taking the abrupt change in conversation badly.

"That's not--" The gun wasn't quite pointed at John, but it was close enough. She took it from him before he noticed she was moving.

"It is and it isn't," she flicked the safety on and handed it back to him. "Why don't you go help Warren." She had never been good at subtly, but he reluctantly took the cue and headed back out of the warehouse.

"In all honesty, what did you expect me to do?" It was still John's voice, but the inflections were Roxanne's. "Letting you slaughter my relatives was never part of the bargain."

"No, it's not."

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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khriskin: (FollowYourMuse)
TITLE: Momentum
FANDOM: Peter Pan
AU: Too Old For Neverland
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SUMMARY: Like ripples in the pond...


Over the years Wendy collects her own band of unLost Boys. Those precious few coaxed away from Peter's siren song and into Growing Up. They keep her fed and housed, and as the world grows older they give her tools she'd never dreamt of. On a phone with too many buttons she can reach halfway 'round the world, or all the way, and see the notes they've left her.

It isn't until their grandchildren show up at her door, armed with weaponry as old as Underhill and gadgets too new for names, that she realizes what her bargain has created.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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TITLE: The Tao of Names
FANDOM: Peter Pan
AU: Too Old For Neverland
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SUMMARY: There's a power in names...


She wasn't Wendy, but she never had been; that much she could remember. Whatever name she'd worn, whatever life she'd lived before these shadowed years, it had all been traded away for the threadbare immortality that clung to her skin like cobwebs.

She'd spent a day once trying on names, but none of them fit. Helen was too small and Clarabelle too wide. Miriam, Amy, Shea, they rolled from her tongue and slid off her skin like raindrops, puddling at her feet. She shrugged and left them there; still human enough to feel the loss, but not enough to care.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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khriskin: Peter Pan Icon (Peter Pan)
TITLE: Except
FANDOM: Peter Pan
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG/Dark
SUMMARY: Ever wonder why the pirates hate Peter Pan so much?


Peter never grew older, but neither did Hook. The boy skipped through the centuries living moment to moment in blissful forgetfulness. The man clawed his way from sun-up to sun-down, focused on the one thing that would set him free.

The pirates died... and rose to life again as soon as Peter forgot he'd killed them. They'd long ago given up on escaping immortality the easy way, death never lasted long in Neverland.

Except.

Tink's magic may have brought the boy to Neverland, but Pan was Neverland now. Everything danced to his whims, and he'd never let them go.

Except.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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khriskin: Peter Pan Icon (Peter Pan)
TITLE: Pretend
FANDOM: Peter Pan
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SUMMARY: But what if...


"You know," Hook smiled pleasantly over tea. "You don't have to be Wendy." She had never really thought of it before, of not being who she was. "You could forget them for a while." Forget the boys? Her boys? She paused, thoughtful, and for a moment she wasn't Wendy anymore. She was Wen, pirate lass with nary a tie to bind her and a future as unfettered as the sea.

And then Wendy was back, that brief flash of unexpected yearning gone. "No thank you," she said, declining tea and futures in the same polite headshake.

And that was that.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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khriskin: (FollowYourMuse)
TITLE: Too Old For Neverland
FANDOM: Peter Pan
AU: Too Old for Neverland
LENGTH/RATING: 632 words, PG
SUMMARY: Echoes of an underlying story...


They were too old for Neverland, those lost scarred souls that balanced on the edge of Growing Up. The runaways, the cast-offs, the stumbling death of innocence and faith. They were His Lost children, and He gathered them home.

He was too old for names, but they always tried to name Him. He wasn’t sure what comfort it gave them, none had ever fit Him well. Old man, Peter, Gabriel, and once Ford Prefect, although that boy had been laughing when he said it. The young had no grasp over the power of names.

A soft crescendo of chimes brought His attention back, focusing on the here and now. Focusing on the scruffy boy who watched the cars go by with calculating eyes. As He slowed and pulled over, Campana shivered and in a heartbeat she was dusty blue sedan, and always had been. Safe, she sang. Comfort. Peace. The car knew somehow, to lure them closer with a soft mimicry of home. Feral and fae, she was His fair Campana just so long as it pleased her.

"Did you want a ride?" He had his own magic, a sympathetic twist much like the car. He looked familiar, comforting, a canny mimicry of someone they had trusted once. The boy eyed Him, with frank assessment of the possible threat, then ambled over.

"What?"

"A ride. I’m headed out on a cross-country trip and my partner called in sick. I just need an extra pair of eyes." He didn’t take them all, only the ones who’d stepped past hope and were already on the long descent. "You don’t have to come the whole way, I just need help until I hit the interstate." The others, He simply chatted with, passed on a few dollars to help them on their way and left. "I can pay, if you need it."

"Where’re you going?"

"California." Away.

There was the measuring look again, then that brief flash of sorrow in the eyes that signaled the end. The death of one life and the birth of another. He could almost see the last bits of home flake off and fade away. The boy was his now, as soon as he stepped into the car.

"Wait!" she came running from the alley, frantic in her haste. "Wait!" Brown haired, brown eyed, in faded jeans and battered t-shirt. Her. Young enough for names, she’d sold hers for the chance to follow Him.

He could feel the boy waver and snarled deep below the crest of hearing. The engine revved in sympathetic fury.

"Don’t go, please," she came closer and he edged closer to the car.

"Why?" Skeptical and harsh. His, His.

"You won’t come back." She leaned a hand against the car and caught her breath, "They never come back." Mortal eyes, tinged with something fae, made him pause one foot inside the car.

"Who says I want to?" the boy snorted "Got nothing to hold me here."

"Nothing?" There was that proffered hope, the chance to step back over the hill. It shone, bright and searing and the car and driver dimmed before it. Home. Family. Remember.

"Nothing." Flat and angry, a declaration against the world. Against the anguish of what was, instead of what could have been. His.

As the door closed, He grinned at her in predatory triumph. "You can’t win them all."

"I can try." She stepped back as he shifted out of park.

"Hey pops, are we going or not?" The boy kicked the back of His seat, glaring at the woman standing sadly outside.

With a whirr of windchime gears He left her there, the man who wasn’t Pan. And the woman who wasn’t Wendy watched him go. They’d met a thousand times before and they’d always meet again, as sure as starlight.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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khriskin: Peter Pan Icon (Peter Pan)
TITLE: Her Neverland
FANDOM: Peter Pan
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SUMMARY: There's a secret to Neverland...


Wendy had often wondered why there were no Lost Girls in Neverland. She hadn't noticed it at first, but as time passed by the oddness of it distracted her. After all, shouldn't girls be just as prone to being lost? Perhaps, she thought while spinning another tale for the boys, we've simply more sense. She'd only followed because of Michael and John... hadn't she?

It wasn't until later, when she discovered just why Tink disliked her so, that she realized the truth. They were only Lost as long as she didn't want them found... this was Tink's Neverland, not Pan's.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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