Peter Pan and Me

Chapter 39: NEW VACATION, NEW NANNY, AND NEW ENEMIES

There are those among you that may think Peter quite ungraceful,
deficient, and ungentlemanly. And in the last few days he may have been
wrestling with...well, with cheetahs and wolves and bears but....I
digress...he WAS wrestling with this whole sexuality issue. I can't say
for sure, cause he isn't yet talking to me about it but I can see that
things were, well, uhm, building up to that, shall we say. Peter's big.
Real big in that department and he's just so yummy. Anyway, yeah, where
was I? Peter can be awfully mean when he's dealing with issues. And he
has many issues, just like all of us. But his issues might be stranger or
might be more innocent or might be less innocent, all at once sometimes.
I mean he showed some genuine affection over the last few weeks and even
the last few days but he gets moody, you know. Real moody. Like a....well
I won't say a girl but like a gay boy or like any teen boy. And then
there's still the whole riddle of his being, his existence. Who is he?
What is he? Why is he like a boy and yet a teenager? Why did he say he
left home when he was one day old? Then he changed it to like three years
old or three days old. It changes awfully from telling to telling. But to
think Peter ungraceful and deficient, and ungentlemanly...well, he
himself thinks he is ungentlemanly...for he once thought of running a
female pirate through...but he probably wouldn't have. He is feral to be
sure but....would he let me be eaten by a bear? If it meant him keeping
his word, for he almost always keeps his word when he can remember it
that is, if something meant him keeping his word and honor, what little
of it he has or thinks he has, he would let his own mother....well, her
for sure, he would let me be eaten. Not that I would let any old
NeverBear take me away from my Peter. For through all the angst and
issues, I wouldn't trade places with anyone in the world. I was with the
one who loved me. The one I loved. With HIM. With Peter Pan. And Peter
wanted me. I could tell he did. There was no going back and forth and no
going back to females. And the best thing about it is that he was really
okay with that. He wasn't some religious fanatic from the Mid West who
was confused about his sexuality. Peter just wasn't sure he wanted
sexuality if it meant growing up. Peter made the Lost Boys obey their
"mother"---me! Me, their mother! How humiliating! That meant no killing
of animals, at least for now. And that meant I was on my own against this
bear. Not that it had to mean that. Peter could have stared it away or
just kicked it. He just wanted to prove to me how silly it was not
killing animals. Or maybe he just wanted to see me in action. For this
was a game to him again. Sometimes, it's true what they say about him.
Not that he's a cold bastard. But that he can't tell the difference
between real and make believe. Anyway, Wendy thought him those things and
told him so. That was just before his near death at Hook's hands or
rather hand and hook and poison. Leave it to a female to use her love to
get a male into a dangerous situation that he wasn't even aware of, just
to prove her point. But now Peter had his point to prove. And there were
some particularly nasty looking points in the mouth of this NeverBear as
it opened it into my direct vision.

Emerging from behind the tree, the NeverBear, colorful though it was,
rose up above me and its teeth bared, put its face down at my own. It was
about to put my head into its mouth! I did the only thing I could, this
close to the beast. I dropped and laid down on my stomach. I played dead.
I knew from news reports of bear attacks that people who did this had the
best chances of survival but that they were sometimes, often really,
mauled or clawed badly by the bear as it made sure the "prey" was dead.
Luckily, the others drew its attention and it moved over to them and
following my lead, the boys all dropped too. Peter was the only one who
didn't drop but having been left out, he felt a bit insecure. Imagine
this hunk feeling insecure. But he was a boy and a boy likes to roll with
their peers. So Peter, scowling, made like he was dead. Ironically, he
was the one who hated doing this the most but was the one with most
practice at it. The bear was confused. It sniffed my body and not liking
my smell, moved over to the boys and liked them even less. Time for
another spray shower from the elephants onto the smelly boys I thought.
Strangely, the bear didn't seem to know Peter, most animals in Neverland
did. This one didn't. It happens.

The bear loved the smell of Peter. Who didn't? I couldn't blame the bear.
Peter has this fantastic sugary sweet smell that is just right. It's not
too overpoweringly sweet but it is sweet all the same. Even his body odor
was nice smelling. He also had this boy smell that, unlike the Lost Boys,
was not really unpleasant or foul. Peter's smell was anything but foul.
Peter rolled his eyes as the bear played with his hair, his shoulders,
picked him up to see if he was really dead and placed him back down.
Peter did so want to kill it. He frowned as the bear sniffed him happily.
Then it moved on. Peter removed his knife quickly, "Why I should
have...."

"Peter, good form," I praised him.

"I did show it didn't I? Good form!" He pranced about, "Good form is my
very nature! I showed good form." Of course the others showed better
form and so did I but Peter just sang his own praises first. But just the
fact that he acknowledged us at all was nice. "As did you all."

I noticed long scratches on him, and ran to him and grabbed his shoulders
to make him stop flitting about. "Ohhhh, but Peter, you're...she clawed
you!"

Peter got that twinkle, "I knows. Isn't it's marvelous!" He took his
knife out with that shkking sound it always made. "Now I shall go and
kill it!"

I lightly slapped his face, "Peter, you shall not! Father!"

"Oh why not!?"

"You gave your word."

"I gave their word," his eyebrow went up and I slapped him again, this
time harder.

Landen, behind Rollin, whispered, "Ha, glad he's getting it for a
change."

Rollin nodded, "Not what I would say."

"Scared?"

Rollin looked back at Landen, "Of Peter?"

"Huh uh?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Huh uh. You know it." They both smiled.

"There shall be no killing of animals."

"Until when?"

"Peter, you must have killed your share in all the years you've..."
Better not to broach that subject.

"Of course!"

"Then you have had your fill. You need not kill any more."

"I like it."

"No."

"Oh okay, mom." Peter smiled, "And look, fair thee well, it's Queen
Mab. So we can but go for the mainland."

"Hello boys, Hallo Peter." The fat fairy landed, huffing. She sat on a
rock.

"They will be splendid, obedient little angels for you," I said, leaning
down to greet her face to face.

Peter bowed, "Of course they will."

Mab said, "Don't you worry about me. I may be a small fairy..."

I raised my eyebrow now. Small? She had to be one of the fattest I've
ever seen. And she was giving the impression she was bigger than all of
us, her personality, you know.

She went on, "But I can pack quite a sting." She looked at Aoi, who
swallowed and gulped. So did Rico next to him. "Quite a sting. And I
shant want to turn any of you boys into something the Never Animals will
want to kill....like a frog or a grog, or an ant for the ant
eater...or..."

I didn't want to know more. "They will behave."

Jennie came up to me and gave me blue flowers which was just awesome. His
mind touched mine and he said, in it, "Have a good time. Don't worry,
I'll keep them all in line, even the queen."

Peter smiled, as though he could hear this too. I just hoped the queen
didn't. "Come home soon, for I shall miss you both," Jennie said to my
mind. I bent down and kissed him on both his cheeks, like an old uncle
of mine used to do, sorta well Godfather style but I didn't mean it that
way. Then I went to each other boy and kissed them on the one cheek. No
doubt about it, Jennie was special. So was Bo so I kissed that redheaded
triplet twice too. When I kissed the others...

Landen blushed...

Rollin blushed deeper red...and something below stirred on him..

Aoi rolled his eyes, "Oh but mother do you have to...."

Sole tried to get out of it by curtseying but as he rose up, I nailed a
kiss on his cheek and then one on his chin. He was so handsome. And my
word, I hoped Peter didn't notice how tall Sole seemed to be getting.

Rico tried to duck under my legs but I ju jitsued him and caught his arm
under my arm and brought him over my shoulder and kissed his butt cheek.
Then dropped him. The others laughed. "But you kissed my..."

"Face!" I joked. Rico laughed.

"Oh go on then." Pare just stood there and let me kiss him. He liked
it. He smiled.

I kissed Bailey who stood there and took it like a man. Peter was behind
me and proud of Bailey, though he wouldn't dare say so. He nodded to
Bailey. Peter was impatient though, "Can we leave now?"

I kissed Barry too. His face turned redder than his hair. "And last but
not least..."

Peter wondered, "Why mother, who's among your childrens is least?"

"Why you are, dear father," I said. Peter frowned as the others laughed
even the Queen.

Peter patted my head as I kissed sensitive Je'ne, the Puerto Rican or
Mexican or whatever his cute face was. Je'ne said, "They will be safe."

"Did I forget anyone?"

"Oliver."

"Oh yes." I brought my hand to my face. Oliver was slain by a
gladiator's arrow in an arena in what seemed an eternity ago. Oliver was
a lost boy, a bit conceited by his heart was in the right place or rather
the wrong place as it stopped an arrow for Peter. For the arrow would
have hit Peter if not stopped by Oliver who threw himself in front of it
to save Peter. I kissed my fingers and threw the kiss to the heavens
where Oliver received it and waved from the clouds. "Okay ready to go,
father."

"Finally!"

"But mother, we have to say goodbye to you," Bailey said, mischievously.
Which worried me. Cause of all the boys he was the most serious but when
he did get playful, it usually meant trouble worse than anyone else's
trouble except of Peter's trouble for Peter's trouble was always of the
life threatening kind.

"Oh," I backed away, "You all don't have to go to that trouble, it's
all.."

That's all I got out. They all tackled me. And I do mean all. Even Little
Jennie tackled me. They were on big pile on over me. I couldn't even
talk. I was able to laugh though. Feet and arms and shins were touching
me. My body was tight but under this pile of boys, smelly boys, for I
forgot to give them their elephant shower....I was unable to move. Then
one by one they were all pulled off, some by Peter, some by their hair by
the flying Mab. Then Peter jerked me up by the arm and swung me so that I
flew off his hand when he let go and fell. He then spun around the circle
of boys and with his hand laid them all flat as he spun. Some, like Sole
and Aoi, thought it was funny that he could knock them all down that fast
and like that. Others didn't like it at all. Bailey was angry that
someone could take him down so easily. Barry was mad someone messed up
his hair. And Bo liked it, which is why Peter even hit him. He wouldn't.
Peter wouldn't have hit him and didn't hit Jennie. Peter hit none of
them hard this time but hit them he did, all but Jennie, who fell not to
show he was taking sides with the mom and dad. Or being the favorite,
which he was, for he was first and he was just...so kind and so loving. I
ran over to Peter, "Oh but Peter, father, I mean, they were only
kidding."

"I know. So was I."

I whispered for Mab to set the boys up for an elephant shower and then
thought about what I would wear. "I guess I should go see if I have
anything to put on for the wed...."

I said no more for Peter grabbed my wrist, said, "Off we go already!"
And flew like a rocket. The winds hit me and I couldn't breath or talk
or protest. The boys were waving and yelling as they stood up from their
little knockdown but I couldn't hear them. For in seconds we were miles
and miles away. I was putty in his hands and in the rivaling air, my body
shook as though a wind storm were just tearing through it. Waves ripped
over me, as though they we were in the water but we weren't. We were over
an ocean, Pacific. Passing the US mountains. Passing sites we had only
just seen not long ago. Bright sunshine, low moonshine. Another ocean.
Atlantic. Peter laughed as we sailed over a huge luxury liner. Soon we
would be in England. Peter slowed and I climbed on his back. I settled
down and put my head between his shoulder blades which made a nice sturdy
pillow. There was no use arguing with the speed he had taken off in,
besides it was nice to know we weren't going to take the long way there
this time. Soon my cheek on his bare back skin felt so nice and warm and
perfect. His arms were out and he flew straight for a time so that I
wouldn't spill off his hot body. I thought again about sex. I wanted it.
I didn't want it. I mean if it came out of a relationship with Peter,
that would be fine but I didn't want him just for that and if I never got
it, I didn't care. I didn't really think that gay sex or any sex for that
matter was so great. The fantasy was of course. But the actual thing? I
never had it so I wouldn't know for sure but I do know that I didn't
really want some guy's dick up my butt and I didn't want to put my dick
in someone else's...it might be like a garbage disposal in there and
smelly and it can't be sanitary. If I were caught up in a moment of love
and passion with Pan, maybe it would lead to that stuff but only with
him. As for putting someone's dick in my mouth, I would probably choke
and get all sick and all that. And I hate the thought of pubes on my
mouth. Well Peter didn't have any so I didn't have to worry about that.
As for someone putting their mouth on my shaft, well, I have to admit
that seemed hot. But I don't know. I wouldn't want spit on me, I was such
a priss for cleanliness.

As I slept I had a wild dream. I knew of Harry Potter of course, from the
books, the movies but he was real. That whole world was real, somewhere
if not here. I liked Potter. He was no Peter of course and I always
wondered if they met in the past or will meet in the future. I found
Potter's stories good but not great. Over rated. I also knew of Tim
Hunter's BOOKS OF MAGIC which is where a lot of Harry Potter came from
but that's neither here nor there. My dream involved what some
postulated: a meeting of Potter and Pan. Now Peter had magic knowledge,
he couldn't live among fairies and not learn some but he dreaded having
to rely on adults for anything, let alone power; Harry was the opposite:
Harry craved adult power and love and relied on it for almost everything.

"I'm Harry Potter. And I know of you. I hear you kidnap children."

Peter bowed. "Hello, Harry of the Potter clan. I am willing to be
friends. I am not as you say. I have known of your mother and father."

"You have not!"

"I have. They came to Neverland at one time. They were nice but troubled.
They did not want children."

"They did so!!!!"

"Do you always argue the opposite side?"

"I do not!"

"Your parents. They did not like EVEN BEING children." Peter smirked.

Harry stuck out his wand, "You lie!"

"I don't lie." Peter pulled out his sword. "Well, not much anyway. But I
warn you, I am not without my own powers."

"All I have to do is say one word and you are dead." Harry grew red in
the face and started to say something, "Expecto Patroughhhhhh....."

Peter flew with super speed at Harry, uttering his own magic words, and
shoved his sword through Harry throat before Harry could get a full
second word out. Peter had flown straight at him but now landed with
sword in young tender neck. "That was a word and a half and I'm still
here and alive and wiggling!" Peter wiggled the sword and made a mess
of Harry's trachea and finally cut Harry's head off. I awoke with a start
and gasp.

At the same exact time, Peter had turned his feet to the grass and I fell
off his back but he caught me, turning around as fast as I fell. He
wrapped his arms around me tightly and I felt his warm hands on my back.
"Okay?"

I was groggy, "Okay?"

"We've arrived, Chase."

"Peter."

"Yes, it's me, and this...." He opened his arms wide, "...is Kensington
Gardens....again."

It was dark and misty. Dark green and olive. Glowing. Purple and blue.
Yellow bright lights played around Peter's arms and he put them around me
again and kissed me deeply as the fairies around him danced in his hair.
The shy ones hid under his leaves like I wanted to do a million times.
One flew to Peter's ear as another flew near his mouth and Peter
whispered the language of the fairies, of which I knew some. He was
asking where the wedding was and getting an answer almost immediately.
The fairies just loved Peter, which made it easy for him to learn their
ways and their magic but while that made it easier on his life, it made
it more difficult for anyone who loved Peter and wasn't a fairy. Namely
me. Tink had tried to kill Wendy and I'm sure if she were alive and here
in the flesh in this world today instead of in heaven, she would try to
kill me too. And she did try to kill Wendy more than once. Like when she
left Wendy out in the middle of the ocean, to almost drown, on a giant
Lilipad pad. Anyway, the fairies came round and a few female ones even
kissed me on the cheek and it felt warm and tingly, not a hundred times
lesser than when Peter kissed me but I appreciated it all the same. They
didn't have Peter's warmth nor his sex. The males carried swords and
looked rather mean spirited at times. I recalled Peter's first encounters
with them and seemed to think they had tried to slay him but relented
when the females pleaded for him. That was when Peter was a baby. Or
something.

There were other things in the woods, moving through them, most on their
way to the wedding. Trolls, living animal-people, smaller insect people,
talking animals such as frogs and lizards, and some shapes I couldn't
recognize at all. Some hung back in the shadows and looked
rather...nasty...mean and almost evil. There even seemed to be vampires,
werewolves, witches, and even mummies and, oh gosh, demons. I had enough
dealing with demons and Seth and all that so I wanted no part of them. On
the brighter side, there were glowing things. Angels, living giant
lightning bugs, glow worms with happy smiling faces, and lady bug
creatures, all friendly, all light and all whispering encouragements to
Peter and myself. They seemed aware of my relationship with Peter and
supported it whole heartedly. Large balloon like things floated high up
on the air, among the giant trees and made some brilliant sets of light
shows. A few came closer and while they were all different shapes and
sizes, for the most part, the closer ones looked like giant flying jelly
fish. They floated slowly and one came between Peter's forehead and my
head. I smiled at it and it coo-ed a sound of beauty. It was like music.
It tilted toward me and then over my head and I laughed. Then it grabbed
my entire face up and covered me. I was choking instantly, unable to
breath and bathed in a lovely blue light. I wasn't sure this thing meant
to do this or if it was just smothering me with love. I couldn't move,
couldn't call out, and couldn't breath. My chest stopped moving. My
diaphragm stopped in mid descent. Peter gently took the jelly fish off me
and patted it off. Was the thing jealous of me?

Peter answered that for me. "It likes you."

"It?"

"They are she and he. Male and female. Girl and boy. They are jelly fish
but air ones."

"So I see," I said sucking in pleasant air. The air here was sort of
flowery and sweet. The air made your lungs feel alive. It wasn't muggy or
humid. It felt alive. Even my vision felt more alive than ever. I saw
things for the first time clearly. Vivid and sharp like color coming to
the WIZARD OF OZ. Swallowing felt good. Sniffing felt good. Breathing in
and out felt good. Carbon dioxide and oxygen were exchanged at a fast
rate and spurred on my muscles in a wonderfully energetic way.

Peter got that sound in his voice. You know the one. The one where he
sounds excited about what's about to happen. A low voice, not quite a
whisper. "This way," was all he said, eyes wide and I knew we were about
to find something really cool as we made our way to the area of the
wedding. While we walked, floated, and ran toward the wedding, I noticed
the trees started looking like, and were decorated like, Christmas trees.
Among the woods were all manner of creatures, some from here, some from
elsewhere. With Peter leading me by the hand, I wasn't afraid.

Meanwhile back in Neverland....Queen Mab flew but her weight loaded her
down. "My, my. Where are those boys? This is more work than holding
court!"

It was day time here and the Lost Boys were all on the beach watching. A
huge wooden craft sailed out of a portal into the water near Neverland.
It seemed to sail toward another area of the island(s). Sole called to
Mab, "We're over here, your majesty."

"Oh there you are...oh my! A Viking ship!" She fluttered her wings and
landed on Sole's shoulder and weighed it down. Sole felt the pain of
having her on his shoulder but didn't say anything.

The ship was large and graceful. Aoi was watching through a telescope he
just whipped out from his loin cloth. "Ewww," Rico said as it looked
covered in some kind of human DNA. "Where'd you steal that from?"

Aoi looked at him proudly, taking his eye off the scope, "Peter!"

Rico laughed, "He's gonna kill you!"

"Ahh, Peter wouldn't kill any of us. But they might." Aoi looked at the
ship again. A long ship, it was more than 112 feet long in the flat part
of the keel, not counting the stem and the stern. It cut the water as
though parting the hair on someone's head. There were 35 pairs of oars on
each side with 8 men on each oar rowing. "There must be a crew of like
600 men or so." 30 more men were on the prow. The ones standing had
shields and spears and swords. As Aoi followed the ship, it sailed around
a huge cliff side and was lost to his vision. "It's sailing around toward
the lake areas!"

"Uh oh, that's where the Apaches have reset up!" Pare said.

"There's gonna be a battle!" Aoi said with such reverence for a battle
that one might have thought he was Peter issuing forth this exclamation
with such excitement. He ran and the others followed. Sole ran too and
Queen Mab fell off his shoulder.

"Oh my!" She gasped as she found her footing in the air drafts, "I've
never been treated with....oh my, a battle? Well, I came here to escape
my royal boredom." She flew after the running boys.

Indians were on the beach washing clothes. Some were women. Some were
children. The Viking ship, a giant drakkar, decorated at the front to
look like a giant fire dragon and adorned with a wooden front to match
the dragon type neck and face and jaw, pulled into their view. The women
and children fled and ran toward the upper sandy area. This area lead
into a larger blue lake but the Apaches were camped out on the dunes
leading from the beach.

The lake was surrounded by dense trees. Among them was Tyler, the prince
over his 7 brothers. He was raising his arms, "Oh Legolas, the protector
of elves and humans alike. I call on thee to bring me to..." Suddenly
he heard screams and the sounds of sword against wooden spears. He heard
men yelling. "A battle." He wasn't excited by this like Aoi. Tyler,
wearing a long blue robe, ran. He wasn't supposed to be out, let alone
but he sneaked away from his kingdom to do something. Something he also
wasn't supposed to do. He ran to the lake but saw nothing. Still, the
sound of battle called to him and he followed it.

Vikings! In Neverland, Tyler saw them now and they were battling, jumping
from their huge ship into the water and flinging spears into Apache
warriors. Many of the Apaches went down, a spear in their chest or
stomach. The Indians held the weapons in their guts or heart and fell,
slowly dying. A few were holding their own against a few Viking swordsmen
but their weapons were mostly made of wood. Apaches with bows and arrows
came to the fore and started firing.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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