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NeverRememberLand	By : ClarySage Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Slash Views: 7728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By Cs

Neverland had always moved to Peter’s whim. It was a part of Peter as Peter was a part of it, they were connected and the same, though different in landmass. A brief clarification of Pan’s memory would probably explain at the same time the way in which Neverland worked.

Peter was a boy who never wanted to grow up, he baldy refused; neither cajoling nor begging would ever change his mind. He liked being a boy, and so if there is something needed to retain that permanent state of childhood, it is the lack of a good memory.

Many a time had Peter been injured, near killed, betrayed, lied to and hurt. His friends had died, drowned, scalped, or even hooked. Yet always, Peter forgot these travesties and events to weep over, retreating into the soothing balm of forgetfulness.

Neverland helped him, also wanting to retain the permanence of his boyhood. So that each time Peter were gravely injured it would heal him, and each painful memory would fade, so that with each new wound, it was always the first. Yet in the morning, or evening, or even a few moments past having his body slit open, Peter would forget, and so too would his very skin, closing the wounds and healing them so that no scar ever showed.

If Peter had taken the time to ask, he would have found that Nap was the exact opposite. But that is a story that will come later.

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Now we return to the fight in progress, as Nap’s golden fist has swung, we see Peter catch it easily and twist. A cry of pain falls from Nap’s lips like a shimmering jewel of red and then their hands lock in a primal competitive form.

The sparks, which had changed so readily to flame, are forgotten, and the golden veil that begins to cover the boys seems a wall of rage. Inside the blinding light the two boys struggle for dominance. Peter could use his knife to the advantage, but always Peter is a fair fighter, believing in honor and valour with more determination than a knight of the table.

Nap has no knife, and is barely clothed, not having had the time since his awakening and landing. The pipes he’d been playing had been his first thought, the second to find something to cover his nibbly bits. The third was to find a weapon, but first he’d played to attract Pan. As he fights he brings up a knee, for Nap is not a fair fighter, he knows what Peter doesn’t, that to fight dirty can mean to win the fight.

It is with a great shock that Peter crumples to his knees, the pain of an injured groin like none he’s felt before. Though of course he has, and has merely forgotten it. But before a worry can begin, Peter is on his feet once more, more wary now that a lesson has been learned.

To Peter’s distress, he feels a little like laughing, and much to his deep shame, he thinks he might be enjoying himself. Luckily, Peter never holds shame for long, and lets it slip from him with the ease of greased eels. His eyes meet Nap’s and a strange thrill tingles up and down his spine. He could try to define it, but having never felt the same before, he is unable to fit a word to it.

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Neverland lay in the throes of a crisis, for always before it had only had one master, one slave. Now it seemed to have two. As they warred with one another the sky split, bolts of lightning and a wall of rain moving across the island. Birds flew from the trees in flocks of brightly coloured feathers; the redskins shivered and tucked themselves tighter within their blankets and skins. The mermaids ducked beneath the water, finding their homes quickly and slamming the doors with the sharp jangle of chimes. The faeries flew as fast as possible for their trees and hollows, insults made of fear like the tiny tinkle of bells following them.

Peter grinned suddenly, lifting his face to the coming storm with a laugh, the sparkle in his green eyes seemed to be lit from behind, the fire of battle lust lighting them. “I will win!” he crowed with delight.

“Will you?” Nap’s eyes reflected his own, his lips twisted into an echo of Peter’s manic grin.

For a moment, Peter doubted, the sparkle fading from his eyes, his body relaxed into the hands tightening around his neck. “I have to,” he whispered.

It was hard for Peter to draw out a happy thought, all of them having deserted him, but with a great effort he managed to extract one from his elusive memories. It lifted him from the ground; Nap’s hands still round his neck, dragging the other boy with him. Though Peter found it harder to laugh, he laughed never the less, a wicked little chuckle.

In moments they were in the air, separating and coming together again with an audible thump as their bodies met. They broke apart, each panting, then once more grappled for the upper hand. Rain began to fall on them, heavy as rocks and just as painful. Fists met bodies and wet hair, fingernails slid against damp and slippery skin. Peter couldn’t seem to wipe off the grin of pure ecstasy that lifted his mouth into a curvaceous appeal.

Then, much to the surprise of both, a blow from each sent the other tumbling through the air. They faced one another from a distance, and then as if speaking and agreeing on a thought, they flew higher, arms stretched towards the clouds, racing upwards.

Peter danced on a cloudbank, toes curling around the heavy fluff, crouching low, hands raised to defend. Nap flew past, circled so he lay on his back and gestured to Peter to follow, one insolent brow raised in challenge.

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Their first fight went on for days, neither ever winning any more than the other, and Neverland breathed a sigh, as at last it had found an enemy Peter couldn’t beat.

The battle went around the world, in a ball of light and flame it chased across the night sky. Adults thought it a falling star or meteor, children knew better and swore they could see two figures locked in combat inside the light. But of course parents dismissed that and merely laughed at the whimsy.

It at last ended four days after it had began, both boys falling into the sea in exhaustion, only the help of a shoal of mermaids guiding them to Marooners’ Rock saving them from drowning.

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Peter lay with his arms extended above his head, eyes filled with the dazzling light of the sun as he stared into the heavens. Nap lay beside him, one arm cradled to his chest, a look of pain scudding across his face. Peter’s injuries though as great as Nap’s had already begun to fade with his memories.

Strangely, some memories do stay with Peter, though it is always hard to say which ones they are. Certainly some of his less innocent memories have never been forgotten, just as some adventures he can still recall in a vague way. If it were to be described, think of it as a sieve run through with water and gravel. The rocks are his memories, and they are all different sizes and colours. With each wash of adventure, the rocks are whittled away, though occasionally a new rock will fall with the water and contain a memory.

“You’re sure you won’t be my new boy?” Peter asked, lifting himself into an aching sitting position.

“Never,” Nap said.

“I think it’s all right,” Peter said, a small smile tilting one corner of his mouth. He pondered for a moment, and then asked, “Where did you come from?”

“Neverland,” Nap responded immediately.

“So have I!” cried Peter, pleased.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Remember what?”

“We are enemies.”

“We are?” Peter turned to Nap with wide eyes and a guileless smile. “Why, we must be friends, otherwise how else do I know you?”

Nap sat up in surprise, wincing as his injured arm bounced against his chest. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“No.”

“Nap, Retep?” Nap asked, eyebrows rising.

“And I’m Peter Pan,” Peter said, holding out a hand and then titling his head in puzzlement when Nap did not accept it.

“You really don’t recall?” Nap asked curiously.

“Ah, well, when you see me forgetting, remind me of your name, and then I should begin to remember you.”

“I’m Nap,” Nap tried, just in case Peter had already forgotten.

“I know that now,” Peter remarked, curling his ankles beneath himself and glancing at the water that was beginning to rise into the crevices on Marooners’ Rock.

“Don’t you want to know more?”

“Why?” Peter stood and brushed himself off, all signs of their fight erased with the simple gesture.

“Don’t I look familiar to you?”

“Yes, like someone I know.” Peter thought of something delightful and rose in the air. “I think I can carry you as far as shore if you can’t.”

Nap merely nodded and reached out to clutch the arm Pan offered. “I should kill you in the air,” he whispered into Peter’s ear.

“Where’s the fun in that?” They lifted a slight distance above the water, toes covered with sea froth, and like a very slow, wobbly bird flew towards the shore of the lagoon.

The sun was setting the sky to red, a scarlet hue that thinned into pinks and yellows as it reached its dying fingers into the atmosphere above. The people of Neverland already were preparing for the night. The animals in the forest became predators with shining eyes and sharp teeth, and what was benign in light became deadly in the dark.

The moon was just making its appearance when Pan finally led Nap into the clearing that contained the small house he and the Lost Boys had built for Wendy so long ago. It was up in a tall tree, nearly camouflaged and hidden within the greenery. Since Peter had been alone for so long, it seemed this had always been his home, with its little red walls and green moss roof. Forgotten was the hall beneath the ground and the seven trees with their hollowed out entrances.

As soon as Peter entered the little house he seemed to forget entirely his guest and went at once to his bed where he fell into sleep with the ease of exhaustion. Nap eyed the sleeping boy, wondering why now his hand seemed staid when his enemy was the weakest.

Nap was too newly created to have thought through much of anything, so that each new question brought with it a barrel more. He knew that he remembered what Peter could not, and so could not forget an injury as easily, and yet it seemed already he was healing. Neverland would not take away what it had given one only to lose the other.

Peter slept on, unaware, carelessly sprawled across the nook of his bed in one corner of the tiny house. So peaceful and innocent in his sleep, arms flung out as if to embrace all adventures, one leg cocked up at the knee and the other tucked beneath it. His face still wore the overconfident expression it did in wakefulness, a small smile tilting up one corner of his mouth. Nap could not bring himself to kill the sleeping boy and so with a sigh of regret curled up nearby on the floor, his arm already forgetting its damage, though he could not.
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