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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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Pan shook his head at last, dumbfounded as how to explain. “I can’t think of how to describe them, though I can give you one if you’d like?”

“Alright.” Nap held out his hand expectantly.

Peter grinned and leaned forward. “It’s not that kind of thing.”

“No?”

“No, you can’t hold them at all, they fly away much too fast.”

“They fly?” Nap asked, interest piqued.

“Well, yes, but, they have no wings.”

“It sounds just as a riddle would.”

For response Peter merely leaned closer yet, and put a hand to Nap’s cheek to hold him still while he gave him the thing he knew as thimble. But to Peter’s surprise, it did not go quite as he remembered it. Somehow feeling seemed to be in it, as if the thimble could hold things after all. A spark danced off their mouths as they separated and jumped to the little moss roof, where it danced for a moment and then burst into flame, setting the roof afire.

Peter’s eyes widened as he took in the fire that jumped from the roof down to the little walls of his house, flaming as it went. “Best to move!” he yelled, grabbing Nap by the arm and flying straight out off the edge of the roof, where they hovered to watch the fire.

Nap glanced at Peter from the side, and asked, “Does that normally happen?”

“I don’t know, I can’t remember. What do you think?”

“That was a kiss, not a thimble, and I don’t remember it ever setting fire to anything before.” Nap looked with uncertain eyes at the flames now enveloping the house in the tree. “At least, I don’t think it has.”

“Nor I,” Peter agreed, slowly lowering them to the ground where they stared upwards at the inferno of their home. “Do you think that happens to everyone when they give thimbles?”

“Kisses, and I don’t know.”

Peter thought for a long bit of time and then smiled a sly little smile. “We could find out?”

“How?” Nap asked curiously, nudging with his toe a smoldering bit of branch that fell to the ground.

“We’ll go to the land beyond us and look in the windows for thimbling.”

“Kissing,” Nap corrected.

“What ever you say.” Peter approved with a nod.

Once more they stared upwards, the flames had grown hotter, and now the entire tree was a small self-contained inferno. Peter did not worry, he knew there were more homes to be found. Though he did find it strange that something as simple as a thimble could set fire to it all. “I think I shall miss it,” Peter said softly.

“I too,” agreed Nap.

And with heartfelt sighs they turned their backs on the little flaming green moss roof, and the pretty red walls, and flew towards the setting sun that led into the other lands.

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At first Nap wasn’t sure if he could fly on his own, but then he found that if he stopped wondering he merely did and after that it was easy, a splinter of a happy thought was all it took, and a sprinkling of fairy dust from a passing fairy that Peter had asked. They were away before the sun had begun its journey for the night, and by the time they reached the lights of London it was dark as night often is, pitchy and gray with fog. Below their soaring forms lights twinkled hazily within buildings, and once in a while a shout or laugh could be heard coming from the more blindingly lit buildings.

It was to one of these well-lit places that Pan decided they needed to go. He whispered in Nap’s ear as they hovered over the roof of one looking down, watching people enter and leave, shouts and laughter coming in a rush whenever the door was opened, and then faint as the door would shut. “There is certain to be thimbles at a party.”

“Why do you think that is?” Nap asked, hovering close to Peter. Everything that had passed in the last few hours had seemed all to be vaguely familiar to him, and even now the building they spied upon seemed recognizable as well. It bothered him in a faint way, like a single bug bite in the middle of his back that he just couldn’t seem to reach no matter how he twisted or turned to get at it.

“Look!” Peter said in a sharp whisper, grabbing Nap’s arm and peering over the edge of the roof with him. “See,” he hissed.

They watched as a couple stumbled out of the noise and light, turned, and melted into the shadows against the nearby alley wall. The boys peered at them through the dark, eyes wide and liquid as they tried to see what was happening.

“It looks like they’re…”

“That’s filthy.”

“They’re using their tongues…”

“They’re licking each other!”

Both boys made faces. “Maybe there are more people thimbling inside,” Peter said quietly after a few moments of watching the couple below.

“Do you think they’re as…” Nap left it unsaid.

“It doesn’t look so bad,” Peter offered, though it did make him feel funny watching. When always in his life not much had made him feel anything other than his vast capacity for joy. But this, it made his stomach wibble and wobble, and his gut clench strangely. “They might be, let’s see.”

The boys drifted down towards the back of the house, lowering themselves until they could peep into the windows and between the curtains. Each one took a separate side of the wide backed house, peering into the windows that were spread on either side of what seemed a wooden beam of a spine.

“Over here!” Nap whispered, gesturing eagerly at his window. Peter zipped over and they watched what was in the room silently together.

Then Nap said, “That looks…”

“Interesting,” Peter finished.

“But why are they doing it?”

Peter thought for a moment and then recalled the Neverland forest. “I know!” he said excitedly. “Do you remember in the springtime of home, when the animals have babies?”

“I think so.” Though Nap felt as if somehow the memory were secondhand, borrowed.

“They do things like this, to get the babies.”

They peered into the window again, watching closely. After another few moments Nap’s brow furrowed and he asked. “How can they have babies?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen the animals in the forest do exactly this.”

Now they could hear some sounds from the room, low animalistic grunting noises that very much seemed like sounds the animals from Neverland would make. The noises rose and escalated until at last there came a few final hoarse shouts and then quiet.

The boys waited, wondering what would come next, if anything, or whether it was all over. But then the figures within the room started moving again, doing something more familiar, and yet even stranger than before.

Peter and Nap made no conversation now, engrossed in what was going on in the room beyond the window curtains.

For Peter, it seemed as if he should know what it was he was watching. It did look like what the animals did in the forest before babies, and yet, off a tad.

“I don’t remember ever seeing two boys making babies,” Nap whispered worriedly.

“That’s what’s so different,” Peter responded, nodding. He’d known it did look odd, but now he knew the reasoning. “Come on, let’s go see another window.”

They separated and searched through the rest of the windows, but found nothing similar to the window with the two men in it. Eventually they came back to that window, watching, twin looks of confusion of their faces.

“Why would they do that when they can’t have babies?” Nap asked Peter, wondering if he knew the answer.

Peter tilted his head, following the action through the window. “It looks quite odd, doesn’t it?”

“Do you think it hurts?” Nap was looking from the window to Peter as if, if he did it enough, somehow things might begin to make sense.

“I don’t know, it might.” Peter’s face screwed up into a grimace and then straightened into its normal smooth expression of interested boyish curiosity. “Let’s go find another place, maybe we can hear a story.”

But though they searched from house to house it seemed no one was telling a bedtime story at the late hour. Eventually, bored with the games they played above the streets, and unable to find any other well-lit houses, they headed back for Neverland, home and the comfort it provided.

As they flew, Nap pondered what they had seen and searched his scattered memories for similarities and differences. He could recall a few things that were the same, memories of the Piccaninny tribe and the occasional animal he’d caught at it. Though, he also noted the differences, which were a bit vast. Never before had he seen men do it, not as he’d seen in the window at the very least. And it certainly seemed immensely unlike thimbling, if not quite a bit more involved.

Neverland at last glinted in the rising sun as they came in view of it, the island always finding Peter faster than it found any other child of its acquaintance. Though as the boys headed for the little house in the tree, they both slowed, recalling it no longer existed.

“Where shall we go?” Nap asked, circling over the charred remains of the tree.

“I remember, another place, under the ground, do you know it?”

Nap frowned as he tried to remember and a small light went on in his mind. “Yes, it’s over there I think.” He pointed towards a darkened hollow of the forest that could just be seen peering at them from between the trees. A few fairies were scattered about, flitting between the trees like tiny human-shaped fireflies.

The two boys landed, glancing around with narrowed eyes, Peter with his dagger out. There were no ragged breathing sounds of the animals, nor the occasional whine of hunger, instead the forest rang with peace and tranquility, frosted with moonbeams. They walked together amongst the scattered light that filtered between the branches, going through a patch of mushrooms into a clearing within a circle of large trees. There they stopped, eyeing the nearest. It was Nap who spotted the holes and pointed them out to Peter, who looked at them with interest and a strange sense of knowledge.

“Come,” he whispered, taking Nap by the elbow and dragging him towards a larger tree that held a single entrance. “This is my door.”

“Yes, I remember it,” Nap said softly, staring at the blackened hole of an entrance, a shiver of remembrance for another place that looked similar etching its way down his spine. “There’s a room below.”

Peter smiled, only half of it visible in the moonlight, the other half caught behind shadows. “This is where we lived.”

“Yes, with the Lost Boys,” Nap returned.

With staggered and careful steps they slowly entered the dark entrance side by side, the tree making room for both of them. The blackness of the hole banked downwards and turned and they found themselves in a room that seemed large and empty in the gloom. “There should be a candle nearby,” Nap said in a hushed voice.

“I remember.” There was a soft scrape of sound and the room gradually came into focus within the tiny circle of candlelight. “I remember,” said Peter again, “this was home.”

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