Fic: Second Star to the Left (and Straight On 'Til Tuesday!) - PROLOGUE
Title: Second Star to the Left (and Straight On 'Til Tuesday!)
Author(s): dazzling_icer
Chapter: Prologue
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Luke and Noah (or other ATWT characters), nor do I claim any ownership over the legend of Peter Pan. Those rights belong to PGP, and to the orphanage that JM Barrie sold the rights to Peter Pan to a long time ago, I can't remember the name...ANYWAY. IT'S NOT ME.
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah, Natalie, Ethan, Maddie, Casey, and other various Oakdalians disguising themselves as Lost Boys.
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: Umm...EXCESSIVE schmoop, under-age kissing (both boys are 16), pirates, Indians, and fairies.
Spoilers: None! Umm...unless you've never seen any Peter Pan movie ever, or ever read the novel.
Summary: Luke Snyder is a 16 year old boy who refuses to grow up. He would rather spend time with his younger brother and sister reading fairy tales or playing make believe out in the Snyder Barn, than be stuck inside playing crappy video games with people his own age. His favorite tale is that of Peter Pan, whose adventures he recites to Nat and Ethan every night in their nursery before bed. But what happens when Luke discovers that the legend of The Pan is not just a legend when a mysterious boy flies into his room one night looking for his lost shadow? And how will Luke react when he suddenly finds himself in Neverland with a boy who can not only fly, fight, and crow, but who also has the prettiest blue eyes he’s ever seen?
Master Post
~Think of all the joy you’ll find when you leave the world behind, and say your cares good-bye. ~
His palms were sweaty, his chest was tight, and he wanted to cry.
This was just a dream. It had to be. There was just no other explanation for the words that were currently bouncing around in his head, bringing him so much fear.
My time here is finished.
I have to leave.
One of you must take care of things in my place.
Neither he nor any of the other lost children dared to make a sound. He knew that they were all feeling the same thing he was: dread, agony, helplessness, uncertainty. Who would lead them, play with them, protect them if he left? Truly none of them could even come close to matching his skill and cleverness. He couldn’t help but feel that this was to be their end.
He shut his eyes against the tears, and still as he heard light footsteps against the dirt, moving closer down the line they had made. Standing shoulder to shoulder, he could feel the trembling of the children at his sides. He should probably feel comforted that he wasn’t the only one breaking, but the feelings still tore away at them, only calming slightly when more words were spoken softly, wafting like a promise through the clean air.
Even though I will be gone, I will never truly leave you. Be brave, old chaps.
Be brave. That’s all he’s ever tried to do. He was brave when he first ran away. He was brave when he found himself here with other children just like himself. He was brave when he snuck into the natives’ camp or when he came face to face with a pirate.
Be brave.
And he would be now.
He opened his eyes and met a set of smiling brown eyes in front of him. He was startled for a moment, and then when he gazed down at the dagger in the boy’s hand in front of him, realization finally hit him.
He watched as the boy raised the long dagger and quickly took it by the blade, flipping it so that the worn wooden handle was held out to him.
As if he was meant to take it.
His eyes widened and his breath quickened as he looked up in shock at the boy’s face. He was smiling bigger now, the smile mixed with joy and sneakiness, the same smile that had brought him so much comfort for an immeasurable amount of time. He barely heard the gasps and murmurs from the other children as he reached out and took the hilt of the weapon in his shaky fingers.
Be brave.
He held it tightly in his grip and felt the weight if it through his palm. It was so light, almost effortless to wield, as if the object itself was magicked by a fairy. The curl of his hand fit perfectly into the wooden handle, the press of his fingers snug against the already worn impression. If the boy didn’t know any better, it was almost as if…almost as if he was meant to hold it.
He slowly lowered the weapon and looked up questioning at the boy who was still smiling at him, standing up straight with both of his hands on his waist in stance. The boy laughed as if this was just any other game, any other day playing with the mermaids and the fairies. Like it didn’t matter at all that he was leaving them all behind.
The boy suddenly raised his left hand and placed it gently on his shoulder, pressing in gently, urging him to pay careful attention.
He didn’t know what to expect. Some big explanation of what was going on, or maybe some instructions on what exactly he was supposed to do next, but it never came. Instead, the boy leaned down close to his face, placing his lips against his ears and whispered the last thing that he had ever expected to hear.
You’re The Pan now.
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Author(s): dazzling_icer
Chapter: Prologue
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Luke and Noah (or other ATWT characters), nor do I claim any ownership over the legend of Peter Pan. Those rights belong to PGP, and to the orphanage that JM Barrie sold the rights to Peter Pan to a long time ago, I can't remember the name...ANYWAY. IT'S NOT ME.
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah, Natalie, Ethan, Maddie, Casey, and other various Oakdalians disguising themselves as Lost Boys.
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: Umm...EXCESSIVE schmoop, under-age kissing (both boys are 16), pirates, Indians, and fairies.
Spoilers: None! Umm...unless you've never seen any Peter Pan movie ever, or ever read the novel.
Summary: Luke Snyder is a 16 year old boy who refuses to grow up. He would rather spend time with his younger brother and sister reading fairy tales or playing make believe out in the Snyder Barn, than be stuck inside playing crappy video games with people his own age. His favorite tale is that of Peter Pan, whose adventures he recites to Nat and Ethan every night in their nursery before bed. But what happens when Luke discovers that the legend of The Pan is not just a legend when a mysterious boy flies into his room one night looking for his lost shadow? And how will Luke react when he suddenly finds himself in Neverland with a boy who can not only fly, fight, and crow, but who also has the prettiest blue eyes he’s ever seen?
Master Post
~Think of all the joy you’ll find when you leave the world behind, and say your cares good-bye. ~
His palms were sweaty, his chest was tight, and he wanted to cry.
This was just a dream. It had to be. There was just no other explanation for the words that were currently bouncing around in his head, bringing him so much fear.
My time here is finished.
I have to leave.
One of you must take care of things in my place.
Neither he nor any of the other lost children dared to make a sound. He knew that they were all feeling the same thing he was: dread, agony, helplessness, uncertainty. Who would lead them, play with them, protect them if he left? Truly none of them could even come close to matching his skill and cleverness. He couldn’t help but feel that this was to be their end.
He shut his eyes against the tears, and still as he heard light footsteps against the dirt, moving closer down the line they had made. Standing shoulder to shoulder, he could feel the trembling of the children at his sides. He should probably feel comforted that he wasn’t the only one breaking, but the feelings still tore away at them, only calming slightly when more words were spoken softly, wafting like a promise through the clean air.
Even though I will be gone, I will never truly leave you. Be brave, old chaps.
Be brave. That’s all he’s ever tried to do. He was brave when he first ran away. He was brave when he found himself here with other children just like himself. He was brave when he snuck into the natives’ camp or when he came face to face with a pirate.
Be brave.
And he would be now.
He opened his eyes and met a set of smiling brown eyes in front of him. He was startled for a moment, and then when he gazed down at the dagger in the boy’s hand in front of him, realization finally hit him.
He watched as the boy raised the long dagger and quickly took it by the blade, flipping it so that the worn wooden handle was held out to him.
As if he was meant to take it.
His eyes widened and his breath quickened as he looked up in shock at the boy’s face. He was smiling bigger now, the smile mixed with joy and sneakiness, the same smile that had brought him so much comfort for an immeasurable amount of time. He barely heard the gasps and murmurs from the other children as he reached out and took the hilt of the weapon in his shaky fingers.
Be brave.
He held it tightly in his grip and felt the weight if it through his palm. It was so light, almost effortless to wield, as if the object itself was magicked by a fairy. The curl of his hand fit perfectly into the wooden handle, the press of his fingers snug against the already worn impression. If the boy didn’t know any better, it was almost as if…almost as if he was meant to hold it.
He slowly lowered the weapon and looked up questioning at the boy who was still smiling at him, standing up straight with both of his hands on his waist in stance. The boy laughed as if this was just any other game, any other day playing with the mermaids and the fairies. Like it didn’t matter at all that he was leaving them all behind.
The boy suddenly raised his left hand and placed it gently on his shoulder, pressing in gently, urging him to pay careful attention.
He didn’t know what to expect. Some big explanation of what was going on, or maybe some instructions on what exactly he was supposed to do next, but it never came. Instead, the boy leaned down close to his face, placing his lips against his ears and whispered the last thing that he had ever expected to hear.
You’re The Pan now.
Next