Peter Pan Rip-Off....Yey!
Title:Think Happy Thoughts
Author: Shazzy x_fangs_up_x
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Guy Love ;]
Pairing: Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman, Adam Siska/Andy Mrotek, Michael Guy Chislette/Michael Carden, Frank Iero/Bob Bryar, Spencer Smith/Jon Walker, Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie, William Beckette/Gabe Saporta, Gerard Way/wiL Francis. That about covers it.
Summary: "Peter.." he starts."PAN?!" and really, Patrick can't help himself. Peter scowls."No, Peter Pan's not real, obviously. Besides, do you think he'd be as stunningly good looking as this? Or as stylish?"
Disclaimer: Yeah I totally own them. Psh, I wish. Not real, ayee?
It was Friday night, and the Chicago sun was painting the sky in vibrant reds and oranges as it began to set. Mr and Mrs Stump were getting ready to leave for a party, Mrs.Stump was dressed in a silky, red dress and Mr.Stump in a black suit with a red tie.Their son, Patrick, had two friends staying over, because his parents didn't seem to think he could stay home alone. Patrick couldn't help but think that Joe and Andy weren't really that much more responsible than him, if not less but for some reason his mother seemed to have great trust in Andy Hurley.
"Okay, so you're sure you'll be okay sweetie?" Mrs.Stump asks for the hundreth time, her hands placed gently on Patrick's shoulders.
"Yes, Mom." he replies.
"And remember to put Hemmey out to bed before you go to bed?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Honey, I'm sure he'll be fine. He's not a kid you know?" Mr.Stump tells his wife, taking her wrist and gently tugging her away from Patrick.
"I know, but oh I do worry. Well, if you're sure you'll be okay..."
"I am." Patrick smiles at her encouragingly. "Anyway, I have Joe and Andy."
At the mention of Andy's name Mrs.Stump seems more assured. "Well, okay then." she kisses Patrick's cheek. "Don't stay up too late, and brush your teeth."
"YES Mom."
"We won't be back 'til late, so I'll see you boys in the morning. Bye Joe, Andy."
"Bye Mrs.Stump." They chirp together.
"Right dear, lets go before we're late." Mr.Stump links his wife's arm and leads her towards the door, winking over his shoulder at Patrick. "Be good."
"We will Dad." Patrick tells him, but when the front door clicks closed Joe scoffs: "Yeah, right."
"I think my Mom loves you Andy." Patrick tells him, dropping on the bed between his friends.
"I have that affect on people." he smirks.
"Oh, DEFINITELY!" Joe squees, diving at Andy and licking his cheek.
"Ewwwwww, Joe get off, I don't want your rabies!" Andy screams, and Patrick laughs because he sounds like such a GIRL!
It's late by the time they decide to actually go to bed, all three boys collapsing in a pile of limbs, Joe clinging to Andy because "Andy, I wuv yooooooooooooooou!" and Patrick's head on Joe's shoulder. The warmth, the lateness of the hour and the soothing sound of each others breathing slowly lulls the boys to sleep.
Patrick hears a knock, and at first he thinks he's dreaming. He can feel Joe's body rise and fall with his breathing, and he can hear Andy shift in his sleep, and then there's the knock again. Louder this time, clearer, and to be honest Patrick's not amused because who comes knocking at this time? He figures maybe his parents forgot their keys so he actually goes through the physical strain of lifting himself off of the bed, straightening the cap on his head and putting on his glasses.
Knock. Knock. Knock, and it's closer than the door. He can hear Hemmey barking from downstairs. Knock. Knock. It's comming from the window, and admittedly Patrick's a little scared, but he forces himself to walk over to the window. He undoes the latch and swings the window open wide, leaning out to look for the source of the knocking. He sees nothing but he swears he can hear a light tinkling noise. Then something hits him smack in the chest and all the air is forced from his lungs as he falls flat onto his back on the floor.
A pair of brown eyes stare down at Patrick, and yeah okay he'd never admit it but maybe he melts just a little bit right there. On the floor. With some strange boy on top of him, straddling his hips. A strange boy with really, really gorgeous brown eyes.
"Hi!" the stranger grins, pecking Patrick on the lips before he stands up. Patrick hears a loud tinkling noise and he sees a ball of light flitting around the strange boys head.
"Shush Gerard" he mutters, swatting at the light, looking around Patrick's room with interest.
"Don't fucking shush me! I did not fly all the way to Chicago just so you could rape some innocent boy!" the light snaps, flying into the boys head.
"I didn't rape him Gee, don't exaggerate."
"Uh...." and yes, Patrick's actually speechless as he watches the strange scene unfold before him. "Who ARE you?" he finally manages to blurt out.
"Peter.." he starts
"PAN?!" and really, Patrick can't help himself. Peter scowls.
"No, Peter Pan's not real, obviously. Besides, do you think he'd be as stunningly good looking as this? Or as stylish?" The boy asks, with a sweep of his arm and a cocky grin. He's short, round about the same height as Patrick, with soft, dark hair, tan skin, perfect, white teeth and those deep, brown eyes. He's dressed in a hoodie which clings to his torso, with a sort of bat or something printed on it and tight black skinny jeans. "Anyway, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me..."
"Oh leave the kid alone and cut to the chase already!" the ball of light snaps.
Peter glares at it.
"I'm Peter Wentz." he finishes rather sukily. "But you can call me Pete and this.." he grabs the ball of light roughly out of the air. "Is Gerard Way, the fairy."
Patrick looks closely at the small being in Petes hand who folds his arms stubbornly and glares.
"I don't respect it when you man handle me, Pete!" he growls, before biting Petes hand. Pete swears and releases him.
"Ah ha take that moutherfucker!" Gerard woops, flying over and landing on the peak of Patricks hat. He looks down from the peak into Patricks face.
"Hey there, I'm Gee and Pete has all kinds of STDs, so I wouldn't fuck him if I were you."
Patrick giggles, because Gee's just so cute and funny and Gee smiles.
"I don't have STDs!" Pete whines. "Don't listen to him Patrick!"
"Why are you here?" Patrick asks. "And how'd you know my name?"
"Oh, see I'm here because of you..and I sorta always knew your name."
"Because of me?"
"Yeah! See, you happen to have my heart."
"I...what?!"
"Or at least half of it.."
"How?"
"I dunno but I dreamt you did and Chief Gabe said that one should always listen to their dreams because it's our minds unconscious way of sending us messages...or some shit like that."
Patrick has no idea who Chief Gabe is but he does not like where this conversation seems to be going.
"But...wait how'd you get up to my window?...Where are you from?"
"Neverland, duh, I thought you knew all about Peter Pan..."
"But you said you weren't.."
Pete cuts Patrick off as he continues to talk.
"And we flew, of course."
"Flew?"
"Yip, like this!" Pete suddenly lifts into the air, swooping in a circle around Patrick before landing on the bed on top of Joe and Andy.
"What the fuck?" Andy mutters.
"AHHHH ANDY SAVE MEEEE!" Joe screams, clinging to the boy beside him. "Rapist!"
"I DON'T RAPE PEOPLE!" Pete yells, hurt at being accused of rape twice in less than ten minutes.
"Who are you?" Andy asks, pushing his glasses on and up his nose.
"Psh, I already went through this. I'm Pete, Hi, I'm taking Patrick and we're just getting ready to leave, MmmKay? Bye!"
""You can't take Patrick!" Joe gasps.
"Why not?" Pete asks, folding his arms over his chest defensively and it's obvious he's used to getting his way.
"'Cause...ANDY WON'T LET YOU!"
"I'd like to see him stop me!" Pete snaps back in a childish manner, bouncing off the bed and flying over to Patrick. Joe and Andy gawk after him.
"Gee, do your thing!" Pete tells the fairy.
"After the way you treated me?"
"Awww Gee!" Petes voice sounds young and begging, Gee sighs, giving in. He puts his hands out and blows a fistful of golden dust over Patrick.
"Now..." Pete takes off into the air again, snatching Patricks hat and swooping out the window. Instinctively, Patrick dives after him, no one takes his hat! Then Patricks falling...but up instead of down. Pete slams the hat back on his head and smiles, taking his hand.
"'Mon Trick, off to Neverland!"
Gee's still in Patricks room. "You two had better come along too" and he blows dust over the two boys, grabbing Andy, as he looks to be the lightest, and hauling him out the window. Andy screams and Joe runs forward to catch him. They both tumble from the window and up into the night sky.
"Come on boys!" Gee grins, flying in front of the. "Keep up!" And with that he darts off to keep an eye on Pete.
"AHHHHH!" Patrick's clutching Pete for dear life, Chicago flashing by below his feet. "Where are you taking me?"
"Neverland! Second star to the right!"
"Straight on 'til morning?" Patrick asks, feeling uneasy.
"No...it's only a half hour flight, jeeze it's not that far away!"
Patrick's starting to get used to the feeling of flying, and once he's over his fear it's actually quite a wonderfull feeling. He feels weightless, soaring over the world alongside the stars and this mysterious boy who just crashed into his life, literally.
Joe and Andy are not as lucky. They are scared shitless, clinging to each other, terrified that any second they will plummet to their deaths. Then Gee is back by there sides, deciding that maybe Pete is not his main priority right now.
"Relax, you won't fall. Just think happy thoughts, straighten your bodies a bit...yeah like that! Now lean forward, yeah thats it! Push forward hard and we can catch up with Pete and Patrick!" So the boys do and within near to no time they are on Pete and Patricks tail.
Pete is true to his word and within half an hour they're in Neverland. They land on a cloud to rest and Pete glares at Joe and Andy.
"Who said they could come?"
"I did!" Gee tells him, and his voice is so stern Pete doesn't dare to argue.
BANG!
"Jesus Christ!" Joe shouts, as a cannonball blasts through the cloud mere centimetres from his feet.
"Oh my God, Joe!" Andy rushes over, hugging the younger boy. "Are you okay?"
"I-I think so.." Joe tells him, but he's shivering.
"Gee, take them to the tree, Patrick'll stay with me." Pete tells the fairy.
"But, Pete..."
BANG!
"NOW!" Pete screams, pushing Patrick off the cloud and narrowly dodging the second cannonball.
"Follow me boys!" Gee tells Joe and Andy, an they don't need told twice.
Far below is the source of the shooting. It's a large pirate ship and upon it is a rather flustered Captain.
"What direction are you shooting in? He's fucking right there, are you blind?!" Captain Andy Mrotek is a tall man with jet black hair. He used to be a nice man in younger years, before Pete cut off his left hand. The Captain had a collection of attatchments for his missing hand: hooks, claws but his favourite was a gleaming butcher knife, gaining him the nickname 'The Butcher'.
"Sisky! If those men miss once more, it'll be your head I have!" The Butcher screams, slapping Sisky around the back of the head and the smaller man flinches.
"Chizzy, Mike please..."
The two other pirates look at the man in sympathy. Adam Siska has a good heart, and he's one of the nicest men they've ever known, but he's absaloutely, blindly, head-over-heels in love with The Butcher who seems oblivious to the younger man's feelings and repeatedly abuses him.
"Chizz.." Mike whispers to his blonde headed companion. "Try aiming a little higher."
"Right..." Michael Guy Chisslett never signed up for this. He never wanted to be a pirate, he wanted to be a sailor. With the little outfits and cute hats, and originally that's what they were - sailors. Then Pete cut off the Captains hand and he turned bitter and cold, demanding they change to pirates.
As far as Michael Carden is concered, he never was a pirate or a sailor. He used to be in the Cobra Tribe back on the island, but he fell in love with Chizzy, who convinced him to live with him on the ship. So here he was, trying to hit a couple of kids with cannonballs and it's so fucking sadistic that it makes Mike feel sick.
BANG!
"MISSED AGAIN! DAMN YOU FUCKING PATHETIC, WORTHLESS DOGS! SISKY, I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE THEY HIT HIM!" Butcher screamed, swipping at Sisky with his blade arm. Sisky yelps and ducks, narrowly avoiding the blade.
"You can't kill them anyway," Mike tells Butcher dryly, he's not overly fond of the man. "Here...people can only die from broken hearts." As he says it, Mike sees Sisky looking down hearted and he wonders why that man hasn't been long dead.
"Yeah Carden, you've been over this lovey dovey crap a hundred times before. I don't care if he dies or not, I want him to feel pain as I did!" The Butcher swings the glistening blade to emphasize his point.
"He wouldn't of cut off your hand in the first place if you weren't trying to molest him..." Mike mutters.
"I wasn't molesting him!" Butcher snaps. "I was asking him out!"
"Yeah, just like you asked Bill Beckett out coughSexualAbusecough."
"I was not sexually abusing him! And I'd fuckin' watch your mouth Carden, or I might sexually abuse you."
Mike stays quiet after that.
Back in the sky, Pete was pulling Patrick towards the island just as Gee, Mike and Andy reach the tree. It's a huge tree, larger than any Andy or Joe have ever seen. Gee disappears into a curtain of ivy and knocks against the solid wood, flying back out as the curtain of ivy swings forward with the door.
"Gee?" a voice asks, and a dark haired boy appears in the entrance to the hollow tree trunk. He stops and stares at Andy and Joe. "Who are you?" The boy eyes them suspiciously.
"It's okay Frankie." Gee assures him, landing on the boys shoulder and stroking his hair gently. "You know Patrick?"
"Petes Patrick?"
"That's the one, these are his friends, Joe and Andy. Patrick's with Pete."
"Oh, well hi then!" Frankie grins. "You guys are from the other side then?"
Joe and Andy don't really know how to answer that, but Gee saves them the hassle.
"Frankie, sweetie." Gee speaks gently to the boy, still stroking his hair softly. "Round up the boys in the living room, 'kay? So Joe and Andy can meet them."
"Alright Gee!" Frankie smiles, carefully lifting Gee from his shoulder and running a finger over the fairys head before letting him go. Then he's gone, down the trunk to assemble 'the boys'.
"Right, just slide down the trunk okay? One at a time." Gee tells Joe and Andy. They do as they're told and Gee makes sure the door is closed and concealed behind them. The inside of the tree just seems to be one large area, the 'doors' are curtains of ivy draped over openings to seperate the 'rooms'. Six boys are lined up in the living room.
"Okay!" Gee flies over to the first two boys, one has dark hair and eyes, with his arm around the waist of a light brown haired boy with dazzling blue eyes. "This is Jon Walker, he's fithteen." Gee tells them, indicating the dark haired one. "And this is Spencer Smith, thirteen."
Gee moves to the next two. "You already know Frank, Iero. Also thirteen. Bob Bryar, fifthteen. Jon and him are the eldest." Bob's taller than Frank, with eyes as blue and as dazzling as Spencers. His arm draping lazily over Frank's shoulders.
"And finally!" Gee exclaimed, moving to the next two. A tall, thin boy with brown hair and honey coloured eyes who has a smaller boy clinging to him, head curled into the crook of the taller boys neck. The smaller of the two has dark hair, and brown eyes behind red rimmed glasses.
"Ryan Ross, fourteen."Gee announces with a flurry towards the taller boy. "And Brendon Urie, at twelve he's our youngest."
All the boys smile and offer greetings.
"Makes you feel lonely, doesn't it?" Gee asks with a sad smile. "All of them in their little pairs."
"Aw but Gee Bell! We wuv you lots!" Frank tells the fairy, lifting him from the air and kissing his little head.
"I know you do pet, and trust me if I was a bit bigger I'd so do you Frankie honey...Uh, no offence Bob!"
Bob laughs. "None taken squirt."
Gee pulls a face.
"I bet you'd be a good fuck!" Frank smirks, holding Gee up in an open palm so he can fly. "You're gonna make some hot fairy dude very happy some of these days."
"Psh, I wish."
"Aw, but Gee Bell you WILL!"
As Frank and Gee are arguing and Andy and Joe are getting to know the Lost Boys, Pete and Patrick are flying over the Mermaid Lagoon.
"Oh Pete, Pete! Come tell us where you've been, it's been so long since we've last seen you!" Cry the mermaids.
"Mermaids?" Patrick asks with interest.
"Yeah," Pete murmurs into Patricks back, holding the boy close as they fly.
"Oh, can we go see? Please Pete!"
Pete sighs. "Fine." They drop down and land on a rock in the middle of the lagoon. The mermaids swarm round the rock.
"Pete Pete!" They chant, and then. "Who's that?"
There's three of them in total, one with birght red hair, one with jet black hair and the third one has dark brown hair. Pete introduces them, and Hayley's the red head, Amy's the one with black hair and Victoria is the name of the dark brown haired one.
"But call me Vicky-T, honey."
"Aw Pete, he's cute. Where'd you pick up this one?" Hayley asks, tugging at Patricks trouser leg, and soon the other two are doing the same. Pete wraps his arm protectively around Patricks waist. Patricks a little suprised, he's never been called cute before, let alone fought over.
"This is Patrick." Pete tells them, and the mermaids gasp.
"Wait, Patrick? As in THEE Patrick?" Amy asks, shocked.
"Yip!" Pete smirks.
"Oh my, so you're the famous Patrick we've heard so much about?" Vicky-T asks and Patrick looks questioningly at Pete, who in turn blushes.
Meanwhile, at the pirate ship the memory of William Beckett has sparked an idea inside Captain Butchers head. The wheels of evil are spinning. He paces his office with a look of concentration. Sisky stands silently in the corner, just watching him.
"I have it!" The Captain exclaims.
"Yes?" Sisky dares to question.
"We will kidnap Bill Beckett!"
"Kidnap Bill....why?"
"Well, Pete is in with the Indian tribe, yes? It'll be a hit, a warning."
"Wha-....What are you going to do with him?"
"Tell Carden and Chislett to kidnap him, tie him up and leave him on Skull Rock."
"But, you can't-"
Captain Butcher turns suddenly and slaps Sisky across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"You'll do as I say, and I say do it NOW!" The Captain roars, and Sisky scurries out the door as fast as he can, fighting back tears. He looks down at his feet ashamed as he tells Mike and Chizzy what they have to do. He hears Mike cry out - he used to be friends with Bill when he was in the tribe.
"I'm sorry.." Sisky whispers. Mike puts a hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
"It's not your fault," and Sisky knows that Mike doesn't blame him, which makes him feel a little better.
They had went straight to the Indian Camp and caught Bill as he was leaving to fetch water. Chizzy had tied him, and hauled him into the boat which he was now rowing towards Skull Rock. Mike had tears in his eyes, his forehead was pressed against Bill, one of his hands tangled in Bills hair and he was repeating over and over: "I'm sorry. So sorry. So so sorry."
"Mike. Mike. Calm." Bill had told him, and Mike had broke, bursting into tears.
"Mike, it's not your fault. I know you don't want to do this, and I'm sure Michael doesn't either."
"Damn straight Bill." Chizzy agrees, and it's breaking his heart to see Mike crying.
"Those with pure hearts will live on Mike, but those with darkness in their hearts will be consumed." Bill hushes him, smiling.
Mike nods through tears, and he helps Chizzy to lift Bill onto Skull Rock, sitting him down gently.
"I'm so sorry, Bill. You could never know how much." He whispers into Bills hair, kissing the top of his head softly.
"I know. Mike, Fangs Up?"
"Cobra Style." Mike finishes the creed, smiling in spite of himself. Bill smiles back, and then Mike's crying again.
"Oh fuck this," he moans, and he dives for the boat and Chizzy tries to grab him but he misses and splashes into the water. Mike grabs one of the warning flares and sets it off. It explodes with a loud BOOM!, painting the sky bright pink. He presses one last kiss to Bills head, whispering. "Catch you later. Fangs Up..."
"Cobra Style." Bill replies, a simple smile gracing his lips. "You're still a Cobra, Mike Carden."
"I never tried to stop being one."
"Mike, we have to get back to the boat...Oh God Butcher's not gonna be happy."
"Fuck him, the old shit!" But he gets into the boat anyway, giving Bill a wave as they row back towards hell on Earth.
Back at the tree, the Lost Boys and Gee were taking Joe and Andy out to show them the Island. When they got outside three of the Cobra Tribe stood around them, Nate, Alex and Ryland. The boys got ready to greet them, but before they could the Cobras threw three nets over them and hauled them off towards their campsite, with the boys' confused and angry shouts filling the air.
"Why are you taking them?" Gee asks angrily, landing on Nates shoulder.
"Sorry Gee, but it's Gabe's orders. Unless Pete gives back Princess Bill, this is the end of the Lost Boys.." Nate sounds heartbroken as he tells Gee this, sighing deeply. "You have until sunset."
"Pete doesn't HAVE the Princess!" Gee snaps, but Nate reluctantly brushes him aside. Gee puts his hands on his hips and glares after the Cobras, before turning and zooming off to find Pete.
Pete, however, is one step ahead. He saw the warning flare and now he and Patrick are soaring in the direction of Skull Rock at full speed. When they reach it Bill is up to his neck in water.
"Waitied long enough there, Wentzy!" Bill grins up.
"Shut up or I'll leave you there." Pete snaps, but he immediately dives under the water and unties Bill, lifting and carrying him into the air.
"Come on Patrick, follow me!" Pete's off with Bill almost before the words leave his mouth and Patrick feels a little jealous as he flies after them.
Gee meets them just as they reach the edge of the island.
"Pete...." he gasps, out of breath. "Cobras...got...Lost Boys...Sunset...Get Bill back...Quick...Go!" Gee points, dropping down several centimetres in the air. Pete flits off to the campsite, and Patrick follows, lifting Gee before he collapses from the air.
"Patrick Stump, you're my hero!" Gee tells him as Patrick sets him on the peak of his hat.
They reach the camp just as the sun is on the verge of setting. Pete lands expertly, setting Bill down gently.
"Thank you, Pete Wentz." Bill hugs the shorter man tightly, placing a light kiss on his cheek, before turning and yelling to the camp: "Turn the Lost Boys loose, for it is I, Princess Bill! Pete Wentz and his boys had nothing to do with my dissappearance, it was the work of Captain Butcher!"
Nate, Alex and Ryland have the boys untied almost before Bill can finish, and they rush forward to hug Bill and Pete, cheering loudly. A tall man with tanned skin and a handsome face appears from a tent at the end of the camp. He's as thin as Bill, all sharp angles and long limbs. When he sees the aforementioned Bill he lets out a sqeal and rushes forward to hug him tightly.
"Oh Bill, Baby! I thought I'd never see you again!" He murmurs into the skin of Bills neck.
"There there Gabe," Bill coos, patting Gabe's hair and kissing the top of his head. "I'm back now."
Gabe steps back, arm looped protectively around Bills waist. "Pete, I can never thank you enough, I am forever in your debt."
"Ch'aww, it was nothing."
While Pete is bathing in the attention, Patrick mopes off back to the tree. Gee flies after him and lands lightly on his shoulder.
"He forgets sometimes, you know?" Gee speaks softly into Patricks ear.
"Forgets what?"
"That other people have feelings."
It's not very long before Pete realises Patrick's not at the camp and he rushes off to find him, telling the Lost Boys to bring Joe and Andy back. He catches up with Patrick half way towards the tree.
"Oh Trick!" He sighs, swooping down beside Patrick. "I though you were lost, or they got you...God I was so scared!"
Patrick turns to glare at him, but the love and concern in Petes eyes is too scincere, laced with panic. Patrick feels himself melting.
"I'm fine." He mutters, as Pete places a hand in his hair and begins to gently massage his scalp, floating along beside him. They reach the tree a few minutes later and Pete pulls Patrick through the door, sealing their lips in a kiss.
"I don't really have STDs you know?" he tells Patrick, placing a hand on the other boy's hip.
"Oh really?" Patrick arches an eyebrow, letting Pete pull him behind one of the 'doors'.
Gee flies off and leaves the two. He's lonely. There's not that many fairies on the island, and most of the males are straight. Gee sighs, landing on a tree branch and staring out across the ocean. The wind sways the branch and then gentle movement along with the dying sun is making Gee drowsy. He's on the verge of dosing off when a small glass container is placed over the top of him and he's taken away.
Sisky places the container, which is actually an empty oil lamp, on the table in The Butcher's office. Gee bangs the glass but it's useless. Sisky looks down at the fairy helplessly.
"Sorry Gee," he whispers, and his breath fogs the glass. That's all he says before he withdraws into the corner. The Butcher storms into the room, bringing his blade down awfully close to the lamp. Gee fights the urge to flinch, instead he holds his head high and offers a cocky grin.
"Now, little Gee, you're going to tell me where Pete's hideout is." The Butcher snarls.
"Like fuck I am."
"You see, if you don't, I can make your life very miserable."
"Fuck off," Gee snaps, folding his arms and cocking a hip. "I won't do what you tell me Bucther. And I definitely won't tell you where Pete is. God, if it weren't for this glass I'd spit in your eye!"
The go on arguing for a good while like this before The Butcher gives up.
"Fuck it, just toss him over board Sisky!"
Sisky silently lifts the lamp and Gee is filled with a sense of forebidding. Sisky walks to the very back of the ship, looks around to make sure no one's looking, then opens the lamp.
"Go Gee, fly. Quick! Warn Pete!"
"God Bless you Sisky!" Gee grins, kissing Sisky on the nose before zooming off into the night. Just a small spark in the darkness. Sisky lets the lamp fall into the water.
The Butcher has traps set up all over the island, and on their way back the Lost Boys, Joe and Andy fall into one of them. Chizzy and Mike waste no time in capturing them and bringing them to the boat. Though they do so rather reluctantly. Meanwhile, Gee is flitting towards the tree, thinking they're all safe. When he gets to the tree Pete and Patrick are asleep, curled in a mass of limbs. The boys are nowhere to be seen. At once he's off to the Cobra Camp.
"Gabe's in his tent with Bill," Ryland tells him. "He' s not to be disturbed."
Gee ignores the warning, and when he enters he thinks he's gonna be scarred for life. It's a mass of stick limbs, jutted hipbones, and sweaty skin. Gee ignores Gabe's swears and asks him about the Lost Boys, William says they left over an hour ago.
Gee panics.
He wakes Pete and Patrick to alert them.
"They have Joe and Andy!" Patrick all but screams. The two of them are dressed in a matter of minutes and flying towards the ship.
"Stay here," Pete whispers, leaving Patrick at the top of the mast. Pete throws his head back and crows. The Butcher, who was getting ready to put Bob on the plank, while Frank's begging screams filled the air, starts and nearly topples into the sea himself. The boys cheer as Pete swoops down and pushes The Butcher off the boat.
A sound cuts through the air like a knife. It's the sound of a clock ticking. It's the sound of Jimmy Urine, the crocodile that Pete fed Butchers hand to after he cut it off. Butcher lets out a scream that sends shivers down Siskys spine, and within a matter of seconds he's thrown himself into the life boat and is quickly rowing his way towards Butcher, loyal as ever. He reaches the Captain just in time to pull him away from Jimmys open jaws.
The Butcher looks straight at Sisky, and as he does Sisky can see all the love and warmth he was once filled with rush back into his eyes.
"You...saved my life!...After the way I've treated you...Thank you...." The Captain whispers softy.
"Anytime."
"Lets run away together Sisky, you and me."
"Wha-?"
The Captain tosses his hat into the water with a laugh, and the man Sisky fell in love with so long ago is back. He grins at Sisky.
"We'll come back someday, come back and see Mike and Chizzy. But lets run away, you and me. It'll be like a holiday, an escape! We'll forget all this pirate shit! What do you say?" he asks, leaning forward to peck Sisky on the lips.
"I say hell yeah." Sisky murmurs.
"Well then!" The Captain takes the oars from Sisky and begins to row. "Better get going then."
Up on the ship Pete has untied the boys, they're all clinging tightly to each other. Bob clutches Frank to his chest, Spencer cuddles into Jon's side, Brendon wraps himself around Ryan and Andy nurses Joe close to him.
"We have to go back." Patrick tells Pete, and Pete thinks maybe he's going to cry, something he hasn't done in years. Patrick sees the broken look thet crosses his face.
"You could always come with us?" he offers.
"No, Patrick. I belong here, this is my world...my life..."
Patrick nods, and Pete quietly asks Gee to make the boat fly. He's silent the whole way back to Chicago and even as the Lost Boys say their goodbyes, he just watches with a sulky pout. Patrick looks at him desperately, eyes pleading but Pete's stubborn and he just turns his head away. When Patrick blows him a kiss he thinks his heart breaks.
A week later, after moping around, Pete thinks everyone deserves their happy ending. The Lost Boys have all happily returned to the real world, the pirates are gone and Mike and Chizzy have joined the Cobra Tribe. Who was he to deny his and Patrick's happy ending?
"God, just go to him already." Gee snaps into his ear, and Pete jumps out of his daydream. Gee shoots him a stern look. "Stop being so afraid to grow up Pete...just..go!"
So Pete does.
Gee walks along the beach, well technically he's floating just above the sand because he hates getting the grains in his shoes. He's all alone now, and he misses Pete. He misses the boys, especially little Frank. He feels lonlier than ever as he sits on a large grey rock.
"Um, hey there."
Gee looks up and, 'well fuck me Frankie' he thinks to himself, for in front him is another fairy. Slightly shorter than himself, with messy black hair and smudged black eyeliner. Gee thinks maybe he's dreaming.
"Uhm, I'm wiL...wiL Francis."
"Gerard Way," Gee tells him, before pouncing on the fairy, knocking him to the ground and locking their lips. "But you can call me Gee." He smirks when he pull back.
"It's nice to meet you." wiL grins.
Pete's not ready to stay in the real world, and he returns to Neverland the next day. He still goes to visit Patrick every night, after all Patrick has his heart, and Pete knows one day he'll be ready to join the real world.
After all, everyone deserves their happily ever after.
~Ze End.