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We were running. Running from Peter. Running toward the pirates.
It hadn't been difficult to convince the others this was our best option, not after all Peter had done. They knew now, they had seen what he was like, they'd been viewed under the cold, dismissive gaze of Peter Pan and understood he thought nothing of them. Of us. Because I may have been his favourite once, but it was clear I was too grown up, too close to being a man to be loved by him any longer.
I knew that had upset me once, but now, surrounded by my friends, running toward other friends, I didn't feel that same sense of loss that I had before. As with Charlie and Sal and Nod, I was choosing these good people, people I loved, and I was turning my back on Peter.
We crossed the Island, skirting the plans with the Many-Eyed, taking the path up into the mountains, toward Bear Cave, and then beyond. I paused at the cave, remembering Harry and his death here, but only for a moment. I had learned long ago how to mourn my friends while on the move and today was no different. My other friends needed me now, they needed me to lead them to safety away from Peter.
Leading the way down the mountain path, past the Marking Rock, I could see the camp and the cove in the distance, the shipped docked where it usually was when the pirates weren't away, raiding whatever places they were able to find. And I could see people. Pirates, yes, but familiar faces, too, and I picked up my pace, hurrying the others toward them.
[Coming together post! Gathering, as usual, Jamie and everyone who was with him at the tree is going to come to the pirate camp/the Jolly Roger, so feel free to have threads that take place on the ship or on the shore at the camp. Also feel free to employ fairies if you like, they'll be spying for Peter, who'll be coming soon enough. In a few days I'll post a second top level for Jamie and Peter's big final fight where Jamie will be losing his right hand.]
It hadn't been difficult to convince the others this was our best option, not after all Peter had done. They knew now, they had seen what he was like, they'd been viewed under the cold, dismissive gaze of Peter Pan and understood he thought nothing of them. Of us. Because I may have been his favourite once, but it was clear I was too grown up, too close to being a man to be loved by him any longer.
I knew that had upset me once, but now, surrounded by my friends, running toward other friends, I didn't feel that same sense of loss that I had before. As with Charlie and Sal and Nod, I was choosing these good people, people I loved, and I was turning my back on Peter.
We crossed the Island, skirting the plans with the Many-Eyed, taking the path up into the mountains, toward Bear Cave, and then beyond. I paused at the cave, remembering Harry and his death here, but only for a moment. I had learned long ago how to mourn my friends while on the move and today was no different. My other friends needed me now, they needed me to lead them to safety away from Peter.
Leading the way down the mountain path, past the Marking Rock, I could see the camp and the cove in the distance, the shipped docked where it usually was when the pirates weren't away, raiding whatever places they were able to find. And I could see people. Pirates, yes, but familiar faces, too, and I picked up my pace, hurrying the others toward them.
[Coming together post! Gathering, as usual, Jamie and everyone who was with him at the tree is going to come to the pirate camp/the Jolly Roger, so feel free to have threads that take place on the ship or on the shore at the camp. Also feel free to employ fairies if you like, they'll be spying for Peter, who'll be coming soon enough. In a few days I'll post a second top level for Jamie and Peter's big final fight where Jamie will be losing his right hand.]
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Will glances at them both before he leaves, and Rosie meets his eye. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice wobbling even on those two short words. He nods once, then turns away.
She doesn't know what she expected Jamie to say, how she'd thought the doctor might repair what's been done to him, but the thought of cauterization makes her stomach twist horribly once more. She's not going to be sick. She refuses to be, when Jamie needs her. "I'll stay while he cleans it," she says, coming around to stand by his head, close enough that he doesn't have to strain to see her. "And...and after that's done, I'll be right outside the door. No further than that, I promise."
A better friend, a stronger friend, might have stayed for it all. Rosie doesn't let herself think about that.
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I didn't want anyone to see that.
"Everyone still needs to be careful, too," I told her, slipping toward unconsciousness. "Peter can't die. He's part of the Island and it heals him, no matter what they might do to him. I don't want anyone else to get hurt."
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"I'll tell them," she promises, feeling another stab of revulsion for the boy who'd done all of this to them over the last several days, their youthful little jailer who--it seemed--couldn't be fully defeated in the way he deserves. "We'll stay safe."
The door opens again, Will and another man Rosie assumes is the doctor entering the room, and Rosie takes a shaky breath. "It's time," she says, that steadiness from before making its way into her voice again. She presses a soft kiss to Jamie's forehead, his skin distressingly clammy beneath her lips in a way she doesn't let herself think about, then steps away. "I'll be over in the corner, there, and then right outside the door. Just like I promised."