Characters: Peter Pan, Jake Pan.
Timeline: AU. PIRATES.
Peter had fancied himself as a seafarer prepared for any situation thanks to experience. Mutiny? Mutinies happened all the time; they were in integral part of life at sea.
(In fact, he’d led more than one).
Theft? Theft was his business, his livelihood, those who knew his tale might argue his birthright but that was for another day. Take what you can, give nothing back — the rule of a sailor and plunderer both.
Stowaways, he’d encountered his fair share. They were put to work or they met the wrong side of his blade or his brother’s; they took it in turns.
That what made the name Captain Pan so fearful, there was two of them.
Problems had Jake prepared. He could come up with all the ways in a matter of seconds that would get him and his brother out of any trouble. He’d had a lot of time to think about it.
Babies on the other hand was a brand new shot right at the stomach.
He opened his mouth a few times, trying to form words, a decent reply, anything other than the repeating thought playing over and over to no end in his head right then.
"Um, that’s…" He sighed, giving up on trying to be anything but freaked out about it. "That’s insane, Pete."
"It is, isn’t it? It’s insane. Mental." Now it was hitting him, days and weeks later since he found out and suddenly the weight of the situation felt crushing on his shoulders.
He’d tried to keep it together, for Wendy, for this kid but he never truly felt as safe as he did in Jake’s presence and with that safe place to land came his inevitable crumble.
"I know what I wanna be a good dad and I know who I am and who I am isn’t really capable of that, especially if I’m dead."
Captain Kidd | Great Big Sea.
I murdered William Moore and I left him in his gore twenty leagues away from shore as I sailed. And being crueler still, the gunner I did kill all his precious blood did spill, as I sailed. My name is Captain Kidd as I sailed, as I sailed. Oh my name is Captain Kidd, my name is Captain Kidd and God’s laws I did forbid, and most wickedly I did as I sailed.
Jake wasn’t used to company that didn’t come with a ring before arrival. Even Silver knew him well enough to call before she arrived at his place. He assumed for fear that he may be too out of it to register her presence or maybe something else. The last person he thought of seeing though was his little brother.
"What’s wrong?" He asked, stepping out of the way and prompting him to come in.
Usually Peter would guff at his words, poke him and ask why did something always have to be wrong before bouncing around his apartment.
Now wasn’t a typical visit, nothing about his situation was and he wasn’t all too sure what to do.
"I got my girlfriend pregnant and her drug lord father is probably most definitely going to either kill me or have me killed."
"Okay." Wendy said slowly, not wanting to push the matter. When you don’t want to eat, people insisting that you eat just makes it worse. Without another question, Wendy pulled the thermos back to herself.
"Can I sit? Do you want me to go?" she asked, her voice dropping softer.
Peter shook his head gently, eyes cast more towards the wall ahead of him than directly at her.
"Sit if you want."
"Least it’s settling down now."
For now, at least. Nibs still found it hard to calm his temper when it came to the idea of anyone hurting Maggie and Tink.
"Sure, lead the way."
Those sounded a lot like famous last words but Peter let that observation lie to not jinx them, instead he offered a brief smile before taking off towards the Sheep.
Usually, Peter tended to over think his actions when it came to his brother. He kept as much distance as possible between them when in Neverland for the sake of keeping him safe.
This time, however, he decided to forsake his own logic and turn up on his doorstep and knock gently.