Peter Pan One Shots

Disabled and Alone

Imagine being disabled and that's what landed you on Neverland.
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I had been normal my whole life. Well mostly normal. I was that weirdo girl no one really liked. I had a few friends but they weren't really my friends, it was situational friendships. I had always had trouble making friends.

Senior year was when everything changed. My legs started to ache. A burning fatigue that often left me unable to walk. Doctors were baffled. Seven specialists couldn't find the cause. Endometriosis cause cramps all month, not just around my period. I began having seizures. The neurologist said they were stress related and would go away when I graduated. Then the cherry on top, I was diagnosed with high functioning autism. Kids told me being high functioning was a blessing.
"At least you don't look autistic"
"You're faking it for attention"
"There's nothing wrong with your legs, you're just lazy"
"Period pains aren't that bad"

Their words swirled my head at night. Maybe it would be manageable if I had my parents, but I hadn't seen them since freshmen year.

I just wanted to disappear. I would lay awake a night wishing there was somewhere that accepted misfit freaks that no one loved.

I woke up the next morning on Neverlands shore. I don't know how long ago it was but it was long enough for me to form a relationship with everyone. I wasn't exactly an addition to the island, seeing as my legs still hurt. The pain however was less, but it was still there. Now it was more of a normal ache instead of feeling like someone was pouring battery acid on my calves while I ran a 5K. Mostly I cooked and told stories to the boys. But my favorite time was bed time, when me and Peter Pan would slide into bed together for cuddles and books and sex.

Some how despite everything, we fell in love. I became obsessed with him, unhealthy I know, but he was the first person to ever show me an ounce of true care. Even with how cruel he was.

I was up earlier than normal today. In truth I hadn't been to bed yet. Pan and I had a late night entangled in each other. The lost boys were already up and I was in a great mood, so despite the weakness in my legs (from both the fatigue and Pan) I wanted to go for walk and marvel at my homes beauty. Felix offered to go with me, just incase.

Truthfully Pan made it a rule that I couldn't go anywhere alone after he witnessed me having a seizure for the first time and now he was terrified of it happening when I was alone. I didn't mind. I liked the company.

We had gone all the way to the beach, the same place I had woken up that fateful morning. After a break of me just sitting in the sand watching the sea while Felix paced behind me, we began making our way back. We had just barely made it back into lost boy territory when I heard it.

"She's just lucky he deals with her. No one else could put up with someone so damed difficult! I'm glad I don't have to. He's just with her because he likes a challenge."

I had no earthly idea which lost boy it was who said it but I heard about three other boys laugh in response. My world began to spin as tears pricked my eyes and sobs build in my throat. Even here in the land of the lost and lonely, I'm still an outcast freak because of my conditions.

I was so in my head, I didn't notice the rage that crossed Felix's face. He began to move toward the sounds of the boys tearing me apart when my legs gave out. Shooting a glare at the direct the sound came from, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me back to camp.

I buried my face in his chest and cried. "Don't tell him. Please. Just leave it alone."

"I have to tell him." His tone was hard to read, but that was Felix. A stone wall devoid of emotion constantly.