Typically Parker

Show Me Neverland

Why making one of these?
Because I have to many ideas when I read other one shots and I need to write them down.
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It's not even been two days. Two days ago Flash had beaten Peter to pulp. Why? He couldn't remember, probably because he had failed another test that Peter had aced.
It was kind off unnerving, seeing Peter stand there with a small child in his arms glaring at a man. The class was silent. Nobody intervened. Nobody had too.

The class had taken a field trip to Harlem. Harlem had a lot of history concerning Afro-American and with that being the main interest of the history lessons of this past semester, it was no surprise that the field trip would be here. They had been walking around town, visiting and studying various buildings and streets. Two girls were talking about Hairspray and gushing about how they should let the history teacher watch this musical with them because it was so closely linked to the lessons. Flash and his goonies were goofing around and sneering at the teacher. Before walking towards their favorite punching bags.

MJ was in the middle of telling Peter and Ned about some famous women that helped making this possible when Flash appeared.

"Ey, Penis, maybe they should take the same rules as then but against puny nerds and their friends." He elbowed a mate while laughing. Peter simply ignored him and continued listening to MJ.

"Oy, Penis, don't ignore me." He grabbed Peter and pulled him against the wall. Peter looked him dead in the eye, seemingly bored.

"What is it Flash?" he asked while he surpressed a yawn. Yawning would not help his situation. Luckily the teacher intervened with a lecture about the nearest building. Flash looked at Peter meaningly before walking after the teacher. The next street was busy, a lot of people walking by, grabbing taxi's and running towards their jobs.

All alone, a small girl sat against the corner of some house, frightened she looked around her. The class saw a lot of people just walking past her, sparing a glance. Some stopped, hesitated before continuing. The teacher was about to continue when Peter hesitantly stepped towards her. He crossed the streat without looking and made his way towards her.
"Peter come back!" the teacher whisper screamed. Frantically looking around her. The class quieted down, finally noticing Peter at the other side of the busy street.

"Hey there Little one." he said gently. The girl settled her two big brown eyes on him. She pushed more against the wall.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help you. See, I got nothing to hurt you." He smiled. The girl hesitated before searching him. Peter patiently let her touch him and search him. Then she broke down crying, clinging around Peter's neck. The force of the jump only would have made anyone fall to the ground but Peter just held her. The class was silent. Bypassers stopped to watch and a girl from Peter's class was recording the thing from her phone.

"Can you tell me your name please?"
Peter asked when the girls sobs quieted down.
"My name is Viola, I'm six." She shyly answered. Still hiccupping.
"What a lovely name you have miss Viola, my name is Peter."
The girl giggled before looking up to him with wonder in her eyes.
"Like Peter Pan?" Peter's eyes softened.
"Exactly. Can you tell me what happened?" the girl shivered and Peter hugged her closer to his body.

"My parents don't want to wake up. I came home after playing with a friend and they just layed down on the ground. Their clothes were red and they wouldn't wake up! Then the police came and told me they would not come back. They wanted to take me to my uncle but I don't want to so as soon as my uncle didn't pay attention I ran away."