Mia Strong // Wendy Darling (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beyourmother) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates,@ 2011-01-23 21:57:00 |
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What: After discovering that Wendy was here all along, Jamie does the logical thing and goes to whisk her away to Neverland. Yes. Seriously.
Where: Mia’s apartment in Florida
When: January 23, 2011. Just after Mia makes her intro post.
Warnings: Screaming, swearing, and something that starts with an S. ALSO, THIS THING IS 12245 WORDS LONG. SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS. IT WON'T EVEN FIT INTO ONE POST.
After a day at work that may or may not have ended with Jamie riding Splash Mountain in full regalia and chasing a certain Wendy about to soak her, Jamie had been admittedly a little wiped. It happened to the best of people. The best, of course, being him. Anyone who thought otherwise would be labelled berserk. He all but shimmied out of the green costume and into jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. Sure, Florida’s winters were mild but after a certain amount of time there, one’s body acclimated.
He didn’t fly back, grabbing a ride from a friend in attractions, managing half-assed comments on taking pretty girls into off-limits areas before getting dropped off outside of his complex. He walked, not flying up to his second floor apartment and frowned only slightly over it being empty. Whatever. Flip-flops were kicked off before he floated over to his computer. The reincarnate forums were still up from that morning - something he’d been debating messing with for a few days now. He scrolled through the latest posts, looking to see if his fairy was on there - as she was his fairy, versus anybody else - before a face caught his eye.
Mia was a reincarnate? Jamie guffawed right there, tucking his feet under him. No shit. She was probably that chick from the Harry Potter books with the hair. Hermione or what’s it. Definitely prickly enough for it. He clicked it to read closer and then froze.
He read it a grand total of three and a half times before he’d shot up from his chair. It crashed to the ground but he didn’t give a care. Before he’d been lethargic and debating the joys of a nap, but this energized him. Wendy. Mia was actually Wendy. Jamie was practically giddy with the thought. He shoved open the window - netting pulled off when he first moved into the apartment for just this reason - and slipped out. He flew out, running through that one-time bus-sharing experience that had ended up with a Gatorade bottle dumped over his head before Mia had left. Florida was fairly flat after all and placing things was ridiculously easy. He headed north, thankful for cloud cover as he took off.
A different man - less awesome of course - would have spent the time planning. Jamie did no such thing. He merely chuckled to himself over Mia being under his nose all this time, masqueraded in plain sight as Wendy. And Alice too of course, but she’d been Wendy in the parks with him. And funnily enough, the best Wendy to his Peter too. Over her building, he crowed and aimed downwards.
He circled about, checking windows with little care - first floor, then around the second, the third, and onwards. No sign of the blonde girl. He was just beginning to wonder if she’d gone to a friend’s place that day - as Jamie couldn’t be wrong. It was an impossibility. But then, just on the fourth floor on a corner he saw a familiar figure on her bed at her computer.
And she’d left her window open.
Jamie positively grinned and took the invitation. With only a laugh, he flew in and perched himself on her foot-board. Or rather, stopped flying and hovered in mid-air just above the wood. “You should have told me sooner!”
It had been an exceptionally long day for Mia. Normally, she loved being Wendy in the parks- really, she did. Except for those days when she was stuck with Jamie Davies as her Peter Pan. Oh, she hated that boy! Regardless of the fact that they did work well together and he was probably the best Peter that Disney had seen in ages. She still absolutely loathed him. He was cocky, single-minded, a womanizer, and an over all jerk. Also, he really just couldn’t take a hint. If she said she didn’t want to go on Splash Mountain, she meant she didn’t want to go on fucking Splash Mountain so piss off you little bastard. Of course, she couldn’t actually say any of that last part. That was the bad thing about Disney- you really just cannot cuss people out when you really want to.
It had been her extreme frustration with this- this interloper who called himself Peter Pan that made Mia decide to finally get over herself and post on that reincarnate forum thing her caretaker had told her about. Maybe the real Peter was there, waiting for her. Okay, well, probably not waiting. But he might still be there. So, with that in mind, once she had gotten home from work and taken a quick and refreshing shower, she’d plopped onto her bed and started working away at her laptop. She barely even noticed that her window was wide open- when Wendy had arrived, she started doing it in the vain hopes that Peter might come see her one day, and then it just became a force of habit. Though she didn’t like to admit it, she desperately wanted to see Peter again. She wasn’t expecting any romance (even if she did secretly want to finally get a boyfriend who wasn’t secretly a douche bag) but just to be friends would be nice.
She’d only been at her replies for a few minutes when she heard something that made her heart stop. Crowing. But- no. That couldn’t have been him. It was just her imagination! She shook her head, her still damp hair smacking lightly against her neck in its two braids. ‘Don’t be silly, Mia!’ She told herself. ‘It was just your imagination.’
And she truly thought that it was. Which was why when someone suddenly flew through her window and floated above the foot of her bed, she was completely and utterly shocked, surprised, and frightened. “HOLY SHIT!” she shrieked, immediately backing up on the bed, her eyes wide and mouth gaping. He had just- he had just flown in through her window! Her heart was pounding against her ribcage like a drum, which was very distracting. “WHAT THE HELL?!”
Then she noticed who exactly had flown through her window like the Pan himself. Jamie. Fucking. Davies. One of her least favorite people in the world. “... No. Oooooh no, no, NO. No! Absolutely not! I’m hallucinating! You did not just fly in here!” She shifted so she was perched on her knees and gave him her fiercest glare, though it was slightly nullified by the fact that she was dressed in her pajamas- an old pair of cut off sweat pants and a ratty old tank top with a couple of holes in it. “If you know what’s good for you, you are going to tell me right now that you are not who I think you are.”
Jamie hadn’t thought far enough ahead through Mia’s reaction. Sure, their interactions had always revolved around banter and teasing. Obviously, the fact that they were in fact Peter and Wendy would change this. She’d be happy to see him - heck, he was happy to see her! Her reaction should be the same by all rights. Her open window? That was waiting for him. Her screaming, shrieking, and denial wasn’t welcome. At all.
His earlier smirk vanished and a crease appeared between his brows. He floated up a little higher, keeping his legs crossed Indian-style. “Since when have I cared about what’s good for me?” he asked, honestly. “I still hate taking my medicine, for the record.” Because Jamie and Peter were the same person, in his mind. Peter’s memories (or what remained of them but were mainly bolstered by the book) were his, mixing just a land just before when he’d ended up in the convent. Jamie and Peter were the same - and obviously, Wendy and Mia should have the same similarities.
That said, he reached into his shirt and pulled out a thin, leather strip. Dangling from it was a silver ‘kiss’ - and yes, Jamie continued to call it that while very well knowing the difference. Thimbling was an enjoyable experience after all and his Tink didn’t mess with such things. Too much. “Remember this?” A hint of a smirk showed and he floated a bit closer, just in case she couldn’t see. Bumping into her laptop so the lid slammed down was a coincidence. Really.
Okay not at all, but who cared? He was as innocent as a newborn babe. Technically. Not.
When Mia had gone looking for Peter- or hell, even John and Michael and maybe even Tiger Lilly- she certainly hadn’t expected that one of her coworkers would be flying through her window within the hour. This was not what she wanted, and not at all what she had even thought would happen in the worst case scenario. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that something like this could happen. So she thought that her screaming and freaking out was all completely justifiable.
“Well... You should care!” She grumbled with annoyance. “And that’s really bad for you. Not that I care!” She added swiftly, jabbing a finger at him. “Because I don’t care about that, or you, in the slightest! I’m just saying... It’s bad for you.” Which was sort of a lie- because even if Mia didn’t care (or pretended that she didn’t) Wendy most certainly did care, and like it or not, Mia did have a tendency to end up thinking and feeling along the same lines as the other girl. She told herself she wouldn’t in this case though- Wendy could be excited all she liked about finding Peter, but Mia wouldn’t be no matter what.
Her glare softened when he pulled his kiss out of his shirt. He still had it. He still wore it. Her kiss. No- no! Wendy’s kiss, because no way would Mia ever give that guy a kiss. Thimble! A kiss or a thimble! God, she hated how she mixed those two up all the time! Stupid, stupid Wendy! “Barely,” she sneered, her glare now firmly back in place. “What about it?” She stuck her nose in the air. “Because I can assure you, that if you thought I’d be wearing mine right now, you’re dead wrong. I don’t even know where it is anymore.” Lie. She knew exactly where it was. It held a place of honor in her jewelry box, though she rarely looked at it. It made her too sad.
Oh, and now he thought he could just get all up in her space and touch her things now? Ha. She’d show him. Swiftly she rolled off of the bed and landed on her feet, crossing the room to grab her old and well worn tennis racket from it’s spot leaning against the wall and brandished it at him. “Okay, so here’s how it’s going to work, Davies. You may be Peter, and I may be Wendy, but this doesn’t mean that anything has to change. Except maybe me despising you more. So just get the hell out of my room- the normal walking way if you please- and we can just forget this all happened.”
His shrug was as careless. “Strangely specific denial is strangely specific.” He leaned a little closer, mocking thinking. “You know, Mia, you need lying lessons.” Because she must be lying. Girls were strange and tended to throw him for a loop anyhow. The logical answer said that Mia was lying now. Why was completely beyond him. He figured asking wouldn’t do much good right now. Especially when her face made that expression at the sight of the kiss.
It was there Jamie’s expression faltered, just slightly. He thought that could have been the key to having her excited to realize - yes, they were reunited at last. Knowingly reunited at last, rather. Instead, she seemed to get more closed off at that. It wasn’t often that Jamie felt less then be-bop-y but then, he slowly began to sink. He landed on the bed, frowning and unaware of his inability to fly. “You don’t?” he asked, voice slightly shaky. She was supposed to wear it. “But it saved your life! It could happen again!” A beat. “Hopefully not, I mean, I don’t think Tink’s going to mess with you this time around, but you’ve got to have it.”
He didn’t have the heart to get up when she got off the bed, only watching with that feeling of dejection until she held up...the tennis racket. Jamie stared. “What?” Nothing of what she said made sense at all. “First, what the bloody hell is the normal way? Two, we can’t forget this. Three, this shouldn’t make you hate me more, unless it’s the forgetting you thing which was not our fault, I swear and I don’t want it to happen this time.” He paused. “Please.” Wendy had always been fond of good manners.
“And four-” And here he got up, actually pushing himself off the bed to the floor. His legs wobbled on the ground for a moment before he simply snapped his fingers. No more wackiness. He jumped off the ground so he was floating again and grabbed the wrist not holding the racket. “We’re going flying.”
Jamie may not have noticed how suddenly he seemed to lack the ability to defy gravity, but Mia did. For a split second, guilt churned at her stomach. Just because he was a jerk didn’t mean that she had to be. Then she shook the feeling off. Pah! He deserved it. Probably. And anyways, he’d started this whole mess in the first place! Knowing him he’d get over it soon enough, so it hardly mattered.
“Because I’m so sure that I’m going to get shot at again in the near future by a bunch of the Lost Boys,” Mia retorted, rolling her eyes a little. She stopped when he mentioned Tink. As in Tinkerbell. Was she here too? Mia bristled a little at the thought. You really just don’t forget about near murder attempts all that easily. Wendy may have been completely oblivious to what the fairy had been trying to do during her first trip to Neverland, but Mia was not quite as naive. And she sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere near Tink in the near future if she could help it. Or mermaids. Those were also very much out. “And I don’t have to have it still, you know. Surprise! The world doesn’t revolve around you and Peter, Davies.”
When it came to manners, Mia wasn’t much different then Wendy in that she appreciated it when other people used it. Normally she returned the favor, but with Jamie Davies she rarely had. “First, it’s called using the door, dumbass. Second, oh yes we can! Third...” She shook her head. She wasn’t even going to touch that one, manners or not.
Especially since it really wasn’t good manners to grab someone’s wrist and tell them that they were going flying with someone they didn’t like and were actually quite angry with. For a moment, before she remembered that she was mad at him, her eyes went wide and her heart leaped. They were going flying?! Ever since she was a kid she’d wanted to fly, and when Wendy had showed up she thought all those dreams were going to come true. But then she’d realized the horrible truth: Mia couldn’t fly. She’d tried and she’d tried. She’d jumped off her bed and thought the loveliest and happiest thoughts that she had, but she’d always fallen straight down. And now here Jamie was, practically taunting her with his mere existence! Of course he would be Peter. Of course he could fly and she couldn’t! It was like life just wanted to screw her over and then laugh at her when she was down.
“Like hell I’m going flying with you!” She snarled. She drew back the arm holding the racket and swung hard at Jamie- hard enough to bruise him at the very least. She didn’t look like much, but Mia could really pack a lot of power into her swing. “What makes you think I’d want to go anywhere with you?! Besides,” she admitted bitterly. “I can’t fly.”
Jamie had the grace to look slightly ashamed there. “I wouldn’t let them. Promise. And I haven’t found them yet.” But it didn’t change the fact that Mia needed to wear her kiss, if she had it. She was supposed to have it, wasn’t she? “We could ask her, she works with the Agency, or your caretaker. I don’t see why you wouldn’t have it...” Though her next comment derailed him, pulling him completely from any funk. “Did I say it did? It’s important though! Part of who you are. La-da-da.” He gestured, a little emphatically.
Oh a door. “Those are boring,” Jamie said, flatly. He even gave the nearest one a glare. Stupid thing. “And no....” Odd that she started looking like that. And ignored the whole failed-romance thing. Oh well. Must not be an issue and like hell, was he about to complain on it. Her torn expression was obvious on her face and he took it as a good sign. Time to go and head for Neverland? He hadn’t been in awhile. He could take tomorrow off from work. Probably. His boss loved him. Jamie’s smile turned slightly gentle, tugging....
...just as he got walloped across the face.
Jamie was nowhere near as weak as he initially appeared - all short and gangly as he was. He could hold his own in a fight and he was terribly quick. But the racket and Mia’s screeches completely caught him off guard. The racket caught him on the side of his face, smacking into his cheekbone and he cried out before turning away. “Not fair!” he moaned, clutching it. He’d never hit a girl and she was hitting him? Something was wrong here. “Not fair at all, Mia.” He was too caught up in that to recognize the rest of what she said. He merely looked towards her, look accusatory. Her bitter expression was all but lost as he glared. It took him a moment of silence to process it. I can’t fly.
He stared at her for another, quite long minute before he rolled his eyes. The hand fell from the red mark on his face. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You always do have a stick up your arse. Ever think of removing it and having a little fun?” It was an old barb at her, one often made. Right now, it was less playful then usual - a bit bitter, a bit frustrated. “And if you can’t remember, then you’re a right idiot. I taught you.”
Mia just rolled her eyes. “Well, you sure as hell act like the world does.” Honestly. Didn’t he have the slightest inkling of how he came off to other people? She ignored all of his further statements and questions about her “lost” kiss- thimble- whatever they wanted to call it. That was none of his business, and he needed to learn to back off.
She surprised herself with the fact that she actually hit his face- she’d just been aiming for his shoulder. Well, she never had the best aim when she was agitated. She found it difficult to regret that she’d cause a large red mark to bloom across his cheek. “Life’s not fair. Haven’t you heard?” She took a large step away from him now that he was no longer holding on to her wrist, glaring right back at him as she adjusted her grip on the racket. Maybe picking up lessons again wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“E-excuse me?!” Mia just gaped at him. She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. Oh, he did not just say that! If she were alone, she might have let herself sit back down on her bed and cry. How dare he say that to her?! But she wasn’t alone, so instead she blinked away her tears and let her long standing disappointment turn into pure fury. “I get it. You’re Mr. Hot-Shot, ‘everybody loves me and should be as free wheeling and fun loving as me.’ I’d say grow up, but I guess for you that’s not even possible huh?!” She swung at him again, this time with both hands and as hard as she could, aiming low. “Just because I’m not like you doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to have fun! It doesn’t mean I haven’t tried. Because trust me, I have. I’ve got the- the scars to prove it from every time I fell instead of flew. So don’t you fucking dare tell me I need to learn how to have a little more fun!”
She wanted to make him hurt, because right now she was hurting, and all she knew to do was lash out and react. The last time that she’d tried to fly, she decided to do it off a building, thinking that this time it would work for sure. But it didn’t. Instead, she’d fallen straight down and gotten hurt so badly that- well. She didn’t like to think about the consequences of that day.
Over all she was far too angry to come up with any decent insults or think of a way to hurt him emotionally, so instead she decided that trying to keep hitting him would be her best bet. She swung again, aiming for his big fat conceded head for real this time.
He rolled his eyes and dropped the matter. This was the same old, same old. Mia seemed to have a grudge to go and fucking hate him for no bloody good reason.
“I have, but it’s more fair for others.” Not really. Jamie just believed in being a good sport. He wasn’t quite as forgiving as Peter was - who would be surprised every single time someone cheated him - but he liked to give a person a chance. Or a new chance on good behavior. Often. Alright, he wanted to believe the best of her and that she wouldn’t keep smacking him. That said, he sidestepped.
As she began screaming and smacking away, Jamie decided to forgo quipping for scattering for the moment. Man, her backhand was good. “I never knew you played tennis,” he said, dropping and rolling out of the way. “Never played, think you can teach me lessons?” When it looked like she technically wasn’t swinging any more, he decided to go with the painfully obvious. “And yes, you’re quite right minus the growing up. Due for that eventually, though I’m delaying.” It wasn’t really a happy topic beyond perhaps, if he kept aging he might shape out a bit more. It could be good with the ladies.
If Jamie was trying to wind Mia up and make her even angrier, he was definitely doing a great job of it. He was treating this whole thing like it was some kind of a joke to him, or like a game to be won. She just couldn’t believe the nerve of him! “You don’t know a lot of things about me, Davies,” She hissed at him, her eyes now so greatly narrowed her eyes were little more then slits. “And as I’ve said already: like hell I wanna go anywhere or do anything with the likes of you!”
“Are you really? Because honestly-” Swing “it seem to me like you’re about as mature-” whoosh “as a damn fourteen year old!” So he said he didn’t like doors? Fine. Fine. Maybe if she backed him up to the window and threatened to bash his head in with a lamp he’d fly far away from her and her life so she could call in work and beg for a sick day. Mia didn’t do sick days- she rarely, if ever, got sick, and she hadn’t played hooky once in her whole life. But she figured that she was going to need a day off after the events of tonight.
She continued to try and hit him with her racket like some sort of wild things- all fury and purpose but not quite enough focus to really make much of a difference, though she was still trying to herd him towards the window. She just wanted Jamie gone so she could bawl her eyes out in peace.
Well, duh, he didn’t. He’d rather not be labelled a stalker and sometimes secrets were cool. Still, as she swung out again, Jamie couldn’t keep back his snark- “And you don’t even know my first name.” He ducked again, starting to back-pedal. “It’s James .Actually. You could call me that.” Jump. “Or Jamie, which most people do.” And backwards, over the bed now. “Or J.D. I grew up as that, funny eh? Ever notice that I’m James Davies.” This time he got smacked.
“Owwwww, bloody hell Mia!” He glared before deciding it was a good idea to duck. He hit the ground and got hit in the shoulder. Bloody, bloody hell. “Did you say you were book-Wendy or Rachel-Hurdwood-Wendy? I don’t remember you being this violent.” He rolled out of the way, ignoring the fourteen year old comment and tried to think of a way to calm her down. She didn’t look like it any time soon and at this rate, he was going to end up in a bad position. Like, with police.
He eyed the window before scrambling to his feet. Alright new plan. Window, out, fake-out. He kept his back to it, talking on again, hands out to calm her. “You know, has anyone ever told you that you’re gorgeous when you’re angry? The pink in your cheeks makes you look healthier. And there’s something about tiny people swinging heavy things at me - OW THAT TOTALLY MAKES ONE INTERESTED.”
“I don’t want to call you anything that makes it sound like we’re at all familiar with each other.” Mia snapped at him. She could feel a jolt go up her arm when the racket connected with him, and she couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction at his reaction. Ha! Served him right!
Her next swing only just got his shoulder. “Didn’t say.” Swing. If she’d been in a normal state of mind, she might have thought about how weird it was that they were having a seemingly normal conversation while she was trying to knock his head off of his neck. If she didn’t have such a hard swing or good aim, it might have even been something you’d see on a funny TV show with a laugh track on. Mia swinging like a madwoman and missing while Jamie hopped and ducked about the room to a laugh track or something. However, this wasn’t a TV show, and Mia was quite furious with him.
When he started to compliment her she stopped, her tennis racket over her shoulder, frozen midswing while she just stared at him. He... What!? What the hell?! Was he honestly complimenting her, or was he only trying to save his own skin? ‘The latter,’ she decided firmly. ‘It has got to be the latter.’ “Davies. There is something wrong with you.” She told him, a mixture of confusion and disgust on her face, over laying the anger that refused to dissipate. And then she stepped forward and swung again, not realizing just how close they both were to her still open window.
Jamie winced. “Harsh, Mia, really harsh. It means you’re gonna have a problem though-” Smack. Damn it. He rubbed at his shoulder, continuing to scramble backwards. “Considering we work together and you generally call me Peter there.” He’d have attempted a smirk but the tennis racket connected with his face again. “Owwwwwwww, Mia. The things you do to me.”
“Well which?” Actually as she swung again, he decided that it wasn’t worth pressing it. He kept moving backwards, ignoring the urge to look backwards. All it took was coordination. He stumbled back at the next contact, nodding genially as she sent her last swing. “Probably. I mean, I’m still here.” The backs of his knees connected with the wall. He floated up to miss a smack and then he let her catch him across the middle. Time to let his acting skills get at play.
“Oof-” And he let his body mass get off-set. He tipped through the window, trying to focus on not flying. He topped out with a shocked face, shouting as he did so. “Miaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
When her final swing caught him around the middle, she thought he’d just fly right out the window so that she’d have a chance to close and lock it and be left in peace. Instead his face filled with shock and he fell straight down while screaming her name. Mia’s jaw dropped and her heart stopped. No- no! He wasn’t supposed to fall! Jamie was supposed to fly! She tossed her racket to the ground and rushed to the window, grabbing the bottom and leaning out as far as she dared, looking at the bushes below.
“Jamie?” Her voice was little more then a croak as she stared unblinkingly at the ground. “JAMIIIEEE?!” Oh god. She’d killed him. Her blow must have caught him by surprise and then- but surely he could have thought of something happy before he hit the ground! Surely! But that thought didn’t stop the sinking, desolate feeling that was crawling over her and made her want to vomit. She never wanted this. Yes, she didn’t like the guy. And sometimes she hated him. But she never wanted him to fall, or to- to. She couldn’t even think of the word. Because it couldn’t be true! It just couldn’t! Even if he did drive her crazy, he was still a good person- a good man. He didn’t deserve this.
She knew she should go down there to check, or call the police, or an ambulance, but she couldn’t move. It was like she was frozen in shock- her hands permanently stuck gripping at the window’s ledge, her nails digging into the paint covered wood. “Please don’t be dead. For the love of everything, please don’t be dead, Jamie.”
Jamie had to bite his cheek in order to keep back the laughter. There wasn’t any guilt in scaring her. She deserved it. After all, she’d claimed that she didn’t give a crap about him. Here was the change. He’d won. Ha. He lowered a little further, lying sideways across the air as if a chaise was floating beneath him. At the pleading, he decided it was time to make his appearance.
He was nimble on his feet, but in the air, Jamie was simply spiffing. Faster then she could say his name again, he was in front of her, hands on hips. “So you do know, my name.” Before she could start hitting him again, he grabbed her forearms and smirked. “Come on. If you’re going to shove me out, you’re coming along.” Never mind the obvious issues with height, but Jamie was stronger then he looked. It took a fair amount of physical strength to keep his body in the right position while flying after all. Peter had had it easier learning young.
That said, he wrapped his hands about her arm and gave a light tug. “Come on.”
For what seemed like the thousandth time that night, Mia screamed in surprise. He was alive! … Alive, and toying with her. “You- you-” For a moment, it wasn’t clear if she was going to kiss him or try and hit him. Before she could decide he had grabbed her forearms, which also helped her to make up her mind. “No way! You fucking bastard! I thought you were dead!” She tried to tug her arms away, but she was still feeling a bit shaky after that scare she’d just had, and Jamie had the upper hand.
“Let go of me!” She kept on trying to escape his grip, but it was to no avail. “I am not going flying! I can’t fly- we’ve already been over this, damnit!” Couldn’t he just leave her alone? Just once, couldn’t he leave her in peace? It was like every time she saw him he ended up doing something that made her want to strangle the guy.
Laughter erupted then, spilling from his lips and of pure delight. “Don’t believe in death unless you see the corpse,” he advised. Another tug, a little less gentle. “And you’d have been to blame. Terrible Mia, killing me.” But there was that little smile again, mocking and yet excited.
“And of course you can fly. I taught you. You can’t have forgotten, unless you grew up too much.” Beat. “And I’m pretty sure we’re the same age.” He moved a little closer, all but pressing his forehead to hers. “Really, Mia. It’s all in your mind-” That said he released her arm to slide an arm across her back. She left him with no choice. He braced a foot against the side of the building before tugging, hoping that in her fear she’d cling to him and let him drag her the rest of the way out.
“Well obviously I didn’t quite manage it. Maybe I should try again!” Now that she knew he was alive and well, her guilt had disappeared to her fury once more. Not to mention the fact that he was laughing at her! Oooh, the nerve of that boy!
“No, I really, really can’t fly!” She insisted. She didn’t dispute the idea that maybe she had grown up too much. The thought had occurred to her more then once, and it made her heart ache in ways it hadn’t done since her mother had died. ‘Forever barred from that one joy.’ “It’s more then just in my head- I simply can’t fl- eek!” She’d been so busy glaring at him she’d hardly noticed how close he’d managed to get to her, and it wasn’t until he’d grabbed her around the middle and pulled that she realized what he was doing. Just as he’d thought, in her terror she’d grabbed at him at once, her arms wrapped tight around him. She couldn’t fall- not again!
“Jamie, you- you stop this right now!” She squeaked as she tightened her grip on him, squeezing her eyes shut and burying her face into his chest so that she wouldn’t be tempted to look down. “You get me back inside my apartment right now or- or else!”
“Thought you didn’t want me dead?” Jamie asked cheekily. His grip remained secure as he flew further out.
That was ignored, as well as the rest of her purposes. It was terrible, absolutely terrible how she went on like this. If she was anyone other then Wendy, he’d drop her and go away whining about annoying girls. “Get some confidence,” he said, before flying the rest of the way out. Now they were hovering over the parking lot. He released her forearm to reach about her middle again. It was all he could do to keep from crowing.
“Or else what?” He flew a little higher, so they were level with the building. “I’ve waited a long, time Mia.”
“Well, obviously I’ve changed my mind!” Oh god. If he dropped her, or even pretended to drop her, she swore she’d make his life miserable, even if she had to become a ghost and haunt him until his dying day.
She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, and her grip on him was like iron. “Confidence?” She repeated, her voice a bit breathless. “Trust me, it’s not a matter of confidence. It’s a matter of I really, really just can’t fly. Oh god.” If she looked at the pavement now, she was sure she’d be sick. Why was he being so insistent? Why couldn’t he just accept the fact that she wasn’t going to fly?
“Or else... I don’t know! Something awful! I’ll think of it later, I assure you! Something involving my disemboweling you!” It felt like they were flying higher. ‘Please, please, please don’t drop me,’ she thought desperately. “Yeah? Well, news flash, Davies. Just because I’m Wendy doesn’t mean I’m just automatically going to be your Wendy. Now put me back on solid ground!”
Jamie could only laugh, soaring up higher. Above the roof now, high enough that they could see the strip of Tacky-Ville easily. If she just moved her head from his chest, she might even be able to see Spaceship Earth behind him. Gotta love Florida’s heights. He wondered if they were anywhere near time for fireworks... “Hey, you wearing a watch?” He never did. Too many interferences while being Reggie.
“Ridiculous,” Jamie pronounced. “Ever hear of the Little Engine that could? I-think-I-can-I-think-I-can.” He wasn’t going to pull her from him though. Nah. It was kind of comfy minus her nails digging into him and the whole screeching. Alright, he knew it was just driving her mad and wouldn’t.
“Ah. That one. Nothing new. I’m sure I’ll survive. You already tossed me out a window after all. You’ve got defenestration down!” He gave the top of her head a long look. “Which Wendy are you?” It was important in a way.
… He couldn’t be serious. He had just barged into her home, faked his death, kidnapped her, was flying her across Florida to who knew where and he wanted to know if she was wearing a watch?! “No, I’m not wearing a watch!” She snapped at him, though her voice sounded a bit more hysterical then angry right now. Mia had give up on wearing watches years ago- she always ended up breaking them somehow. “Why does it even matter?”
Oh, and now he was lecturing her with children’s stories. Nice, Jamie. Like she hadn’t heard that a million times before. “I swear if you start going ‘choo-choo’ at me I will smack you so hard.”
“I wasn’t exactly trying that time,” she grumbled. “Next time though, I will.” Mia was essentially done screaming for now, at least. It wasn’t really likely that Jamie was going to take her back, especially if she kept screaming. Also, she really didn’t want to startle him into dropping her. Maybe if she went along with what he wanted, he’d take her back. Maybe. “Book. Again, why does it matter?”
"Damn," he said, chancing a look behind him. What time had it been when he was let off? Off season, seven o'clock fireworks....it might've been five thirty. How long had he been dealing with Mia for? He tightened his grip on Mia and flew for a hotel, non Disney but with a good vantage point. He might be able to figure out what time it was from the clock tower there. "Because I'm sick of ticking."
He laughed, though it was a hint distracted. "Nah, just I think I can, I think I can. You can supply the chugs and chooing if you want. I won't tell anyone."
A shake of his head was the only answer, flying on. Saying anything that came to mind would only count as more childish. However that did answer something and he beamed. "Then you are my Wendy."
“Ticking?” Mia repeated, feeling very, very confused. He made those stupid tick sounds all the- … Oh, come ON. Really? Of course the reincarnation of Peter Pan would be the one to make those annoying tick-tick-tick sounds when he was bored. Jamie was famous for it among the other face characters, and they’d all thought he was just having a bit of fun with his Peter character. Apparently, not so much.
“You won’t tell anyone because I sure as hell am not making choo choo noises.” Ugh. She shook her head and decided to chance a glance at their surroundings, and immediately regretted it. Bad, bad, bad idea. They were really high up now, the wind nipping at her bare neck and arms, the lights of the world so small below them. At once she tucked her head back into Jamie’s chest. She did not want to get sick at the moment, thank you.
Mia groaned in exasperation. “How many times do I have to tell you, Jamie? I am not your Wendy! I’m not anybody’s Wendy!” She hoped that using his actual name would help in the whole trying to appease him thing, even while she was busy insisting that he was wrong.
Jamie completely missed her reaction, too focused on flying. This actually was the first time he’d ever flown with someone else. While he was fairly confident with his abilities, he figured that if he made some effort to look like he was paying attention, Mia would appreciate it. Or possibly scream at him slightly less.
“Suit yourself,” he said, with another shrug. “Repeat after me, Mia: I think I can, I THINK I CAN. I think I can, I THINK I CAN.” He wasn’t going to stop until she started yelling at him again. Or until his voice gave out. Whichever came first. Besides it gave him a little less to think about, merely going on in a more and more sing-song quality as they neared their destination. If there was a snort in the middle because obviously, she was his Wendy, she deserved it.
Jamie barely got out more then fifteen or twenty seconds of this before Mia went completely bonkers again. “Stop! Oh for the love of all things, stop that right now!” Sure, his voice wasn’t awful or anything, but the repeated phrase was irritating to say the absolute least. She hardly noticed the snort- if she had, there probably would have been even more screaming and a smack involved.
They hadn’t been flying for all that long, and yet it felt like it had been ages and ages to Mia. When you’re clinging to someone for dear life, it can certainly have that effect on you. Sure, he was holding her as well, but she didn’t trust him not to pretend to let her fall just so he could swoop in and “save” her. Ugh. Cocky bastard. “Jamie, where are we going?” She asked, sounding tired and irritable. “Because I really, really would like to get my feet back on the ground again.”
He did cut himself off, smirking as he did so. “It works though,” he sing-songed. “Ever try, Mia? Hmm?” They was a slight increase in speed as he said such, adjusting his grip slightly so his arm was slightly lower on her waist. Dropping her now would be bloody awful.
“Right....” He dragged out the word until his feet reached the rooftop. There was a slight stumble, because of the added weight. “Now. Rooftop work for you?” He released her and tucked his hands behind his back. “Not that you have much of a choice....”
“No, I haven’t tried it. Know why? Because it doesn’t work!” She could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it certainly wasn’t helping to improve her mood. For a moment she was considering adding an insult to that, but then he was picking up speed, so she forgot about that in favor of just clutching at him. Her eyes snapped open when he shifted his arm on her waist, but she decided not to comment on that either.
The second he let go of her she stumbled away from him. Solid ground! Oh, finally! “Honestly, I don’t care what it is so long as isn’t moving,” she told him. Okay, a rooftop. She could deal with that. She had no idea where she was, or what building this was, but there was probably a door or something around here, which meant that she could get downstairs and find a phone to call one of her friends to come and pick her up. Because no way was she staying with the green-tight-wonder over there. “Look, I don’t know what your big plan is, but what ever it may be, forget about it. ‘Cause I’m getting out of here and away from you.” She started stomping around as she searched for a way off of this place, shivering a little. The weather wasn’t all that bad, but with her tank top and damp hair she certainly wasn’t prepared to be outdoors for very long.
“Can’t means nothing,” Jamie sang. “Can’t useless. Say you can’t and you’ll never win. Can’ts for babies-” He shrugged. “It’s all in your mind, Mia. You whine more then Tink ever did.” That should get her. Hopefully.
The pulling away was expected. Jamie took the space to swing his arms, one doing lazy loops, then the other. Once they felt loose, he swung both forwards - not quite as if he was doing Butterfly in a swimming pool (he’d been taught by a delightful redhead at one point how to do that.) but with the same intent. He began swinging backwards, calling over to her. “I needed to know what time. Anywhere near seven? It should be on the sign below. You know how they flash it.” Backwards, double swings - his shoulder sockets were beginning to feel more normal. “And besides, you can’t do that. Unless you’re quitting work.”
Mia made an indignant noise and spun on the spot to glare at Jamie. Oh no he did not just compare her to Tinkerbell. “I am nothing like her!” She shook her head. She wasn’t whining! Was she? No, of course not! If he knew what had happened to her the last time she’d tried to fly, he sure as hell wouldn’t be saying any of this to her. Subconsciously she wrapped her arms around her stomach, digging her fingers into her sides protectively. “I’m just realistic, Davies. I’ve tried before. I thought I could. I just can’t.”
“Honestly? Seriously considering it,” Mia grumbled with annoyance. Yet another one of the many lies she’d told that night. She’d never quit her job working as a face character for Disney World- not until she got too old to do so, at any rate. She loved working there more then words could describe. Shame that Jamie probably knew that and could call her bluff. “And why does it matter if it’s near seven o’clock or not? You’re not making any sense!” She huffed at him in annoyance. Still, she was curious, so she strode over to the side of the building and glanced over the edge. “It’s six fourty-three,” she announced to him. She’d stay long enough for him to explain why the time was so important, but then she was out of there.
“No, of course not,” Jamie soothed. He began to move his arms in opposite directions - one forwards and backwards. Nowhere near as difficult as it looked, but he still checked to see if she was watching. “You’re much, much worse.” At the more denial he merely rolled his eyes. Somebody save him from this idiocy.
“If you transfer, I’ll follow. Or fly. Or MTN. So many options!” He grinned as he said this. He didn’t even touch how much she loved her job. He still hadn’t quite gotten over that she too went about portraying a version of herself. “For a reason~” he said simply. His arms fell. “Ready to go again?”
For a second, Jamie’s attempt to placate her started to work. Then he opened his mouth again and kept going. She threw him a contemptuous look. “First off, I don’t go around trying to get people killed. Second? I would never, ever be jealous of any of the many girls you’ve got hanging all over you all the time.”
“Really,” she said dryly, giving him a considering glance. “I thought I was obnoxious and ‘worse then Tinkerbell.’ If that’s true, then why would you follow me?” A smirk grew on her face at her apparent victory. He was going to have to admit to one of those things being incorrect, and either way she’d win. Mia was annoyed that he wasn’t going to just tell her, but it didn’t matter much. It wasn’t like she cared that much. “No!” She stepped even further away from him. “I am not going anywhere with you again, flying or otherwise! I’m going to find the exit off of the roof, and then I’m going home.” She spun on her heel and started walking towards the corner where she could see a raised surface- the trapdoor to the inside of the building no doubt.
“Got something wrong there. You just tried to push me out of a window, remember? Not to mention the threats of disemboweling and whatnot.” Arms stopped pinwheeling and he gave her a long look. “And besides, that one is just you being in Egypt. De. Nial.” Or so he thought. If he had things down right.
To Jamie’s credit, he did give it some thought. “Amusement, mainly.” The petulance only sent a sigh and he flew over to her, landing just in front of her, arms crossed. “Really? Like this?” His smirk was knowing. “Come on, I want to move closer. We have just enough time to get where we’re headed.”
Mia scowled; she hadn’t really tried to hurt him when she pushed him out of the window. But to admit that would be admitting that all of her threats- the only thing she really had as a defense- meant nothing at all. She shifted a little under his gaze, looking away from him and out to the view instead. “Hardly!” She snorted a little. What a ridiculous notion! Her, liking him. Ha! “I’ll fly on my own before I ever actually like you! Let alone actually admit to something like that.”
Did this guy even know how to do something that didn’t make her furious? Apparently not. “I’m not some game or your toy, you know. I’m a person.” The scowl on her face grew more pronounced as she moved her arms from her stomach so that her hands rested on her hips instead. “Yes, like this. And no. You have enough time to go where you’re headed. I have enough time to get back home before I go to sleep. You see how these things are different?” Rolling her eyes she walked around him. Maybe transferring to Disney Land wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. He wouldn’t really follow her there after all. …Would he?
The lack of reply said Jamie was right. He smirked on, positively giddy with being right. Not that he was ever wrong. No. He was merely delighted with it being proven, yet again. The reply to denial did make him smirk further. “I didn’t say anything about liking,” Jamie said lightly, floating up a little higher for increased height. “Strangely specific denial much?”
“Oh I know,” Jamie said, gesturing to his bruises. Or redness. Jamie didn’t bruise easily. Not something he could really complain about - thanks genetics, or whatever. But it did work against the point he was trying to make here. Eyes rested on visible chest for a long moment - not appraising as much as thinking hard to what she just said. “Not really...” He flew behind her, letting her move. As she neared the edge, he moved right behind her, just at the left ear - her right side was closer to the edge below. “And I’d like to see you try that flying thing.”
With an almost playful nudge, he pushed her towards the edge. It was what Mother Birds did with their chicks after all.
Mia didn’t even have a good response to that beyond glaring at him. She was incredibly tempted to slap him across the cheek, and hopefully get that smirk off of his face right along with it. Jealous tended to go hand in hand with liking someone, after all! It was a logical assumption to make!
She eyed the red marks on his body with something that was a mixture of guilt and pride. On the one hand, he most certainly had that beating coming for a long time. But on the other, she did feel a bit bad for hitting him quite so often and so hard. She wasn’t normally so... Violent. At least around anyone besides her brothers, and that was just regular sibling rough housing. But Jamie just made her lose control on her temper. She could tell that he was flying behind her, but she ignored him, hoping that by doing so he would just go away or something. No such luck.
Fear struck her when he said that. What was that supposed to- and then she found out exactly what it meant when suddenly she was being pushed and fell off of the building’s side. Mia couldn’t even scream. Wind whistled past her ears and her eyes watered as she stared wide eyed at the sky above her, the stars twinkling in a way that could have either been kind or cruel. She was going to die and she knew it. The first time she’d gone off the edge of a roof, some kind of crazy miracle happened and she lived- though only barely. But her luck was probably out, now. She could try and think happy thoughts all she wanted- she tried to focus on her family and work and every good memory she had, but it was useless. Gravity wouldn’t let her go, and this time when she hit the ground, she wouldn’t survive. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for impact.
Jamie hadn’t believed a word of Mia’s earlier denials. His movement to the edge of the building was lazy. He maneuvered onto his stomach, propping his head on his fists as he waited for her to fly and join him already. Possibly apologize too. However, Mia seemed to only fall - in a strange slow motion that could only be attributed to Jamie’s perception. She wasn’t flying. She was going to crash any moment now.
Too dumb to think of anything happy? Too stubborn? Jamie sighed and rolled his eyes, before zooming down to her. Wind rushed past him and he fought the urge to free fall - flying would be faster. And really, he’d rather Mia didn’t die. A foot above the ground, his arms scooped under her and he arced upwards again. He didn’t have so much as a sweat. Merely a grimace on his face as he looked at the girl in his arms.
“You didn’t try hard enough,” he said, flatly before heading in the direction of the seven seas lagoon.
The fall had seemed to take forever and no time at all, and before she was ready, she hit something with a jerk that knocked the air right out of her lungs. But her bones weren’t cracked, she wasn’t screaming in pain, nor was she dead. She was rising upwards, and a pair of strong arms were holding her. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw that it was Jamie who held her, and he certainly didn’t look happy.
“Didn’t try hard enough,” she repeated numbly, hardly giving any inflection to her words. Everything sounded a bit odd. ‘Maybe I’m going into shock,’ she mused to herself. It certainly wouldn’t be surprising, considering that she’d just had a near repeat performance of the worst day of her life and had nearly died again as a result. “Oh, yes. Of course. I didn’t try hard enough to keep from dying.” She didn’t even bother trying to cling to him as desperately as before- just one hand grasping at his shirt. Her other arm was wound around her stomach again. Mia gazed at the sky unblinkingly, not really seeing any of it. “I told you I couldn’t fly. You act like I don’t want to at all. Like I’m doing all of this on purpose.” It was a stark contrast between her usual angry exclamations about flying. It almost sounded as though she was speaking about something as trivial as the weather in Peru as opposed to the thing she’d wanted to be able to do since she’d become a reincarnate.
The position was suspiciously close, but Jamie wasn’t paying much attention to it. He adjusted his grip so she was at more of an angle, but she was still bridal style in his arms. His expression was flat, hard - disappointed even. It didn’t stop his flying (they were over Disney, they were going to see the fireworks) but it was hard to miss how he looked.
“No,” he said, in that same tone as before. “You didn’t. You would have flown if you had.” Duh. Any moron could see that. “And you are, clearly. You didn’t try at all there.” For Jamie, flying was as natural as breathing. She clearly wasn’t trying. Look at how she was speaking right now!
“Yes I did,” she insisted, though it hardly had any of her usual fight behind it. “I thought about my brothers. And I thought about playing Wendy and Alice at Disney. And I thought about Wendy’s memories of flying. I just... Can’t.” She tried to focus on what was going on, but it was difficult to do so. Jamie was mad- really mad- that much she could tell. And... They were over Disney. She tried to focus on that.
“I don’t want to go back to work right now. I want to go home.” She leaned her head against Jamie’s chest. These two things were probably the biggest signs of something not being entirely right with her- she wouldn’t have said ‘back to work’ under normal circumstances, she would have just said ‘back to Disney,’ as she hardly considered it work. Second, she never would have willingly chosen to practically snuggle up against Jamie Davies of all people.