Love and Pixe Dust

Disclaimer: Ah-kay… Let’s see. I do not own even the tiniest bit of anything that has anything to do with Never Land. Although I do have a crazy fascination with Walt Disney’s interpretation of the story of Peter Pan. So other than the above fact, this storyline is completely and entirely my own as are all of the characters.


Love and Pixie Dust
-Chapter 1-

“You’re wrong! There’s no such thing. You should know better than to believe in childish stories like that.” A little boy sat in the corner trying his hardest not to cry as his brother scolded him. He summoned courage to look his brother in the eyes, “It’s true. You read it too! It’s there, they all found it, and their daddy said it wasn’t real too!”

The older brother sighed and knelt down in front of the boy, “Korin, it’s just a story for children. Just because it’s in a book doesn’t make it real. It’s just for fun and imagination. You have to stop trying to get there you’re going to get yourself hurt.” Korin jumped up and grabbed the book from him, “It’s not just a story! Never Land is there and I’m going to find it!” “Give me that!”

“Chaic! You let Korin be, you hear? You’ve tormented him enough for tonight.” Chaic grabbed the book and threw it, “He’s trying to get to Never Land again! You know he’s wrong, now tell him. Maybe he’ll listen to you. It’s just a story someone wrote, that’s all.”

Korin began to cry as he crawled toward his book, “Chaille, you know it’s there. You wanted to go too, I know it.” Chaille smiled down at Korin, “Everyone has a Never Land. I would love to go there someday too.” Chaic balled his fists, “What? You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Stop it! Stop it right now!” All three children stopped and stared at the woman standing in the doorway. She was a small, sickly woman who looked like she hadn’t seen the light of day for months. “We’re sorry Mother,” Chaic bowed his head and the other two nodded their apologies. She stared at them as if they were dirt, “Go to bed all of you. I don’t want to hear another word out of either of you, do you understand?” “Yes, Mother.”

Their mother slammed the door, leaving them to put themselves to bed. Korin walked over to Chaille and hugged her leg, “Why is Mommy always so angry at us?” Chaille hugged him in return, “She’s not angry, Korin. She’s just sad.” “Because of Daddy?” Tears welled up in her eyes, “Yes, because of Daddy.” Korin smiled, “I miss him too. When is he coming back? He sure had a lot of boxes. Where’d he go this time?”

Chaille took his hand, “Korin, Daddy went…” Chaic shook his head and put his hand on Korin’s shoulder, “He went to Never Land, buddy.” Korin smiled and batted at his brother, “Hey. You said you didn’t believe in that story.” Chaic giggled, “Well even I lie sometimes.”

“We better get to bed before she comes back down.” Korin tugged at his brother’s shirt, “Chaic. I want to sleep with you tonight. Please, just for tonight.” He picked him up, “Sure buddy.” He dropped him on the bed playfully and tickled him to hear his baby brother’s infectious giggling then tucked him in and climbed in alongside him. “Good night you two.” “Good night Chaille!”

Chaic lay there quietly, waiting for Korin to fall asleep. He looked around the room observing everything as if he’d just seen it for the first time. The room wasn’t small, but it had next to nothing there to fill it. Their mother never worked before, only their father. He was a business man; the kind that wouldn’t spend a penny if he didn’t have to.

He bought their three bedroom house two years ago because he didn’t want to pay rent every month. So he found the smallest, cheapest house he could find. The pathetic man used the third bedroom for his own office instead of a room for his children. Anything he spent was for his own use only, or to keep up appearances. He made sure his family was wealthily dressed for the public, but no one was allowed over because of their dump of a home.

Finally he decided it wasn’t good enough for him so he left. He said he couldn’t take anyone with him because they wouldn’t like it where he was going. Chaic clenched his teeth. He had always been so full of lies. ‘You couldn’t believe a word he ever said,’ he thought to himself. Chaic looked at his baby brother. Korin was always so calm and peaceful. So trusting. Their father told Korin he’d come back for him someday. Korin didn’t really know where he’d gone.

Korin was only six; he didn’t understand what it meant yet that his father wasn’t coming back. Chaic smiled. Korin looked just like their father. Short blonde hair, emerald green eyes. And he would be very tall by the time he was done growing. He would be tall, but he’ll always be a scrawny little boy.

Chaic giggled a bit then looked over to his sister. She was beautiful, just like their mother when she was young. She had long, wavy auburn hair and the same emerald green eyes as the rest of their family shared. She and her mother were just as scrawny as Korin, but they were rather short.

Chaic’ smiled faded as he thought about how much his brother and sister looked like their parents. Chaic didn’t look like any of their family. Chaille would always try to make him feel better by telling him how much he looked like the picture of their grandfather. What she didn’t know, thought, that the man in the picture was supposed to be their father’s step-father, but Chaic went along with it anyway to make her happy. Chaic had coal black hair that he always kept short and slightly spiked. As for his eyes, they were a deep, icy blue. And he was not tall like his father but quite a bit taller than his mother. He doubted he would ever pass six foot.

He always felt so lost in his family, like he didn’t belong with them. But then again, every eighteen year old boy thought the same thing about his family. Something about the denial of belonging to that kind of gene pool. Chaic chuckled a bit at the thought.

Chaic sighed as he thought again about his baby brother. He was so innocent; he had no idea about what was really going on in their lives. Sometimes he wished Korin was right about Never Land and they could all just run away there and their father would be right there waiting. And their mother… She was sick. Something in her head is all anyone could ever tell them. They had a nurse that lived with them on a permanent basis to make sure everyone stayed safe.

Chaille is the only one that doctors would tell anything to, and she would always come back with the same news. No one knew what was really wrong with her. She was always angry and irritable always losing and forgetting things like her name. Most doctors just decided that she had to be developing Alzheimer’s, but other doctors said she was too young for that, that she just lost it when her husband left them.

“Chaic, stop it.” Chaic sat up and looked across the room into darkness, “What? I didn’t do anything!” “Stop thinking and go to sleep. It’s not safe for anyone when you start to think.” Chaic frowned indignantly but decided to leave well enough alone and lay back down. As hard as he fought to stay awake, he quickly drifted off into the night.