When Rain Happened

"He had another seizure?" I whisper harshly.

James nods, from where he leans over the bucket, drooling into it. "It wasn't as bad as the last time though. He just stood there staring, smacking his lips together before he realised what was going on."

"His fever has been through the roof." Robert wheezes.

"You don't need to talk about me like I'm not here." Max moans.

His skin has gone sickly. If he looked like sleeping beauty before, now he looks like cling wrap. Translucent and stretched thin over his body.

"Sorry," I say. I'm not sorry. "But you really need rest."

"It's only escalating." Robert says. "Tomorrow with any luck, I'll be seizing."

"That's not the kind of think you say "with any luck" about." James's voice is hoarse. I can only imagine how raw his throat must be.

"I meant so that we know that's how it works in everyone's bodies." He explains. "If tomorrow I begin to bleed internally, or get hives all over my body, then we have a problem."

I scratch my neck. "I don't know how I feel about watching you all have seizures."

That was too emotional. Never again.

"I told you that you shouldn't be in here." Robert warns me, his voice like a whistle.

"What are you going to do about it?" I ask.

"I'll make you sick is what I'll do." He coughs once, as he attempts to chuckle.

I shrug. "I feel like it's not air born. Otherwise everybody would have it. I get the vibe that you have to accidentally ingest it. You know, like pink eye."

"How do you think you get pink eye?" Robert demands.

"You know what I meant." I said. "Physical contact. And by no means am I going to have any contact with your bodily fluids."

"All the same, he'd feel better if you left." James laughs, lowering the bucket. "You know Robert, once he gets his mind worked up one way, you can't change it. Not even slightly. You're lucky if-"

"I get it." He wheezes. "I'd throw a pillow at you, but mine is too valuable."

"I dropped the dinner off, is there anything else you guys want?" I cut it.

As much as I like them, it's probably only making Robert worse to make him talk. We don't need another Steven. Another dead boy.

"No," James says. "If we need anything I'll come and get you."

He hasn't touched his dinner, and I doubt he will. There's nothing like constant vomiting to turn you off from eating. If there's nothing to throw up, what can you throw up?

I tell them goodnight and I exit the tent. The sun is setting early tonight, it has already begun to disappear behind the trees.

"How are they?" Harry's voice rings out.

His hands rub together as he waits for my answer.

"They'll be alright." I tell them. "Not too much to worry about. They are doing much better today."

"That's what happened with the Spanish Flu." Alex alerts me. "You look fine and then suddenly you die."

"You're old enough to remember the Spanish Flu?" I ask. "I didn't know you lived through the First World War? Didn't you say you were older than that?"

"Devin told me about it." He says. "That happened after my time."

Right, that's what I thought.

I turn, walking past them.

"Aren't you supposed to be with them at all times?" Alex demands, crossly.

"Robert asked me to leave them," I say. "But if you want to go yell at a sick boy and simply make him irritable, by all means go ahead."

A smirk sneaks its way on to my face as I walk off. Can't argue with that, now can he? I'm sure he'll manage to find a way, but for now I'll relish in my victory.

I don't exactly know where I'm headed, but I decide it should be the beach. The walk takes a few minutes, and by the time I get there the sun is already gone from the sky. I'm not quite used to the night, but I do love it. Something about shadows and secrets appeals to me.

The beach has even grown on me.

The trees rustle in the breeze that is picking up, wrapping itself around the island. I hear someone trudge up behind me, so I place my hand in my coat, resting it on the dagger inside.

I'm almost surprised when I see Pan sitting down next to me. Only so because I assumed he teleports everywhere. Walking doesn't seem to be his style.

"You control the weather?" I try to solidify the fact.

He nods. "And the time of day, might I add."

"So, you're causing the wind?" I ask.

The wind stops, and so do the sounds of the forest. Everything quiets around us. Even the ocean is still, daring not to make a sound.

"Not intentionally," he tells me, only no realising the wind was going.

I laugh. Right, accidentally changing the weather; no biggie. When I actually spend time to think about all the things Pan does, and can do, I can't help but agree that he should be in power here. Power is only scary if you are afraid of the person who wields it.

"So, is that why it never rains?" I ask. "Because you don't let it?"

He smirks. "Rain puts a damper on everything. Not much fun I think. There's not much you can do."

"I think it's all the more fun." I tell him. "Trying to fight while sloshing around in the rain. Everyone covered in mud. It's dramatic."

"It's impractical." He tells me. "Rain gets all up in everything. It makes it hard to see, and hard to win."

"Well, if we go to war," I tell him. "Promise that you'll make it rain at least during one fight? I've been looking for my own Passchendaele you know?"

I know he won't get the reference, since the war was after his time. Still, as horrible as Passchendaele was, a fight through the mud and rain is something I'd love.

"I don't do promises." He says. "I do deals. And besides, you'll already be gone by the time the war comes around, so what should it matter? That is, if you win the bet."

He's right. And I don't plan on losing, or at least, I don't actively plan on it. I'm not all that sure I want to leave anymore, but it feels like what I'm supposed to do.

I stand up, peering down at him. "Make it rain now then."

"What?" He laughs.

"You heard me. Make it pour." I tell him. "I haven't seen rain in however long I've been here, and if you're as powerful as you say you are, it shouldn't be a problem."

He cocks a grin. "You're a funny one."

I shrug. "I may be funny, but I'd appreciate it-"

A crack of thunder in the sky stops me in my tracks. I start to laugh. At first, water trickles down, landing on me a few drops at a time. Mere seconds later I stand in the midst of a down pour.

I desperately want to shed my thick cloak and hat. Although, I'd rather prefer to keep my gender secret. I miss the way the cold drops feel trailing along my skin. I've always loved the rain, I wish I could make it happen more often.

The rain pelts against my forehead, as I stare up at the sky. Cold and crisp and new. I step into the water, as I watch lighting flashes behind me. I leap out, as it strikes surface. Before stepping back in.

"Isn't lightning attracted to water?" Pan asks from behind me. "Doesn't seem very smart to go in."

"Well then don't let the lightning hit the water." I stick my tongue out. "You're controlling it after all."

The water is cold, and fills my boots. I'm so happy I bought a pair that are fake leather. So far, they've been able to withstand everything, and I've been completely submerged three times.

Though they are peeling and dirty, they'll last me for the next six days.

The water reaches below my knees. I attempt to splash Pan from where he sits up on the shore, but fall short. He's too far away for me to have any success in drenching him, but the thought is there. I'm surprised at how playful it is, how I am. I'm not one to tease people, at least not while smiling. What's gotten in to me?

"Seems a bit redundant to want to splash me." He admits, stepping forward. "Since I'm soaking wet."

He looks awfully ridiculous with his hair plaster down against his forehead. His green eyes shine only slightly in the dark, and I can only barely make out the colour. He has his arms crossed over his broad chest. Even his shirt is tinted dark by the rain.

It may be ridiculous, but he looks intimidating. Everything that surrounds us is dark, and even though everything he wears blends into the shadows, he still manages to stand-out. He shouldn't by all means, but I can't help but have my eyes drawn on to his.

"You're no fun anymore," I tease. "All hard work and no play- and don't give me any of that war crap. You could have the Natives killed in three seconds flat if you really wanted them gone."

"War is entertaining," he admits, "and besides, who said anything about the war being between us and the Natives. Like you said, I could have them killed in three seconds flat. They aren't any threat."

'You don't find anything threatening." I laugh, trying to splash water at him again. "Not even things you should. Especially not things you should."

He transports himself closer to me, grabbing my hand in the air. Preventing me from splashing him.

"You're the one who said it was futile to try and splash you." I stick my tongue out. "Why are you trying to stop my fun?"

"It's so annoying." He chuckles. "You aren't going to get me any wetter than I already am."

He still hasn't let go of my hand, so I rip it out of his grip. He peers down at me from above, dark hair plastered against a shadowed face. Has his jawline always been the strong.

"Don't get me started on annoying," I sigh. "Have you met yourself?"

"I could just make it stop rain." He raises his voice over the harsh drops. It's becoming so hard it's difficult to hear.

I shove him backwards, but he manages to catch himself before he falls in the water. It wasn't harsh, and was more playful than anything. "You wouldn't dare."

He shrugs. "I would just to bug you."

The moonlight hits is eyes a funny ay when he says it. There's water droplets caught in his eyelashes, and his hair. They also trail down his face. It's like a painting.

"You're only good for being annoying you know." I laugh. "The mighty Peter Pan, using all his time and energy to bug a little Lost Boy. You've got better things to do with your time."

He shrugs. "I don't think you know how pleasing it is to annoy you."

I take a few steps back, before kicking my leg up to splash him. He stops the water in mid-air, before letting it all hit the ground in one giant splash.

"Don't be such a stickler." I flash my tongue at him. "Come on Pan, live a little."

"Live?" He laughs. "I am living."

~~~~~

This was short, but I love it. It originally was only 1500 words, but I wrote 500 more. Just for you. I love the rain, and I love this scene. Everything about it, makes my heart thump. I can't wait for the season finale.

If you liked it too, let me know. What would you like to see from a scene involving them? I love hearing from you.

I wrote a lot this weekend, so I'm thinking an update Wednesday would be nice.

As always, feel pretty, and I'll see you Wednesday.