Jim Hawkins, Wendy Darling, Ariel Triton, Peter Pan -- and their children. THE NEXT GENERATION OF DISNEY AND NON DISNEY CHARACTERS!
Return of high school, Magic Bag of Tricks, shadow working magic... death of Fantasia.
Once and for all: will the rea...
Chapter 154: The Mind is More Vulnerable than Flesh
Jim couldn't sleep until he knew Wendy was home.
Once she was home it was basically morning, so there wasn't much point in going to bed. Jim paced between the kitchen and foyer, respectively looking for coffee grounds and staring at the bloodstained sidewalk until Wendy, also plagued by insomnia, joined him.
They had hardly a moment to talk before Agent Bubbles punched the doorbell. It was time to go to the CIA.
"Can you watch the children?" Wendy asked as Bubbles shooed them into a government vehicle. "If you can't, I can call Michael or John -- "
"Shut up, of course I'll watch them." Jim threw her coat. "Let me know what you find out."
"Thank you! Make sure Michaleen does his exercises, won't you? Nana will probably need to go out as well. And make sure Gwen eats! Oh and Michaleen likes to snuggle in the morning – "
The door shut. As Bubbles drove them away, Ariel asked if they could stop for pumpkin spice lates: apparently anyone who wasn't a sadist needed caffeine this early in the morning. Peter carried the motion while Wendy texted her remaining instructions to Jim.
Exhaustion hit Jim like a steam engine locomotive. Moderately comforted that the guardians were collaborating with the CIA, he turned from the bloodstained lamppost and went inside to nap before breakfast.
Michaleen was at the base of the rainbow slide, his little lip puckered.
"Where'd Mommy go?"
Jim knelt. "She went to help King Arthur catch a bad guy. Have you heard of Oogie Boogie?"
"Yes, the monster."
"Well your mom is one who can defeat him. She's meeting with King Arthur now, just like the Avengers meet with Nick Fury. So we get to hang out today. That's pretty cool, right?"
Michaleen nodded but his lower lip still quivered.
Jim rubbed his nephew's little legs. This kid was a stage five mamma's boy.
"Do you want to watch Teen Titans?" he asked.
Michaleen said he did, but they didn't watch long. When Gwen came downstairs an hour later, she found them asleep on the couch. Michaleen was tucked against Jim's side, while Morph snoozed on the armrest.
Gwen went to the foyer. She put on her sneakers. After kissing Nana's nose, she left for her morning run. Stomach curling, she darted by the bloodstained lamppost. It looked like someone had spilled red Kool-Aid over the base.
Shivering, Gwen took out her phone. Better be ready to call 911, just in case.
Her phone had two unread messages. One was from Jak, brusquely stating that he would not be training at the beach. He was at the CIA, investigating Aelius' attack.
Gwen sniffed. The text was chilly at best.
The second message was from Drake. Gwen tried not to smile at the three words he sent:
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