One-Upped You

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Author's note: Yeah, first ROTG fic! I had this idea and wanted to test the waters with it. Let's see how this plays out.

Warnings: Slash (boy x boy) ; Spoilers (added for caution) ; Slight OOC (also added just for caution) ; aside from Jack/Jamie (who is in his late teens in this fic) there will probably be some variation of Peter slash but at worst it'll just be teases. I haven't decided this yet, so I'm just putting it as a warning in advance just in case.

Prologue

Let me let you in on something folks.

Peter Pan is very real.

That is to say, he is just as real as North, Sandy, Bunnymund, Tooth and – last but certainly not least – Jack Frost. The latter mentioned character being of particular importance.

Now you see, while Jack Frost and Peter Pan had everything to get along like the closest of brothers, they...didn't. On the contrary, their very similarities – penchant for fun, childlike endeavors, immortality (well that was a given for all the fantastic creatures), rejection of adulthood – was the very spark which set off what started as a small rivalry flame then escalated into something much more aggressive, well beyond the solitary flame it once was, as the years went by.

And three-hundred-plus years is a lot of years.

To lay-down the situation bluntly, basically both Peter and Jack always felt the need to prove themselves better than the other. Their characteristic similarities were so alike it were as if both of them felt there was no room for an "extra" of themselves, hence forth, a feud to settle who was the better "Spirit of Fun" was born. A feud neither of which the likes could ever win, as the rivalry evolved to the point where it was more about seeing not just who could out-prank the other, but how they out-pranked the other. With every new endeavor one boy played on the other, as an unspoken, assumed rule, the victim always had to outplay the offender, serving them double what they had last dished out. Creativity in royally pissing the other off – or humiliating the other – was the key to this game.

To paraphrase, whenever one would set-up the other, the victim would later have their way back by taking his revenge in some form – all the while trying to top-up what was last done to them. Rinse and repeat.

Telling you all about the chaotic schemes and altercations this rivalry had brought through-out their three-hundred-plus years of goofing about would be endless, maybe worthy of a separate story of its own. So instead, I will tell you about a one paticular concocted scheme which Peter Pan – after a rather devasting coup-de-folie from yours truly Jack – was about to play out as payback.

Through way of being a little bit more tactful and resourceful as opposed to immediately acting brashly, Peter discovered a new perspective through which he could strike at Jack differently. And it was all through the little protégé that Jack had apparently been fond of that his scheme would enroll. The idea was simple: win over Jack's favorite little boy through luring him into the wonders of Neverland. Show him the real way to have fun. Show him that snow and ice skating and whatever lame ass thing Jack did to impress the kids of the regular world had nothing compared to roary drunken Pirates, beautiful Mermaids and actual real-life Indians.

And, ultimately, show him that he was the better Fantastic Best Friend. Filling in Jack Frost's place with himself was the ultimate goal.

So it is on that note how our story begins.

Since this is merely the prologue, it is naturally small. Later chapters will definitely be a lot more longer. Anyway thanks for reading!