This all started as a joke but quickly got serious, here's to everything that started as a joke.
xx Ix3
"Holly... Where am I?" All he remembered was having a fight with Rumplestiktskin an then, well... Nothing else. But for some reason he didn't want to remember what had happened. Suddenly, something flew by and almost hit him. "What the hell?" He argued. There was an arrow stuck on a tree behind him.
Pan reached out and pulled it out, then inspecting the tip. Poison. He could smell it all over the arrow, and a wide smile grew on his face. He knew where he was. Peter Pan was home.
A bery annoying noise could be heard in the distance and, without thinking about it, the boy ducked, just in time for the arrow that had been meant for his heart to hit the same tree as before. "Those fuckers!" He cursed under his breath before taking off running. He had no idea how long he had been gone but the lost boys had certainly been working on their aim.
He looked around while running and it looked like the island hadn't changed at all. The marks he and the lost boys had done on some trees while practicing were still there. As soon as he saw the marks, he knew exactly where he was… He could hear them talking but there was a sudden silence that told him he was screwed. "Shit." He cursed, running to the highest tree he could find and climbing it. While sitting on top of the tree he could see the entire Neverland. Home. But soon he realized that something was wrong… It wasn't entirely the same as when he left. "The lost boys are… Organized? No… They are!" Talking to himself. The lost boys had a new leader. "Jeez, I've only been gone for…" As he was saying that, something made him fall off the tree. The lost boys were… Kidnapping him?
"Take him to camp. Unharmed. You heard what she said." The amount of things that sounded wrong in that sentence were unbelievable but all he could pay attention to was the voice.
"Felix!" He barked, struggling against all the hands that were holding him down.
"Stop." The blond heard the other say before he crashed against the floor. He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking around at all the familiar faces that were looking right back at him, slowly changing as they realized who was facing them.
"Pan?" Felix asked, stepping closer to him.
"No, it's Santa." Peter rolled his eyes, getting up on his feet. "Of course it's me, you bloody idiot." The other boy widened his stance and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Perhaps… Or maybe not! I have many things to do before I die, so no!"
"Stop. This is Peter Pan." As these words were spoken, everyone stopped to look at him.
"Pan?!" It's like he had been gone for hears but to him it had only been a couple of weeks.
"Yes?"
"You are alive!" The happiness echoed among the lost boys. "We thought you were gone for good."
"Wait a minute, how long have I been gone?"
"A year, give or take."
"What?!" How could that be possible? Only weeks had passed while he was in Storybrook so how could it have been a year?
"Give him space." Demanded a familiar female voice from behind the crowd.
Red curls appeared behind him, he was struggling to see her face. He was so sure he knew her… Her voice was so familiar.
"So you are Peter Pan, the fearless and evil Peter Pan." The red haired girl was walking around him. "You don't look evil to me… You're just a boy." She turned her back on him and grabbed an arrow.
"Well, you're just a girl too so…" He was teasing her, he was trying to se her face.
She turned to him and pointed her arch with a poisoned arrow to his chest.
"This girl could kill you."
Damn, he was so sure he knew her, her face and was familiar, her voice, her blue eyes… Peter had seen her before in his life, but where?
Peter, wake up! He thought and realized he was seconds away from being killed. One hear before he would never have been in that situation, and even if he were, he would be free in less than a second, but now his magic was gone and so were the lost boys.
"But she won't." He defied with a smirk on his face, "If she did, she wouldn't have come all this way just to make sure they wouldn't do it." He nodded his head towards the lost boys. They were all looking at him like he was made of crystal and could break at any time.
"Don't tempt me Pan." The red haired warned, pulling the string on her bow back. Peter pan was not one to retreat and run and that would not be a first. Walking towards her, he got close enough to touch the arrow, and as he was reaching for it, she let go of the string. The arrow barely missed his ear.