A/N: Well hello thar! So I just got the idea for this story yesterday and I thought, hey, what tha heck. Why not. It's Peter Pan x OC, humor and romance. I know a lot of people dislike OCs (including me) but please give this story a chance. DUDE. CHANCEEEES ARE THAR FOR THE TAKING. :D

Anyway if you're a person who reads my other fics, the reason I'm just randomly popping up with a new story and I haven't updated any of my other stories in a while is BECAUSE I just moved and we didn't have internet connection until now. So yarr. I'll try to work on Stuck On A Berg and Welcome To My Life this week. I PROMISE!

I don't own OUAT. D:

Chapter 1 - Escape

Izzie was a girl of action. She didn't like being told what to do, and even more importantly, she didn't like being told how to do what to do whatever it was to do. SO that's exactly why she punched the neighborhood bully, Kevin Kevinston, in the face. Because he was being a butthead and telling her how to do stuff which she OBVIOUSLY already knew how to do. Psh.

Anyway, so she punched him and he ran away crying, making her smirk in satisfaction.

"Serves him right, that jerk." After that she biked home to see if a late dinner was waiting for her in the fridge. (She always waited until late to go home, for 2 good reasons). Hint: mom and dad

Not only was dinner not ready, but there was a party going on at her house that her parents had apparently forgotten to tell her about. Izzie squeezed through the front door (the front hallway was completely crowded with dancing people that she didn't even know) and made her way as fast as she could towards the living room, trying to avoid any body contact.

As soon as she found her parents in the living room (wearing million dollar outfits and dancing a long with more people Izzie didn't know), she crossed her arms and waited until they noticed her.

She waited. And waited.

And waited.

The music was pumping so loud she thought her ear drums might pop.

"Oh, honey! There you are!" Her mom said, finally noticing her.

Izzie glared at her, not bothering to hide the anger.

"We're having a party tonight, pumpkin, so you can just order some pizza." Her father said, smiling like everything was all fine and dandy.

They went back to their party.

Wow. Just wow. This is so like them, Izzie thought, the anger boiling inside her like a pot of stew.

"I don't want pizza for dinner. I've had it the last three nights in a row." She told them, placing her hands on her hips.

They didn't seem to hear her.

"By the way, I'm failing Algebra 2. And Physics. AND Medical Science."

Her parents were less then oblivious; dancing the night away in each other's arms.

"I punched Kevin Kevingston in the face!" Izzie practically yelled. "And I think I broke his freaking nose!"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Izzie was about to turn and leave when she felt her mom's hand on her arm. She turned back around, her chest filling with sudden hope.

"Isabel, would you stop making all that racket? We're trying to host a party. Go to your room or something, gosh."

Izzie's hopeful face completely broke. She tore away from her mother's touch and ran as fast as she could to her bedroom, pushing random people out of the way. As soon as she got there she slammed the door, locked it, and fell on the ground against her bed.

As hard as she tried to keep the tears in and as strong as she tried to be, there had been too much pain for far too long. Izzie burst out with everything she had been holding in for her entire life. The tears, the truth, the torture; everything. It all came rushing out in one sick, cruel emotion:

Loneliness.

Izzie was alone, and she knew it. Her parents didn't love her. They didn't give a CRAP about her. They had reminded her only time and time again that she was their "accident" child, their big "mistake", and then laughed in her face as if it was just a joke. But it was true, and she knew it.

All the friends she ever had were backstabbers and liars. She never understood why people- teenagers, even- could be so cruel, but they were, and because of that very fact she had no friends. At least not any more.

The only person she ever truly cared about had broken her heart and torn it to shreds. Left her for another girl.

Izzie cried into her blankets, wondering why things had to be the way they were. Why was she even born into this family? She didn't belong there. No. She did NOT belong there. But then... where did she belong?

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Izzie's face snapped up. She stared at her window, the source of the creepy tapping sound. What the heck was that? She thought.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Well I definitely know who it's NOT, she thought sarcastically, wiping her tears away and standing up.

The tapping continued. Downstairs, the party and the ridiculously loud music also continued. Izzie bit her lip.

TAP. TAP. TAP

The 16 year old's curiosity got the better of her and she walked right up towards her window. She opened the blinds but frowned. All she saw was the pale moon and the dark sky that surrounded it. Yet the tapping continued.

Okay, creepy...

She opened the window.

Floating just outside her bedroom window was a man's shadow, a dark shadow that immediately held its hand out to Izzie as soon as her window was open.

"HOLY CRAP!" She yelled, scared and shocked and excited all at the same time.

The shadow motioned for Izzie to grab his hand, still floating there in her window.

"DUDE! What... what ARE you?!"

The shadow remained silent.

Suddenly a thought entered Izzie's head, seemingly out of nowhere.

Peter Pan.

"Are you... Peter Pan's shadow?"

The shadow motioned again for her to take his hand.

Izzie stopped talking and realized what was actually going on. This was Peter Pan's shadow, at her window, in the middle of the night, and asking her to go with him... to Neverland!

She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe it. This was a fairytale, a story she grew up loving to hear. This was her FAVORITE bedtime story.

And now it was real.

"I can't believe you're real!" Izzie told the shadow excitedly, not being able to contain her excitement. "I grew up thinking Neverland and Peter Pan were myths and now that I see you right here in my window I realize-"

Izzie stopped abruptly.

She turned to look at her bedroom door, locked, keeping anybody out. As if anybody would come in anyway, she thought.

Her parents were downstairs hosting their stupid party. They wouldn't notice if she left for one night. Heck, they wouldn't even notice if she left for a week!

She turned back to the shadow, who was still waiting for her to grab his hand. A newfound excitement took pit in her stomach, and without another thought, she ran back into her bedroom, grabbed a purse, shoved a few essential items inside it, threw it over her shoulder, and then ran back to the window.

She looked down for a second, anger bubbling inside her stomach. Izzie didn't belong in this place, with these people. Maybe, just maybe, she would be going to a place where she DID belong.

She looked up, grabbed the shadow's hand, and never looked back.

The landing was rough.

Peter Pan's shadow literally dropped her off in the middle of Neverland, but either he miscalculated where he wanted to drop her off or he just did it on purpose, because she fell straight down a landslide and then landed in a small clearing.

There was a lot of dirt and mud on her blue skinny jeans and T shirt, and a lot of twigs and leaves in her long wavy auburn hair, but other then that she was ok. She stood up and observed the area around her, but it was still dark outside so it was kind of hard to see.

Izzie buffed in irritation.

"So I come all this way to Neverland and you just drop me in the middle of nowhere?" She yelled out loud, wondering where the shadow had floated off to.

All the sudden she heard footsteps walking towards her; twigs cracking and leaves crunching underneath their feet. She had a pretty good idea who it would be, but she kept her cautions up just in case.

She looked up as a small group of boys walked out of the jungle, a couple of them holding torches. The oldest one and the one leading the group, 17 years old and wearing a black hood, stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Izzie.

"What the? A girl?"

All the other boys stopped immediately when he said this and looked up at her to see for their selves. Expressions of confusion and shock came over their faces.

"What's wrong? Haven't you ever seen a girl before?" Izzie asked, placing her hands on her hips and frowning. "And aren't you guys supposed to be a bit... I don't know, younger? Not that I'm complaining." She remembered The Lost Boys being a lot younger, although she did note that there were some boys that were as young as 10 years of age there, ranging to 17. But 10 looked about as young as it got.

The guy with the hood completely ignored her. He looked outraged. "A GIRL?" He repeated, glaring at her like she was the cause of all his problems. "Why did the shadow choose a girl? What is the meaning of this?"

"Maybe it was an accident?" Another boy, a freckled brunette who was probably around 11, suggested.

"There are no accidents in Neverland, ya newb." Somebody else said, rolling his eyes.

"Well then what the heck is a girl doing here?"

"Pan is NOT going to be happy."

"That's for sure. After what happened with Wendy-"

"Everybody shut up!" The oldest one yelled, coming out of his momentary funk.

Izzie raised her eyebrow at all of them, completely confused at what they were even talking about. Chose her for what? And why would Pan be mad if she was there? Did it have something to do with Wendy Darling?

The one with the black hood walked towards her. "What's your name?" He demanded.

Izzie crossed her arms and glared at him. "It's Izzie. What's yours?"

The boy smirked. "Felix. I see-"

"Well then, Fartface, I see you don't know what the word "manners" means. And I take it you've never heard of a breath mint, either?"

The boys behind Felix started laughing, and he quickly twisted his head back and glared at them. They immediately became silent.

Felix turned back to Izzie.

She smiled.

The smirk slowly crept back onto Felix's face.

"Very funny, Izzie, but humor won't save you in this situation."

Izzie frowned at him.

"What do you mean? Save me from what?"

"I don't know WHY the shadow chose you to come to Neverland, but I don't care. Girls aren't allowed here. That is Pan's only rule. As soon as I find the shadow, you are going straight back to where you came from-"

"What?!" Izzie asked, shock and desperation laced into her voice. "No! You- you can't do that, I just got here!"

Felix stared at her with disbelief, his eyebrow raised.

"You... want to stay here? You don't miss your home?"

Izzie stared at HIM with disbelief. "Are you insane? Of course I want to stay here! I wanna stay here for the rest of my life- please, Felix, you can't send me back to my parents! I hate my parents- they don't care about me at all!" She stared into Felix's eyes, begging him to let her stay.

Something in Felix's eyes changed immediately, and it took her a few seconds to recognize it. Understanding. Had Felix hated his parents too, before he came to Neverland? Maybe they didn't care about him, like her own parents for her.

A few seconds went by, and she waited for his response. The Lost Boys behind them waited, wondering what would happen next.

Felix finally gave his reply. It was quiet but stern.

"I won't send you back to your parents, but that's not up to me. We must go to Pan. Only he can make that decision." Felix gave her one last fleeting stare before turning back and walking into the woods. The Lost Boys followed him. One of them, the 11 year old with the freckles, motioned her to follow them.

She smiled at him and followed, hoping that her escape to Neverland hadn't been for nothing.

They arrived at base camp.

There was a huge bonfire and a lot more boys then Izzie though there would be. They were sitting or standing around the fire, eating dinner, talking and laughing and whatnot.

Felix led the small group plus Izzie (who was walking at the very back of their group, not very noticeable because of her shortness) across the camp and towards Peter Pan. He was leaning against a tree and watching the approaching group.

Felix walked up to him. Peter smiled his impish, evil smile.

"You're finally back. Please tell me you're here with our newest lost boy; the heart of the truest believer?"

Felix tried not to gulp.

"Well... not exactly."

Pam's expression didn't change.

"What do you mean 'not exactly'?"

Felix turned around and motioned for the group of boys to spread out. They did, revealing the newest lost boy- or, lost girl. She stood there eating a bowl of noodles that she somehow managed to snatch from by the fire. When she realized all eyes were on her, her eyes went wide and she looked up at Pan. Her cheeks were puffed out with a mouth full of food and a noodle was falling out of her mouth.

"Um... Hi." She tried to say, but it just sounded like gibberish.

Pan's expression changed.

He stared at her. Furious. Absolutely furious.

Izzie gulped down her food. "So, uh, I'm like new and stuff. Yeah... awkward."

"What is a GIRL doing here?!" Peter yelled at Felix, ceasing all noise and activity going on anywhere else. All eyes were on him.

Izzie's heart sank. She was getting sent back home for sure.

"I don't know," Felix said calmly, getting ready to explain. "She was there in the clearing when we found her, no one else-"

"I thought I made myself clear- NO MORE GIRLS."

"I know that. Your shadow chose her, not me."

Peter Pan stopped at this, turning his attention back on Izzie. She froze instantly, having gone back to eating the soup (it really was delicious soup). She suddenly dropped the bowl at her feet.

Peter stared at her, his face no longer twisted up in anger. She stared at him, at first she was scared at the loudness and anger in his tone but then she realized instead of a little boy he was probably around her age, 16 from the looks. And DANG he was cute. And he kinda had big ears

He walked right up to her, staring down at her (ya know because of the whole height thing) with a very unhappy expression.

She looked up at him, suddenly realizing she had a noodle on her face so she flicked that off and it landed on his shirt.

"Oh crap! Sorry!" She apologized, wiping it off his shirt while the back of her mind screamed at her "DUDE you're totally wiping his CHEST"

He glared at her. Then raised his eyebrow. Then glared again.

She smiled with her teeth, hoping with all her heart he wouldn't send her off the island.

"You are leaving this island. Now." Peter Pan stated. He turned around and walked away.

Izzie stood there. Crushed. Her heart sank to her feet, and she just didn't understand. So she didn't belong in Boston, and she didn't belong in Neverland?

No... No! This can't happen to her!

She refused to let it happen!

"NO!" She yelled, running straight for that blonde-haired butthead and slamming into him, knocking him to the ground. The wind was knocked right out of him, and the entire group of Lost Boys were shocked into silence.

"No, no, NO! I am NOT leaving Neverland! I don't care what you say!" Izzie cried out, slamming her fists into Pan's back but not really realizing what she was doing, only focused on what she was saying. "I hate my home! I HATE it! Nobody cares about me or gives a crap about me or whatever! My parents didn't even want me in the first place, they say I'm just an accident! I I don't know what else to do, I don't know where else to go. This is the only place I can go to escape all of that! You don't know what it's like having people you love and that should love you back but they don't!"

Pan sighed, his face shoved into the dirt. "Okay, you can get off me now-"

"Every freakin day of my life SUCKS because I have to deal with people that I once loved but now I hate because all of them have turned their backs on me!"

Pan was getting sick of the dirt taste in his mouth. "Alright, you can sta-"

"You just don't know what it's like... everything-"

"ALRIGHT! Get the bloody heck off of me!"

Izzie blinked, realizing she was sitting on Peter Pan. She snapped out of her dramatic monologue. "Oh, sorry."

She got up, allowing Pan to get up and wipe the dirt off his pants. Izzie looked around and realized that while some of the boys were moved by her depressing backstory, some of the boys were trying not to laugh by the fact that she had just been sitting on Peter Pan.

Pan looked up at her and sighed, an annoyed look on his face.

Izzie rubbed the back of her head and closed her eyes. "Er... Sorry for sitting on you."

Pan crossed his arms, a slight hint of amusement on his face. "You pounded on me too. With your fists. Repeatedly."

"I did?"

"Yes, but that's beside the point." Suddenly he stepped closer to Izzy, and she remembered again how cute he was. "I DO know what it's like. We all do," he told her, motioning to the rest of the Lost Boys, who had sad expressions on their faces. "To be alone. To feel unloved, rejected, lost. That's why we're here." He looked her square in the eyes. "That's why I'm here."

Izzie nodded her head. "So... Peter Pan. You're not a silly little boy or anything... you're really like a guidance counselor?"

He raised his eyebrow, completely thrown off guard. "What? No! Nevermind. You can stay. Just never tackle me to the ground again."

Izzie smiled the biggest of smiles, as did a couple of other boys who had been secretly rooting for her.

"Yay! Holy crap thanks so much!" Suddenly she attacked him again, this time with a hug, which again threw him off guard, and which made some of the other boys who had been trying not to laugh start laughing as hard as they could.

Pan glared at them, then pushed Izzie away.

"Yes, yes, your welcome-"

"Isabel. My name is Isabel." She smiled at him, a sincere, brown-eyed smile that for some reason made his insides go all fuzzy.

"You are welcome, Isabel." Pan said firmly, before leaving her side and walking towards the middle of the camp. "Listen up, boys. Isabel is our new Lost Girl."

"Is she gonna be our new mother?" Somebody asked.

Pan glared at the ground, thinking of a certain girl from his past. "No." He said through gritted teeth. "Most certainly not. She is to be our sister, so make her feel at home." And with that, he walked out of camp, looking far from happy.

The whole camp cheered excitedly, and Izzie looked around at everyone, feeling a new kind of emotion she'd never felt before. She felt her smile grow wider as everyone cheered, and when Felix walked up to her she was surprised to see that HE was smiling.

Well, smirking. But close enough.

"Well, looks like you get to stay after all." He said, and she smirked back.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Fartface, but it looks like you're stuck with me."

He rolled his eyes but kept his half-smile. "Looks like it. Come on; Billy here will show you to your tree." He nodded his head over to the 11 year old boy with freckles, who was smiling up at Izzie with a friendly face. Izzie smiled back. (Actually they were about the same height... ya know... Izzie being Hobbit-sized and all coughcough).

She followed Billy and started chatting excitedly, something like "I get my own tree? Shweet!" and Felix knew she would have no problem adjusting.

It was Pan he was worried about.

He left camp and followed Pan to where he knew he would be. A secluded place in the jungle.

Felix approached with caution, but Pan was the first one to speak.

"I wonder why my shadow chose her. She's a lost girl, that's obvious, but girls aren't allowed and the shadow knows that." Peter said a loud. He turned around and faced Felix. "Your thoughts?"

"If the shadow chose her to come here, then we know its not by accident. She's a special girl. She's here for a reason." Felix replied, telling Pan what he had gone there to tell him in the first place. "I'm sure we will find out her purpose as time goes by."

Pan pondered on this, looking down, and Felix was silent.

"I agree. She is important for something..." Suddenly his head snapped back up. "Any news on our two special "friends"?" He asked, his face twisted into a devilish smile.

Felix smirked. "They say they have located him, and they are putting the plan into action as we speak. We should have the heart of the truest believer within weeks."

Peter Pan's smile was as wicked as the blade of a knife. "Perfect."

A/N: In the great words of Ian Malcolm; Well, there it is. I hope you like it and please comment with your feedback because I really wanna know what yall think! I think Peter was a little OOC. D: Oops. Oh well, there's always next time.

I'll update soon!

-Lurky