A/N: So yeah I thought I should put the drabbles I post on tumblr on here as well because I wanted to...anywho hope you enjoy them, and maybe give me some feedback if you do, don't, or if you just hate me, I don't know. Anywho here you go!

I Once Believed

Peter had come to save her, from the pirates. That's what she thought, despite everything she still thought that Peter Pan was could be a hero.

"Where is she?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

"Peter!" Wendy shouted when she heard his voice, pulling at the ropes that kept her attached to the side of the boat.

At the appearance of Pan most of the pirates moved out of the way. "We're not afraid of you!" One brave, or stupid, pirate spoke up, standing between Pan and Wendy.

It happened suddenly, no warning, Wendy had hardly been paying attention to the interaction, too concentrated on getting the ropes off her wrists, if only she had realized that the pirates were the ones trying to save her. With a demented smile Peter slashed his sword through the pirates chest, watching with a strangely innocent look of fascination as the mans body fell, lifeless, onto the deck.

"Anyone else want to stand in my way?" He asked, casually waving his sword at the rest of the pirates, standing possessively in front of Wendy. "Didn't think so." He turned around, and with one swing of his sword sliced through the ropes binding Wendy.

She was shaking when he offered his hand to her. The last three minutes had been the most terrifying, and the most informative, of her entire experience on Neverland. Of course Peter had always made her wary, he did kidnap and threaten to kill her to get her brothers loyalty after all, but despite that she had always, somehow, felt safe around him. This was different though, the look in his eyes, it was as if he enjoyed it, and suddenly taking his hand no longer seemed safe.

"Wendy." He said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Are you coming, or would you rather stay with the pirates?" It was obviously not a real choice, but if it was Wendy would have chosen pirates.

However, she knew that would not go over well with Pan, she took his hand, swallowing her fear.

Before she knew it she was back on the island, at the camp, but it was empty. Unexpectedly he turned around, shoving her forcefully into the nearest tree. "What was that?" He hissed.

"I-I…" She took many small shallow breaths, attempting to compose herself. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You hesitated." He said flatly, he was angry because he knew. He knew that Wendy had stopped believing in Peter Pan.