Hey there, guys. Been a while, huh? Well, after reading countless Peter Pan/OC fics here (because of my completely unhealthy obsession with him) I've decided to write one of my own. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: The rating might go up to M in later chapters, I'm not sure yet. There will be cuss words used and violence will probably happen throughout the story. Also, depictions of the violence and wounds will be explicit, so if you get queasy, you might not want to read it. As triggers come up during the story, I will place them in a warning before the chapter. Each chapter from now on will have a warning for anything needed in that chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or Once Upon A Time (if I did, Peter wouldn't have had that stupid backstory they gave him in the show).

The girl gasped for air, coughing violently. She could feel something next to her, but she was too busy coughing the entire ocean out of her lungs to actually pay attention. She struggled upright, spitting the rest of the water out of her mouth and gagging, pulling her brown hair away from her face. She took a few much needed gulps of oxygen until she wasn't shaking as terribly as she had been before. She groaned quietly and tried to push herself up straighter on shaky arms. Breathing heavily, she looked over to her side. The first thing she saw was a boy with a pink scar on his face, tangled blonde hair falling around his face. He had a hood up, covering his face with shadows.

She screamed.

The boy instantly put his hand to her mouth, scowling. "Shut up, girl," he snarled. "Get up," he hissed, grabbing her arm and yanking her to her feet with him, letting go of her mouth in the process.

"Let go of me!" she screeched, hitting his—rather muscular—arm as he dragged her along on her trembling feet. She struggled against him while they walked through the dense forest around them, the boy expertly maneuvering around twists and turns in the darkness. "Please," she whimpered, tears filling her green eyes. She struggled harder against the boy and eventually he grew tired with her, tossing her onto the ground in front of him. She landed on her butt and yelped, propped up on her elbows. She looked up at him fearfully, watching a sick smile twist his face and it made his scar more prominent. He lifted his club above his head and she screamed, flipping over onto her knees and trying to lift herself onto her feet. Right as she stood, scrambling to get away from him, the club came down on the back of her head, knocking her into the ground, unconscious.

The girl groaned, sounds of hushing surrounding her. She blinked her eyes open and panicked for a moment when all she saw was darkness. Then she saw the stars winking in the sky and realized it was just night time. She sighed in relief but then froze as she heard footsteps making their way toward her. She tried to sit up and dizzied herself, head throbbing. She whimpered quietly and lifted her hand to her head, feeling something dried up on the side of her head.

"I'm afraid Felix isn't the gentlest person," a voice said from behind her. She jumped, heart leaping up into her throat as she turned dizzily to look at who spoke. It was a boy, maybe a year or two older than her, standing tall and radiating authority. She gulped, looking into his blue-green eyes as he smirked down at her. His brown locks fell softly across his forehead, lifting up at the very ends.

"Wh-who are you?" she squeaked, mentally slapping herself for being so vulnerable—she could barely remember anything, what if these boys had kidnapped her? She couldn't show them any weaknesses no matter how weak she truly felt. Looking at the boy's smirk, she cleared her throat and tried again. "Who are you?" she asked harsher this time, more wary.

"Why, how rude of me," he said, smile growing wider on his face, "I'm Peter. Peter Pan."

A silence fell across the camp and the girl blinked at him stupidly. "Peter Pan?" she asked. At his nod, she blinked a few more times. "Peter Pan as in the flying red-haired boy that never grows up? The Disney character?"

The boy—excuse her, Peter Pan—furrowed his brows at her. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but yes my name is Peter Pan."

"What, and this is Neverland?" she guessed incredulously. "And those are your Lost Boys?"

"Yes."

He was serious. This boy seriously thought he was Peter Pan. She hesitantly stood up, trying to will the pain in her limbs and head away—did that Felix guy literally drag her back here?

"Well then," she said awkwardly, the flames from the torches dancing on the boys' faces. "How did I get here, Peter Pan?"

"That's what I was just about to ask you..." he trailed off, smile disappearing. He left the sentence as a question mark and realized she hadn't told them her name.

"Tessa," she said quietly. When Peter nodded and silence fell again, she spoke. She couldn't deal with awkward, okay? "I still don't believe this whole Peter Pan thing—that's just a fairytale."

Peter raised an eyebrow—damn, how could he do it so perfectly? She was jealous—and strode toward her. Not even realizing it, Tessa started to back up a step for every one he took. He stopped suddenly and so did she.

He floated.

He fucking floated.

Tessa's mouth hung open as she watched him steadily fly in a circle before dropping back down onto the ground right in front of her. Startled, she took a step back, but he stopped her with a hand suddenly gripping her arm.

"Sadly," he said, though his voice indicated that he was anything but, "Girls aren't allowed on Neverland."