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My head hurt.

It was a pain that I'd never felt before, and my whole body was ice cold. I'm laying on a hard surface and as a result, my body hurts. I open my eyes and glance around me, everything is dark. I can't make out anything... Groaning in frustration, I turn over on my side and wince as pain shoots through out every part of my body.

"Ooh look at who's finally awake."

I hear his voice before I see him... what was happening? Where were we? How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was being in the forest with Rumple... before Peter showed up and took me away. I couldn't understand what was happening to me... Why was I weak? What had he done to me?

"What did you do to me?"

I ask him this as my eyes start adjust to the darkness surrounding me. Through the dim lighting I can make out his silhouette. The body of Peter Pan is pressed up against the wall, leaning ever so slightly as his eyes glance down at me. The anger inside of me flourishes when I see him. I try to push myself up off of the floor, but I can't, my arms are far too weak. He chuckles when he sees me struggle, his body moving away from the wall. He approaches me like I'm prey and he's the predator.

"Don't strain yourself my dear. You're going to be weak for a few days. I couldn't have you trying anything you might regret."

I shake my head in protest... what had he done?

"What did you do to me Peter?"

I ask again, hoping this time he tells me, even though I know he most likely won't. Peter Pan could be cruel when he wanted to be, and even more so when he felt like he was going to lose. He chuckles once more before kneeling down on the ground next to me.

"Trust me Tiger Lily. You're going to be fine. I wouldn't do anything too serious to my little flower."

I take a deep breathe and shift my gaze to his. I didn't care if I was going to be okay... I only cared that I had no idea what was going on. He took me from Rumple... And from what I could remember, he was planning vengeance on all of Storybrooke. I was going to warn the others, and help them, but of course he had other plans.

"Where are we? How long have I been out? What the hell is going on?"

I say it all very fast as he reaches out to touch me, his hand moving to my shoulder. I flinch when his hands make contact with my body. I didn't want him touching me after everything he'd done. His eyes blaze when he sees how hesitant I am to have him near me.

"Don't think about trying to leave... You can't."

The words leave his mouth in the harshest of ways. It's almost like venom piercing my soul. I shake my head in protest as I feel tears move to my eyes.

"Peter please."

I whimper as his arms wrap around me one arm under my legs, the other on my back. He lifts my body up off of the ground, holding me to him as he carries me. I cling to him in fear that I'm going to fall, even though I know that won't happen. His hold on me is tight, his grip making it impossible for me to even try to move. I don't know where he takes me, because everything around me is passing by in a blur. He stops after a few minutes, laying me down on a bed. I groan in pain as I look at him.

"You're alright."

He whispers, sitting down on the bed next to me. He reaches out to touch my face, his fingertips lightly grazing my skin. A touch like that would've soothed me before, but now it made me feel sick. My eyes dart around the new room I'm in, there is more than one bed in this room. I lift my head up from the pillow, my eyes moving to the other bed. In it is another girl... Wendy Darling. She's asleep, her chest rising and falling in a sleep filled bliss.

"What's going on?"

I whisper because I don't want to wake her. My eyes move to his, confusion moving through my head. He breathes a deep breath, it's as if he's annoyed by my question.

"You're home."

My brow furrows when he says this. Home? Were we back in Neverland?

"Home?"

I ask.

"Are we in Neverland?"

Peter smiles shaking his head 'no'.

"No. We're still in Storybrooke, but I got you a new home."

I lay my head back against the pillow, my eyes focusing on the ceiling. Whatever Peter had planned, I wasn't strong enough to stop him... I wouldn't ever be. He was always one step ahead, and I had no idea how to do that.

"You and Wendy are going to stay in here until you both regain strength."

He sits down next to me in the bed. His left hand move to my face, stroking my skin softly. My eyes move from his as he does this. I don't want to sit here... I want to leave. I try to move away from him, but due to the fact that I am weak, I can't.

"Don't fight me little flower, this changes nothing between the two of us. We will go on exactly the way we have, and you will behave, or I'll make you regret it."

His threat leaves his mouth, but he sounds sweet when he says it. I knew that he'd do something I'd regret... he could kill any of the people I loved, and he wouldn't think twice.

"I won't do anything."

I whimper as I try to calm myself down. I had to be careful with how I responded to him. If I had any hope of helping everyone I loved, then I would have to stay alive, and the only way to stay alive was through playing the game. Peter was so obsessed with playing with everyone he came into contact with, my only hope was that somehow he's love of manipulation had rubbed off on me. A smirk moves to his handsome face as he watches me intently. He's happy with my answer, which is good because I don't want to fight him, not yet.

"That's my girl, always knowing what's good for her."

He rasps as he leans forward, his lips moving to mine. He gives me a tender kiss, and despite how angry I am with him, ignites feeling in the wake of his lips. I hate how my body betrays me, because I knew I should be angry with him, and I knew that I didn't want him to think he can just treat me this way. He'd taken everything from me, and here I was kissing him like it was nothing. He chuckles once his lips move from mine.

"I should let you rest..."

He whispers getting up from the bed. He stands next to the mattress, studying me and the confusion on my face.

"... We have a big day approaching us."

He turns from me, his feet creating space between us. I take a deep breath and decide that I couldn't resist asking him what he meant by that.

"What do you mean?"

I whisper. He stops in the doorway and turns his body to face mine. His smirk grows as he sees the exhaustion overwhelm me, my head falling down against the pillow beneath me.

"My little Lily, in just a few days we're taking down Storybrooke..."

His voice drifts as he reaches for the door, muttering before closing me inside of the room.

"...And I'm going to kill anyone who stands in my way."