So this was suposed to be a one shot but evolved. It'll be 2 maybe 3 chapters. I wante dto write somthing for this pairing for awile so I fianlly did. YAY! I hope you enjoy it. Please Review.
Devin walked away from Henry. He was temporarily free, or at least freer than ten seconds ago. His heart was still in the hands of the Evil Queen. His only order was not to tell Pan anything. He knew this battle was coming to a close. Henry's family was smarter then Pan believed. They now knew the way to their camp and had a lost boy under their control. It was a hard thing to think about. He made his way along the edge of camp. He didn't want to encounter anyone. He didn't hear the footsteps quietly following.
If he wasn't having an internal battle he would have had no problem picking up the crack of twigs and crunching leaves that accompanied an untrained stalker. He would have heard the heavy breathing and nerves heartbeat that stayed only feet away, hidden in the dark trees.
But he stayed ignorant the entire trip to the secluded beach. The footsteps stopped, staying within the dark cover of the forest. The lost boy sat on the gray sand and looked out to the crashing waves. Neverland was dark. It had been dark for many years. The magic was dying, that much he knew was true. Henry would bring the magic back but what the young child didn't know was he would be saving it at the expense of his life.
The lost boys weren't supposed to question their leader and few did. There was rarely any thought defying their leader's logic. Devin was one of the few that had those stray thoughts every few hundred years. Today one of those thoughts was growing brighter. He had been ignoring it since the truest believer had stepped on the island but now more than ever, it was shouting in his face. He was going to have to make a choice and he knew he would most likely die either way.
Henry peaked out from behind a tree, a few feet from the gray sand. He watched the lost boy. He knew Devin despised him. He'd made that perfectly clear when he attacked him. Henry also knew that slicing his cheek hadn't helped anything. Part of him was happy that he'd hurt the other boy and the rest of him was terrified at that revelation. Was the island effecting him, or did he actually enjoy hurting people. There had been some satisfaction in injuring someone who had attacked him.
"No" Henry hissed to himself. The boy on the beach froze. Henry knew he'd been discovered. Knees shaking, Henry stepped out of the safety of the tree's darkness. "Hi" Henry said, taking little steps. He was halfway to Devin when the lost boy finally turned around.
"What do you want" Devin hissed. Henry internally flinched. He wouldn't show Devin any weakness. He had to be strong.
"To talk" Henry said in a strong authoritative voice. Devin's eyes grew dark but he looked away. A little thought appeared in the back of the lost boy's mind. Turning you back on an enemy was never smart idea. Henry made the rest of the way to Devin. He stood for a moment before lowering himself down, sitting cross-legged a foot away.
"What" Devin growled, not looking away from the crashing sea?
"I'm sorry" Henry said. Devin glanced at Henry for a second, face showing something similar to shock.
"For what" the lost boy hissed, the words coming out less angry than he wanted.
"For cutting your cheek" Henry said, choosing to stare out at the sea as well. If Devin was uncomfortable being stared at then Henry wouldn't.
"Lost boys don't apologize" Devin said, sarcastically.
"But I'm not a lost boy" Henry said. "And even if I was. I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't want to."
"I attacked you" Devin hissed.
"Do you hate me?" Henry asked, in a rushed voice. Devin glanced at Henry again. This time he really looked at the boy. Henry looked smaller than ever. There was a pained look in his far away eyes and his mouth was turned down in a permanent frown. Henry didn't seem like a person who was normally angry or sad.
"No" Devin muttered, not knowing why he was sharing his emotions. Lost boys kept those kinds of things to themselves. Emotions were weakness. It could be used against them.
"Then why did you attack me?" Henry asked. Devin stayed silent, ignoring the question. Henry sighed. Slowly he reached out his hand, traveling to the lost boy's face. Deven flinched away at the soft touch.
"What are you doing" HE growled, glaring at Henry.
"I want to see if I can heal your cut" Henry said, eyes wide and filled with emotion. Devin hadn't seen someone show their emotions so openly. Henry wore those on his sleeve.
"Why?" Devin asked, the anger gone from his voice. Henry had leaned toward him. They were less than a foot apart now. It was like Devin could feel Henry. He could hear the other boy's heartbeat, see the sparks in his eyes and make out ever speck of dirt on his face. Their breath was intermingled, the heat from their exhaled air skimming each other's faces.
"Because I want to" Henry said. He held out his hand again, stopping an inch from Devin's cheek. He was waiting for permission. Devin didn't know what to say so he only nodded. Henry's fingers brushed his freckled face until they landed on the fresh cut still red on his face.
Devin stared openly. Henry had his eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched. The lost boy waited, nothing happened. He was about to tell Henry to get off him but the words caught in his throat. A warmth spread through his body. It felt so pure so loving. It felt like Henry. Devin's eyes fluttered closed and he breathed deeply. Love, kindness, passion and belief danced through his veins. He wished he could feel that way forever but just as suddenly as it appeared it vanished, exiting the hole that had formed so many years ago in his soul. Devin opened his eyes to find another pair, inches away.
"You're so sad" Henry whispered, not moving back. Devin's face fell. He didn't know why the statement hurt so much but it crushed the little happiness that had stayed in him. "I'm sorry"
"For what?" Devin whispered, voice coarse with held back feelings.
"This" Henry whispered. Devin felt a pair of lips press softly against his own. Every instinct told him to throw Henry off but instead his eyes shut. That feeling, the one that had filled his body as his cut healed was back. It radiated through him and this time it stayed.
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