A/N: Thank you, Guest, for reviewing the first chapter. You're really awesome to do that, and it makes me feel good to know you cared enough to do so :)

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Chapter two: Hostile~


Pan inwardly smirked to himself.

It was so much fun making Emma uncomfortable, watching her squirm. It was just so easy, too easy. The famed 'Savior of magic' shouldn't be so easily shaken by close proximity with a stranger, let alone him. But of course, he was never one to complain.

Especially not now, when she was only an inch away from him.

While Emma was still in shock, Pan took the opportunity to admire her eyes. They were so light - a beautiful, haunting shade of blue. Vacant yet filled with sorrow, love, pain, regret... He could almost see the spark of flames light up behind her vibrant irises-

Without warning, Emma shoved him away with all her might, and he went sailing backwards.

Pan's back collided with the table behind him, and despite the pain that struck his lower back and spine, he was surprised at just how far she'd been able to throw him, even off guard as he was.

"I'm impressed," he said, smiling in a way that he knew unnerved her. "But then again...I should expect no less."

He pushed himself off the table, pain still throbbing through his body, and Emma was immediately on guard again. She moved as far away from him as the hollow of the tree would allow, and looked at him wide eyed.

"What the hell was that for?!" She yelled panickedly.

Pan smiled ruefully. She stared at him as though he were the most wild, spontaneous, most unpredictable thing she had ever laid eyes on.

And he loved it.

"What's the matter, Emma? Afraid I won't be a gentleman?" He teased, sneering.

Emma stayed silent, slowly and cautiously moving along the edge of the room in an attempt to get away from him.

Pan knew what she was doing (or rather, trying to do) and she knew that he knew, but the way she'd decided to do it anyway, the boldness with which she took action, as if daring him to stop her, was amazing.

Her brazenness thrilled him.

Seeing her guarded posture and wary expression, Pan decided to shock her once more.

She barely even had the time to see that something was wrong. Pan smirked, Emma blinked, and he was suddenly in front of her again, having transported himself across the room.

Panicking at the closed distance, Emma's hands scrambled behind her for an object that could be used for defense. When she found nothing, she settled for the next best thing.

Clenching her fist, the Savior gave him no time to react as her fist connected with his cheekbone. Hard.

Pan was sent reeling, giving her the perfect opening to escape.

Stumbling to regain his footing, Pan rubbed his sore cheek, drawing his hand back to find a tiny trickle of blood on his fingertips. Chuckling darkly, he called back to the retreating blonde.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, and immediately her footsteps halted.

"I don't know if you've forgotten, but we had a deal."

He vanished and reappeared in the doorway, blocking her exit.

"And no one breaks deals with Peter Pan." He finished, lips curling unpleasantly.

He proceeded to take a few menacing steps toward her, and Emma backed up until she was back where she'd started - the beds. Fumbling, she tripped over herself and landed on her bunk, eyes wide as saucers as she scrambled to sit up straight, her boots tangling in the covers as her back met the unmoving inner wall of the tree behind her.

Smiling in false sweetness, Pan rested his hands on his knees and bent down to her level, as though he were talking to a disobedient child.

"I hate to break it to you, Savior, but you're in my world now. And in my world, you do as I say."

He moved his hand to tuck a disheveled strand of hair behind her ear, smirking as she flinched from the contact.

Pan stood back up, towering over her like a giant before turning on his heel and walking away.

"I'd get some sleep if I were you," he called over his shoulder. "You're looking a little worn around the eyes."

He chuckled silently to himself.

She'd punched him.

In all his five hundred years, no one had ever punched him before, ever. Because they knew of the wrath that would be brought upon them if they'd ever tried, let alone succeeded. They were scared, but not her.

She took risks.

He liked that.

Pan stalked out of the room, leaving Emma alone to wallow in her self pity.


A/N: Well, there it is. I hope it was just as good as the first chapter, with even flow and everything. I normally don't update this quickly (usually every week or two weeks) but I wanted to make it clear that I'm going to finish this.

I love Pemma (you gotta admit, throughout all those Neverland episodes, there was definitely somethin' there) but it's a pairing that I feel would obviously be dark, and maybe - MAYBE! - gradually move towards something lighter, softer, mushy and stuff...uh, love! That's the word I was looking for! Lol.

Feel free to review or whatever. It's all good to me :)

'Til next time!