Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is just the basically the last chapter in Peter's POV with two extra scenes, I will have the next chapter up early this week.

Chapter Two

"Fate does not seek our consent." - Terry Goodkind

Peter smirked as he watched Henry trip and fall to the ground, everything was going according to plan. All these years were about to pay off. But just as he was about to begin the game, someone intervened.

"What are you doing on the ground?"

His blood boiled as it became clear his lost boys didn't apprehend the unwelcome guest. It was a girl, a tiny one at that, how the hell did she slip through their fingers? He took a deep breath and clenched his fists, trying to reign in his anger. He could make this work, he didn't like it. But he could make it work. After everything he's done to get here, he'll be damned if he let some little girl ruin it. His breathing evened out as he cleared his mind, time to get into character. Reaching through the bush he was hiding behind, he grabbed a hold of both Henry and the girl and pulled them through. They all remained silent as his lost boys ran right past them. Well at least they can do one thing right, Peter thought.

"Thanks." Henry whispered.

Peter removed his hood, "Pan and his forces are in tune with every grain of sand on this island. We must be careful." He found it quite odd talking about himself in third person, picking up a rock he cut through Henry's ropes.

"Aren't you a lost boy?" The girl asked reminding him she was there. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and turned to her with a neutral face. As he studied her he found himself wondering again how she managed to slip past his lost boys. She had a round youthful face complimented by blue eyes and dark hair. She was pretty he'd give her that, but so were most girls. "I escaped. Now they're after me too." He cut her binds.

She rubbed her wrists, "Thank you."

He hasn't heard those words in a very long time, nodding he held out his hand to help her up. He nearly laughed when she eyed his hand like it was infected. "Come on. I'm not going to bite." She smiled placing her hand in his and he felt something zap up his spine. It burned through his body, he could literally feel it travel through his veins. She must have felt it too, because she let go of his hand and stepped back. He blinked shaking off the odd sensation.

"How did you escape?" Henry asked, "What happened?"

"No time for questions. We must keep moving. Come on."

He surveyed the area, "I think we lost them."

"Really, how can you tell?" The girl asked, clearly out of breath. "Oh, god. Is this how it feels to die? Am I dying?"

One of the reasons Peter didn't let girls on the island was because they were always so dramatic. But he couldn't help but find her antics amusing. As he was about to answer with his own smart remark Henry asked if they could rest, stopping him from breaking character.

"Yeah, I second that."

He nodded and watched as they rested together against a rock. "You're new. Did the shadow take you too? Pan doesn't usually take girls."

"No, the shadow didn't bring us here. He was kidnapped by some people that work for Pan."

"And you?"

"I jumped into the portal after them."

"You came to Neverland willingly?" Just who was this girl?

"Yes I came willingly." He held in a smile at her poor attempt to mimic his accent. "For my brother."

Her brother? Greg and Tamara didn't mention Henry having a sister. It wasn't physically possible, unless Baelfire had another kid. They do resemble each other. It doesn't matter. Henry's the one he needs. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"If he sent for you. He wants you. If Pan wants you, he will get you."

"Well, he's going to have to get through me."

"You won't stand a chance against Pan."

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, bro. But there's a first time for everything."

He scoffed, "You're crazy."

"Bro, you have no idea." Why does she keep on calling me bro? She stood up and got really close to him in an attempt to intimidate him. She barely reached his chest in height and with her child like face did she really think she could scare him in the slightest. She was as scary as a kitten. "There's been a question that has been nagging me since we met. Why does Pan want you, lost boy?"

Keeping his eyes locked on hers he pulled the pixie dust from out under his scarf. "Pixie dust. I stole it from him because I thought I could fly away and go home. But it doesn't work." He hissed in false frustration, "It's useless."

She takes another step closer and the burn he felt earlier returns as she twiddles the vial between her fingers. "It looks like sand. Are you sure you stole the right thing?"

He shallows, "I'm sure." She nods and moves a way, along with the heat.

"Don't worry, our family's coming to rescue us and you could come with us." Henry said confidently.

"You really think you're the first boy to believe that his family is actually coming for them?"

"Our family's-"

"Different."

"Understatement."

"We always find each other."

"It's kind of our motto actually."

They finished each others sentences, how nauseating. "You better hope they don't. Or Pan will rip their shadows into oblivion."

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

"It's going to be okay. I promise. Don't lose hope. All we need his time. Is there a place we can hide from the lost boys?"

Henry laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and Peter smirked inwardly. They were buying it. "There's a place where they can't track us. The echo caves. But it's far."

"Oh, joy more running." The sound of his lost boys became louder as they got closer, "Lead the way."

"Look out!" The girl shouted as they almost ran off the cliff.

"What do we do?" Henry asked looking over the edge, "Is there any other way to echo caves?"

Yes. "No. We're done for."

"Way to keep the faith." The girl hissed running her hands through her hair. "There's got to be another way."

He pulled out his necklace, "I'll give them the pixie dust, maybe they'll let us live."

"Yes, because they seem like such the forgiving type." You have no idea, love.

"You want to give up?"

"We have no choice," he shouted. "They got us. This is the end."

"No. This is not how it ends." The girl ripped off his necklace. When I die it's going to be epic, alright? Not by a bunch of little boys. This," she said waving the pixie dust in the air, almost hitting him in the face with it. "This is our way out." She pulled him and Henry back from the cliff.

"What are you doing?"

"Saving our asses?"

He raised an eyebrow, "How?"

"Everyone knows Pixie dust is for flying."

"Don't you remember the dust doesn't work?"

"Pixie dust runs on belief. You have to believe." She sprinkled dust on them and discarded the vial.

"I defiantly do not believe."

"That's okay," Henry said sharing a smile with his sister. "Because we do."

Peter shared a smile with Henry as the three of them soared through the night. It was him. Henry had the heart of the truest believer. Soon it would be his and he would be immortal, he could almost taste it. Pointing the clearing out to them where the game was going to end they crashed landed, with the girl underneath him. The scent of cherry blossoms tickled his senses as he inhaled. He shifted so he could look down on her, but she turned her head to avoid his gaze and pushed at his chest when he didn't move. He stood up, offering his hand to help her.

Pink flushed across her cheeks but she refused his hand, "I don't what is worse. Running or flying."

"See," Henry said proudly. "When you believe anything is possible."

"You couldn't be more right Henry." He smirked finally able to break character.

The girl studied him, "We never exchanged names."

"Let's make it a game. A puzzle to solve."

"Let's not. Start talking. Or I'm going to punch you in the face." And for the first time in what felt like ages he laughed. Real and genuine. "Don't let the height fool you. I'm scrappy."

"I don't doubt it, love." He assessed her body hoping to make her squirm, but was disappointed when the pretty pink didn't grace her face.

"You lied to us," Henry moved forward outraged, but the girl held him back. "You are a lost boy. You work for Pan."

Her eyes widened, "No, he is Pan."

He gave her his most charming smile, "Look at that. Beautiful, brave and smart."

"And pissed." He raised an eyebrow, he complemented her, don't most girls eat that stuff up? Instead she shrugged it off like it was nothing, as if it didn't faze her.

"But you told Greg and Tamara that magic was bad. That you would help them destroy it. Why?"

"Cause I needed their help." He took a step towards Henry, but the girl blocked his path and he jokingly put his hands up in surrender. "And it is so much easier to get people to hate something than to believe"

The girl rolled her eyes and invaded his personal space, "Why did you bring Henry here?"

Smirking he circled them, "For quite sometime I sought something extremely important."

"A bath?"

He paused in his pacing and grinned when a blush spread across her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut. "A mirror actually. What I need is actually something more elusive than the greatest of all mysteries."

"What?"

"The heart of the truest believer. You are the owner of that lucky heart, Henry. And now you and it are mine." He boasted.

"Like hell."

Pain bloomed in his cheekbone, she had punched him. For a tiny thing she could really pack a punch. "You weren't kidding when you said you were scrappy."

"And here I thought you didn't doubt me." She said with venom and he licked his lips, the kitten has claws. "I also wasn't kidding when I said you had to get through me. This time I'm going to do more than bust your lip, I'm going to break your fucking jaw." She raised her hand to strike him but he twisted it behind her back and pulled her towards him. She made move to elbow his ribs but he secured that arm as well. He smirked as she struggled in his embrace. She had fire. He liked fire. "Henry run!"

"No. I'm not leaving you."

He didn't have to see her face to know she was rolling her eyes. "Henry leave, find Emma. Get help."

Henry frowned but turned to run when his lost boys appeared.

"Fuck."

Keeping her arms anchored in his one hand he used his other to push her raised thigh down, and as he whispered into her ear he welcomed the now familiar burn, "Aren't you a wild one." But before the burn could spread it turned to pain as her head connected with his lower jaw. Breaking it, just like she said she would. "Bloody hell!" Holding his chin he used his magic to heal it and the pain dulled to a heavy throb. "Your antics are no longer cute." Unsheathing the dagger he kept on his person he placed it at the base of her throat, unleashing all the anger from earlier.

"No. You can't kill her."

"And why not?" He inquired keeping his focus on the girl. He didn't know what he was thinking, girls were nothing but trouble. And now wasn't the time to let his judgement be clouded.

"You want me to corporate? Fine. But only if she lives."

"Henry don't-"

Peter tightened his hold on her waist and dragged the dagger across her neck, just enough to break skin. "Are you negotiating with me Henry?"

"You want my heart. I want my sisters safety." Henry took a step forward, "Do we have a deal?"

He pretended to think about it as he lazily drug his thumb across her skin, though the girl was unpredictable Henry was willing to risk his life to keep her safe. Thus making her the key to his prize not an obstacle. If he couldn't get Henry to believe in him, he'd threaten his sister. "We do." He released her making sure to cut off a tiny strand of her hair.

The siblings embraced, "That was very brave."

"Indeed it was." He pocketed his dagger along with the lock of hair. "Now, let's play."

She sighed, "Bloody hell."

Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety nine bottles of beer, take one down, okay I'm bored. And bound. And gagged. Apparently the lost boys aren't fond of small talk and now I'm a prisoner in some tree house. Honestly though, I believe their fearless leader isn't over the fact I kicked his ass and that's why I'm stuck here. I wonder how Henry's doing. Or if Emma and the others are here yet. I banged my head against the wall, God I'm so bored. The creaking of floor boards outside made me stop my assault on the wall and look up. Light began to filter into the dark room causing spots to cloud my vision, blinding me momentarily. The brightness of the sudden glare of sunlight shining into my pupils hurt worse than the throbbing in my head. When my eyes adjusted to the light again I was granted with an unpleasant sight.

"Ah, the sound of silence." Peter grinned wolfishly and I imagined myself setting him on fire. And let me tell you, it was a beautiful picture. "Beautiful isn't it?" Yes it is. He crouched down so we were at eye level and entered my personal space. "I asked Henry how the two of you were related since it's not possible for Emma to have had another child, but as I refused the two of you to come into contact he's been ignoring me. And I don't appreciate being ignored." He raised up his hand, but instead of slapping me like I was expecting, he caressed my cheek. Did I give you permission to touch me, bro? "So I'm going to ask you. How are you related?" For a few moments we sat in silence before he grinned pretending to finally notice the gag in my mouth. "Silly me I almost forgot."

I sputtered as the cloth was removed, "Agh, that tasted like ass." I cringed at the sound of my voice, I sounded like Darth Vader.

My pain caused Peter to chuckle. Prick. "Well?"

I cleared my throat multiple times, "Well what?"

His delightful expression turned hostile, "You'd be wise to answer my question."

Me? Do the wise thing? Ha! "Let's make it a game." I smiled widely, "A puzzle to solve."

A variety of emotions flickered across his face before his eyes darkened, "What game are you playing?"

"Why?" I stared at him with a fixed gaze, "Do you want to play with me?"

"How can I play," he asked tucking some hair behind my ear, his voice taking on a sultry tone. "If I don't know the rules?"

I nearly rolled my eyes at his attempt to seduce me, amateur. Don't get me wrong, he's not bad to look at and his accent is drool worth, but the dude pulled a knife on me. I am not Anastasia. This is not Fifty Shades of Grey. Not to mention he kidnapped my brother for God knows what reason. The guys obviously got some issues. So I'll play along, lie, flirt, whatever it takes to get Henry and me out of here. The boy who never grew up has met his match, "No rules."

He smirked, "Game on, love."

The sound of crying stirred Emma from her slumber and she drew Neal's sword from its case, she scanned the campsite but she spotted no one. She called to the others, "Guys, wake up." When they didn't awake she made the decision to find the source of the crying herself. She ventured into the woods her weapon gripped tightly in her hands.

"You hear that too?"

Gasping she spun around her sword raised in front of her. Leaning casually against a tree was a young boy, she eyed him.

He pushed himself away from the tree, "Your Emma, right?" Not waiting for confirmation he nodded back to where she left the others, "I wonder why they can't hear the crying?"

Keeping her sword between them she narrowed her eyes, "Who are you?"

"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" He licked his lips, "I'm Peter. Peter Pan."

In an instant she shoved him against the tree her sword pressed hard against his neck. "Where are my kids?" She demanded.

He chuckled, "Now, I see where Charlotte gets her fire." The way he said her daughter's name with admiration made her stomach drop and her skin crawl. She applied more pressure and raised her voice, "Where are my kids?"

"They are still alive, if that's what your worried about." He deflected, not frightened in the slightest.

"Why the hell did you take Henry?"

"He's a very special boy, Emma." He said as if he was talking to a small child.

"I know. That doesn't answer my question. What do want with him?"

"I came here to see who I was up against." His eyes widened in mock fear, "The savior. Got to say I'm not disappointed."

She rolled her eyes at his flirty tone, "What do you say now? Are you going to tell me how I'm never going to see them again?"

"No. I'm going to help you find them. I'll give you a map." She lowered her sword and took a few steps back. He pulled a page out of his shirt, "A map that will lead you straight to your kids."

She pointed her sword at him, "If this is some kind of trap."

He scoffed condescendingly, "I may not be the most well-behaved boy on the island," He raised his eyebrows, "but I always keep my promises. The path to finding Henry and Charlotte is on this parchment."

"Why are you giving it to me?"

"See, it's not about finding them, it's about how you find them. And Emma," He held out the paper, "you're the only one who can."

She eyed him as she took the paper from him and unfolded it. "It's blank." She glared.

"You will only be able to read that map when you stop denying who you really are." Emma glanced back down at the map confused and when she looked back up Peter was gone.

AN: I'm so sorry this took so long, I got busy with school and didn't get the chance to write. I will have the next chapter up either Monday or Tuesday, promise :)