So I just watched "Ways to Live Forever", a movie Robbie Kay starred in when he was younger.

Besides bawling my fucking eyes out for close to the whole film, here are some things I noticed:

1. In the beginning he's handed a Peter Pan book.

2. His best friends name is Felix.

3. The fucking movie is him finding his way of living forever.

4. His home nurse's nickname for him is "pirate".

Interesting, eh? Considering the roll he played as Peter Pan is YEARS later.

Anyway, defiantly recommend this movie. Bring a friend, you'll need someone to pick you up from the floor when you're a blubbering mess.

In other news, my friend told me today that Peter Pan looks like a 13 year old lesbian. Not gonna lie, I laughed. SorryNotSorry~


"We've come too far to give up who we are.
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars"

Get Lucky by Daft Punk, Pharrell Williams and Nile Rodgers


Present!


The morning came with a golden sunset that shone through the small rectangular windows on the tops of their walls. Seeing that their "house" was underground, it was all the room they had for windows.

Peter rolled over, scrunching his face when the sun hit his eyes. Slowly opening them, he leaned over and kissed Arabella on her face several times before she stirred and awoke as well.

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled, planting a small kiss on her lips.

It was moments like these that made her forget that Peter Pan was ever even known as a true evil.

"Hey, handsome," she smiled, her eyes barely open. With a yawn she stretched before opening her eyes fully and turning to lay on her side, propped her elbow and rested that hand on her head. Her burn scars bothered her a bit when she stretched, but she would never express that to Peter. It was bad enough every time she wasn't clothed around him he would start at them, a guilty anger spread across his face.

Peter kissed her forehead and she giggled.

"Gosh you're in such a good mood today," she laughed, kissing his cheek.

"I've come to realize to always enjoy these moments we have, as we never know what could turn up," he said, looking down to the foot of the bed.

Arabella titled her head to the side in a mild confusion, "But nothing is going to ever happen, we're safe."

Peter looked back into her eyes and sighed, standing up from the bed and retrieving his undershirt and jacket.

Arabella sat up on the bed and called him, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Bella," he said as he pulled his burlap-like undershirt over his head and pulled it down.

"Peter nothing is going to happen to us, you're just being paranoid. It's been months, they're not coming to get us," she said, referring to the families back in Storybrooke.

Peter paused a moment and then shook his head and pulled his jacket over his body, latching it into place with his belt.

Then something from last night came back to her head.

"You never told me where you were going last night," she said, standing up from the bed as she retrieved her own clothes. A simple green and brown v-neck shirt and black trousers, both fit her well.

Peter looked over to her in a moment before walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, "If I told you that I don't want to tell you, would you accept that as an answer?"

"No," she said dryly, looking up to his eyes.

Peter sighed, "I don't want to tell you."

"But you're going to tell me anyway."

"Arabella, I can't just always give in to what you say and what you want like this," he said, growing irritatedly as he pulled himself from her and walked to their dresser and started to put on his wristbands.

Arabella scoffed as she pulled her shirt over her head, "Peter, it's not about me getting what I want. It's about us being a team."

"And sometimes team members have to do things on their own," he retorted.

"No," she said, irritated as she turned to him, "That's not a team then! It would just be two individuals who just work together sometimes."

"I can't do everything with you!" he shouted as he finished putting on his wristbands, turning toward her and throwing his hands up, "One time or another, you're going to have to trust me!" he said, pointing to her as he balled his other hand into a fist and dropped it to his side.

Arabella looked at him, shocked, "Peter.." she started, not knowing what to say.

Blanket's cries were heard from the other room. He must be awake and wanting to be let out of his room.

Peter groaned, pointing to their bedroom door, "He's going to stay with the Lost Boys tonight."

"Peter! No! He's just a baby!" she argued as their argument flipped tables.

"No! We agreed he would stay in the tree house until the boys saw each other as a family, and you saw last night! They will take care of him!" he argued, crossing his arms.

Arabella's face twisted in her anger, "One night of them acting like brothers and that's enough for you to throw a five year old to go and sleep with the Lost Boys?!"

"Then send him home!" he yelled.

His words shut her up immediately. After a moment of the two of them looking at different parts of the room, their faces twisted in anger, Peter finally sighed.

"I'm sorry," He said, "I'm just not in a good mood today."

Arabella didn't answer him and shifted on her feet.

"BellaDonna," he mused, wrapping his arms around her once more before bringing a hand up to cradle her head into his chest, "Please forgive me, I'm still trying to get the hang of this."

Finally she sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist as well, looking up at him with a serious face, "I forgive you. But at some point you're going to have to tell me what's going on."

"I will. Just.. let me get all of the information first. When I come to you, I want to make sure I can answer all of your questions without you having to worry," He said, locking eyes with her.

Arabella nodded in agreement and Peter leaned his head down and planted a kiss on her lips.

Blanket's cries got a bit louder, and she could see the irritation building in Peter's face.

After all, he was never meant to be a Father. And whenever Blanket got fussy, it was all Peter felt like.

And it would take him right back to Rumple.

Of course he loved Rumple, and he had hoped that he would have stayed on Neverland with them. But the past was where it was, and he had to move on. They all knew Rumple was better off without him anyways.

But that was not what was bothering Peter in the most recent of days.

That was something much worse, but we'll get to that later.

"I'll get him, you go and wake the Lost Boys, get them ready for the day," Arabella said as she pulled herself from Peter and opened their bedroom door.

Peter nodded, "There isn't much to do today. Since we just had them move, let the boys play and enjoy a day. Besides, we need to celebrate the day away for the arrival of the two newest Permanent Boys," Peter said, a proud grin spreading across his face, "Eric and Steven."

"You mean Whip (Eric) and Parrot (Steven)?" Arabella questioned sarcastically, but playfully.

"Of course," he said, walking past her as he planted a kiss on her head when he walked out of the room.

Arabella entered their small living room and Blanket's cries were much more noticeable now, "I'm coming sweetie!" she called, and the cries stopped.

Peter rubbed his temples, "Thank God."

"Oh hush, go get the boys, I'll meet you outside," she said with a smile, rolling her eyes.


Still Present!


Arabella walked into the center of the camp, Blanket on her hip. When she reached the group of sleepy Lost Boys sitting by the fire trying to keep warm from the morning chill, she set the boy down to his feet. Blanket immediately ran over and sat at Fox's feet, who was sitting on a log. Fox smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. Blanket smiled and pulled his thumb from his mouth, using both of his hands to cover himself with his blankie.

Arabella scrunched her lips to the corner of her mouth in thought. Perhaps it was time that Blanket got to sleep with the Lost Boys. Peter may have been right about that.

As if on cue, Peter walked from the supplies tent with a large basket and stood in the front of the Lost Boys, "Alright boys!" he called and they all turned heads to look at him, "Today will be an all day celebration! Go where you want, do what you want!" he said.

The Boys whooped and hollered in happiness and Peter grinned before making his face very serious, "Except the Hallows. I trust you all know better than that."

The Boys all looked to each other and nodded.

"What about the pixie trees?" Whip asked, and the other boys looked up at Pan with excitement.

"Just for today," Peter said, pointing his finger at all of the boys in a fluid swipe, "Use what you can and bring none back with you."

Before anything else could be said all the boys except Fox and Blanket ran off.

"Can I take him with me?" Fox asked, picking the child up awkwardly from behind, both of his arms wrapped around the child's waist.

"As long as you don't carry him like that," Arabella said, retrieving the child from Fox's arms and setting him on the ground.

"What if I wanna go somewhere fast?" He moaned out in disapproval.

"Then he doesn't need to go with you," she said sternly, looking down at Fox, "If I catch you carrying him like that I'll put you on firewood duty for a week."

Fox grumbled, "What if I need to get him away from something real quick, or he gets in danger?"

"Fox, you're asking too many questions. Of course you can carry him like that to save him, but be careful. And don't go too far from camp," she said, picking up a few wooden blocks and throwing them into the fire to keep it going.

"Alright, alright," Fox said, grabbing the child's hands as they started to walk off, "Come on Blank! Let's go find you a little fox. Maybe you can get a new nickname! Like Little Fox or something."

Fox kept rambling on and on as they walked off and Arabella smiled, wrapping her arms around herself to shield herself from the morning chill.

"I told you," Peter said, a know it all smirk spreading across his face.

"Alright," she sighed, "We'll try it out tonight. But we just decorated his room yesterday," she pouted.

"And now you know why I left it blank. Speaking of decorations," he said, walking over to her and handing her the basket, "Gill brought these in last night. I hear you have plans to put them on the tree houses?"

Arabella smiled, taking the basket happily, "Yeah, I figured it'd make a nice roomy feel to it."

"We also won't blend in as much," Peter said, looking to the seven tree houses that surrounded the camp.

"Peter, we're not at war anymore," she said, a small groan escaping her lips as she clutched the basket a bit tighter, "You need to relax."

Peter looked at her as if he wanted to say something and then shook his head, taking a few steps toward the tree line of the camp, "I'll be back later."

"What?" She questioned, setting the basket down, "Again?"

"I told you I want to get all the answers first," he said, looking down to the ground and not to her face.

Arabella looked at him with an irritated expression and sighed, deciding that she would let him have it his way. He was trying, and that was enough to make her proud. As long as he intended to tell her one day, she figured it would be worth the aggravation now for him to be able to keep to his solitude.

"Are you even going to kiss me goodbye?" She asked, putting a playful pout on her face.

Peter smiled and turned around, walking back and planting a rough and wanting kiss on her lips, "I'll be back," he said.

And then he was gone.

Arabella looked down to the green, blue and grey scales that were filled in the basket and smiled a bit. Then, she got to her work applying them to the trees. There was no specific pattern, just random and sprawled out to give the area a sort of glow. She wondered if the scales still contained any magic, and if they would be able to use that to their advantage should an emergency happened like Peter was so worried about.

She made a mental note to bring that up to him when he came back.

Perhaps planning or figuring something out about that would distract him from whatever is bothering him now.

Halfway through the trees, Arabella heard the leaves shuffle behind her. She turned around to be greeted by Whip who walked over and took a seat by the fire that was going out.

"Hey Whip," she smiled as he picked up a few wooden logs and threw them into the pit.

"You'll get cold if this goes out," he said, smiling over to her as he set his weapon of choice down, and the reason he got his name, onto the log beside him.

"Well, lucky for me you showed up when you did. Would you like to help?" she asked, offering a smaller bowl of scales she was carrying around that made it easier than the large basket.

Whip scrunched his lips as if he tasted something sour and shook his head, "Nah, that's girl stuff," he said, returning his face to normal and poking the fire with a long stick.

"Boys," Arabella mumbled as she continued to use her magic to raise the scales and attach them to the tree.

"How come you and Peter have magic?" He asked, looking up from the fire.

"I was born with it," she said, not looking back from her work, "Peter got it when he came to Neverland. He also has half of mine," she explained.

"Half? How?" he asked, furrowing his brow in confusion as he set the stick down and walked over to her.

"Because he has half of my heart fused with his," she smiled, turning to look at him as she set the bowl down.

It was okay for any form of Lost Boy, Dreamer or Permanent, to know the story of Arabella and Pan. In fact, Peter suggested it. That was honestly what lead all of the people to believe he was different. It was their story and his heart that usually helped the Lost Boy's understand he was a changed man, and one they could trust.

But, usually, the Lost Boy's knew this story before they came to the island. It was this story that convinced them to say the magic words, to truly believe that Neverland was a better place with a Mother there.

"You saved his life," Whip said, nodding as he looked down to the ground, "And now you're half as weak?"

Arabella raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, "Half as weak? Whip, I'd like to think half as strong. I'm still powerful."

"Put Peter's more powerful," he said, his face etching signs of worry.

Arabella's head drew back, her mouth making an 'O', "Ahhhh," she said, closing her mouth and turning her gaze down to him, "I know what this is about."

Whip looked up at her, "What?"

"You're afraid of Peter," she said, a smile forming on her face as she placed a hand on his shoulder, "You're afraid that he will snap and I won't be able to stop him from hurting you or one of the Lost Boys."

"NUH UH," Whip said, his face flushing from embarrassment as he stepped from Arabella's grasp.

She gave him a playful smirk and turned her head to the side, but kept her eyes on him, "Yes huh," she said, poking his chest.

Whip looked back down to the ground, his face still flushed, "I'm gonna go enjoy my hunting," he mumbled, walking back to the fire pit and throwing a few more extra blocks of wood in before disappearing into the woods.

Arabella smiled at him the entire time, even though his back was to her. She made a mental note to address the subject once more later tonight and explain to him that Neverland was safe, and so was he. She had to keep all of the Lost Boys happy.

And, as Neverland's Mother, she planned on doing just that.

It all just came so naturally to her, as if she was born to do this.


Later that night, when the sun had just started to go down, all of the boys had returned to the camp. Peter was still no where to be found, but Arabella knew that if she needed him all she would have to do is call and he would be there. But she felt it best to leave him be to do whatever it was he needed to. The more time she gave him to do that, the sooner he would answer questions.

Fox walked back to the fire, Blanket's hand in his and a dead fox's skin in his other.

Arabella groaned and scrunched her face in disgust, "Fox, no blood on the camp grounds. I told you all this yesterday."

"There won't be!" He said with a cheeky smile, "I'm just gonna boil it so I can make something for Blanket!"

Arabella smiled at him, unable to be upset with him for doing something with his brother, "Alright, fine, there's a pot in the supply tent. You go do that, I'm going to take him and get him cleaned up."

Fox nodded happily and ran to the tent. The other boys were sitting by the fire, imagining their dinners as they appeared in their laps. Almost like savages, the boys dug into their food.

Blanket ran over to Arabella with a smile on his face, dragging the blanket in the dirt behind him, "I hewped catch a fox!"

Arabella, along with the rest of the boys, looked over to the child in complete shock.

"W-what?" she said, kneeling down to the boy and grabbing his hand, "What did you say?"

"A fox!" he repeated, smiling triumphantly.

"He spoke!" Chubs and Bubs said in unison, the rest of the boys staring at the child with their mouths wide open and full of food.

"What a wonderful way to end a celebration!" a voice said from behind Arabella.

She looked behind her to see Peter as he walked beside her, getting on one knee and flicking Blanket's face lightly with the knuckle of his hand.

Arabella smiled, happy that he was finally warming up to him. Perhaps he had good news, seeing that he was in such a good mood.

"I'm very proud of you, Blanket," She said, closing her eyes in a smile as she picked the boy up, "Come on, let's go to the springs and get you cleaned up."

She looked to Peter for a moment, as if for permission. He nodded with a face that said, "We'll talk later."

Arabella never found it weird to bathe Blanket. He was so young it was almost as if helping a younger brother that she never had. Or a child? She shook the thought from her head. She may be Neverland's Mother, but she surely was not any of the boys actual Mother's.

She accepted the fact that they would look up to her as one, though.

"Alright, all done. You can play in the water for a little bit while I clean your clothes," she smiled at him.

The boy giggled and started to splash and wade around in the shallow end of the hot springs. Arabella scrubbed at his clothes as he did. When she was finished she used her magic to dry them quickly and pulled the boy from the water. She used a towel to help dry his body and ruffled his hair with it.

"Alright, here, try not to drag it around in the mud," she said, handing him his blanket after he was dressed, "At least for a few days," she finished, realizing that she could never stop the boys from getting dirty.

At least she could clean this one sometimes. The others were probably infested with bugs. The thought made her shiver.

At least Peter stayed clean.

As if she just remembered him, she walked Blanket and herself back to the camp. Upon arriving he immediately ran over to Fox, who started sizing him for his Fox tail and ears.

Arabella noticed Whip sitting by the fire, sharpening arrow heads with Parrot, who used a bow. She started to walk over to him, hoping to pull him away from the group and talk with him. But her stride was interrupted when Peter grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side.

"Come with me," was all he said as he let her go and walked over to their tree house, descending down the steps and entering their home.

Arabella followed, stepping into their living room and standing across from him, "News?" she questioned.

"Bella," he said, his face suddenly stricken with worry as he walked over and grabbed her elbows firmly.

His tone and expression scared her, sending a shiver down her spine, "Peter? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Bella, I'm losing parts of Neverland."


*Evil laughter*

Cliffhangers~!

You're not allowed to complain though, cause this was a nice loooonngg chapter I spent like two hours writing!

Shout-out to Scorpion, another loyal reviewer! Pan hugs and kisses~

Also Hermione, for her first review! Grumble Pan hugs! Don't worry, he'll get used to you if you keep reviewing~

And to Lily, another new reviewer! Grumble hugs from you, but a bear hug from me! Thanks for your very kind words, they definably made my day! I was in the middle of crafting my costume and just BUST out into a smile.