Thank you for the lovely reviews they always make me write a little more faster. I'm excited for this chapter because we meet the incomparable Peter Pan. Just a quick note I am from California and my character does not reflect any of my feelings towards England or English people (completely fiction).

Shout out for anyone who caught my Catcher in the Rye reference in the last chapter!

Thank you also to my awesome new beta Alex Embers! Anywho...

Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or any other works mentioned in this story. I only own my OC.

Song: Runaway by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

The first thing I felt upon waking was an irritating itchiness at my right ankle. Annoyed and still half asleep I leaned down to scratch it before halting at the feel of something crawling on my finger. Jumping hurriedly to my feet I saw to my horror my ankle had been in the path of an army of ants. Some still clung to my skin and I quickly killed them with my palm.

What the hell? Why were ants in my room?

It took me entirely too long to realize I was no longer in my room. My mouth gaped open as I turned in place taking in my new reality. A jungle surrounded me on all sides dark and ominous.

"She's awake." a voice came from behind me. I look and see a blonde boy with an ugly scar running down his face. He was cloaked and holding a long wooden club in his right hand.

"You …where… Huh?" I babbled still in shock from my unknown travels.

"What?" he asks looking more confused than angry.

"Uh I mean who the hell are you? And where the hell am I?"

"Well you're in Neverland and I'm Felix." I notice he's not anxious to know my name as he scans the trees behind me.

Wait Neverland?

"Did you say Neverland?" I asked in high voice. This guy was crazy…I was stuck with a crazy person carrying a big stick.

"Did I stutter girl?" Felix sneered his club raised threateningly.

"Well actually you might have more of a mumble problem…" I trailed off, as his eyes seemed to sere me in place. "So Neverland…That must make you a Lost Boy? Or are you Tinker Bell?" I realized as I said it that I was seriously pushing my luck with Scarface.

"I'm a Lost Boy bitch." he growled and began stomping towards me.

Without another word I spun around and began to sprint into the undergrowth. I heard a curse behind me as Felix pursued. But twelve years of running from my problems granted me with amazing stamina and I quickly put distance between us.

Running away I felt like I was losing my mind…this couldn't be happening.

I skidded to a stop and made a last minute decision to dive behind a massive bush. A few minutes later Felix raced by sending leaves scattering across the ground in his wake. I took a couple deep-cleansing breaths thanking my Wednesday night yoga class before calming down.

I played with a hundred possibilities fitfully. First I'm somehow in a jungle, second a boy named Felix was chasing me, and third I seemed to be alone. I kept a tally of my situation on my dirty fingers, counting off my options.

I could hide here, run somewhere else, find help, or give up and find Felix. Hiding here forever looked pretty great to me.

Groaning in aggravation I stepped outside the bush and ran into a warm tree.

Sprawled on the ground I realized to my complete embarrassment that I ran into a boy not a tree. A freaking handsome boy that was now laughing. My face heated up as I sprung to my feet. "Uh sorry about that I blame the humidity."

"The humidity is at fault for your clumsiness and lack of manners?" The boy asked in a delicious British accent. It took me a full thirty seconds to understand he had just insulted me.

"I beg your pardon?" I bit out.

"You have been pardoned." He responded his eyebrow quirked. I replied with a less than dignified huff.

"That was not what I meant."

"I know Love, I was just attempting to instill some manners into an uneducated yank." This time his eyes seemed to spark with the insults that oozed like honey from his lips.

"An uneducated yank? Of course how British of you to be condescending. How is the weather up there on your high horse your highness?" I quipped back my lips curving into a smirk.

His quirked brow seemed to twitch at the unexpected rebuttal. "Hmm you have fire…I like fire."

I tried to quell the blushing of my cheeks at his compliment. "Well I would like to find a way out of here…wherever here is…" I trailed off looking around.

"You're in Neverland Love, and you won't be going anywhere." He smiled wide and childlike although the happiness never met his eyes.

"Neverland? Really and who are you then? Another Lost Boy?" I scoffed my arms crossed defiantly. Truthfully his comment frightened me.

"Oh no I'm Peter…Peter Pan." He stuck out a grimy hand the same smile on his handsome face.

"Yeah right, and I'm Wendy Darling." I mock curtsied ignoring his hand.

"No you're definitely not Wendy she couldn't hold a candle to your beauty Scarlett." Peter purred before he snatched my hand and drew it up to his mouth placing a soft kiss before releasing it. I mentally swooned before giving myself a mental slap. How did he know my name?

"Nice line how often does it work for you?" I asked him my arms back to being crossed.

He leaned in his breath smelt of peppermint as it whispered across my face. "A hundred percent of the time. You see I don't fail…ever."

Momentarily dazed I watched his dark blonde hair move in the breeze. "That's an awfully high standard for oneself." I finally whispered.

"I'm perfect, there is no other standard." He leaned back and appraised me. "You will be a wonderful Lost Girl. It's been awhile since we've kept one." Peter talked as though I was a pet or some toy for children. I no longer felt like this was a harmless conversation.

"And if I refuse?" I hedged backing away slowly.

In a split second Peter's arms were wrapped tightly around me and his face was too close to mine. "It's cute that you think you have another option." He breathed in my scent and I squirmed to get away from him, his grip turning painful against my ribs. "Don't fight me, you won't win, Love." I continued to struggle before he moved his hand over my face and my world went dark.

Peter glanced down at the sleeping girl in his arms as he carried her towards camp. Her long hair curled around her face, her cheeks still colored from their meeting. She was wearing a blue top that had rolled up exposing her smooth stomach. Distracting his thoughts as he focused on the soft looking skin.

Just barely he brushed his hand across it resting his palm on her hip. She would be his prize. The girl was beautiful and he couldn't help but think how he had not lied earlier in saying so. She far exceeded that Darling girl. Wendy was boring, proper, and snobbish. Whereas this girl was spontaneous, impulsive, and gregarious. It was almost a shame he would have to kill her…almost.

Peter is so devious! Ok I also wanted to mention that my story takes place AFTER operation save Henry. Like years after. Also Peter Pan is not Rumple's father (because I HATE that storyline!) I think that's all for now.

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