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A/N: Thank you to my lovely reviewers this is the last one I have finished, but I am working on writing another chapter so hopefully if all goes well it should be up soon. Thanks for reading.


When I woke up I felt a sharp pounding in my head almost as if someone had hit me in the head with a rock. I looked down at my arm and saw a sizable puncture. Then it all came back to me. I huff frustrated that I had not died. That meant that either whatever had gotten into me was not lethal, or that Peter had miraculously found some way to cure me.

I looked around at my surroundings and found that I was in some sort of tent. It seemed as if it was made out of some sort of sturdy material that could stand up to the weather. That made sense from what I had seen earlier. The floor was simple dirt, but seemed to have a certain amount of cushion to it. I carefully stood and began to pace the tent. The roof was a few feet taller than me, so I didn't have to hunch. Pacing around the tent seemed to be about six feet by nine feet. Judging from the sound I could hear from outside the tent any try at escape would be completely and utterly useless.

I sat back down and decided to wait for Peter. Even with my limited experience with this place, I could still tell that nothing seemed to happen without him. The boys who had been chasing me with him would surely not do anything without his consent.

After about maybe an hour of waiting the flap of the tent finally opened. I squinted needles of pain lancing through my skull as I tried to ignore the bright light. Peter walked in a large smirk on his face. I met his eyes and glared trying to show him that I would not bend to his will. I didn't want to be some play thing that he could throw around and kill. Peter made his way over kneeling down in front of me. I quirked his eyebrows and studied me almost as if he were reading me. I frowned and turned my head away from him breaking eye contact.

Peter's hand almost immediately shot out taking my chin in his hand roughly and turning my head towards him. "You know you can't die without my permission." he said almost as a statement. He didn't act like I already knew that, though I had figured that out when I didn't die. He looked at me for another second "I'm not done with you Wendy Darling, not even close to done with you. Maybe in time you'll learn to accept that. Or not, it's your choice" His smile grew wider a malicious glint appearing in his eyes. "I like you the way you are" He says almost laughing "Most girls don't put up a fight like you did and I like a challenge."

I kept my face blank not wanting to show him even the slightest hint of the emotions I knew he wanted to get out of me. I refused to let him see what he wanted. His words had scared me because they made me feel even more powerless. My only power had been to defy him, to not conform to what he wanted. I had thought that after a while, maybe he would loose interest and let me go free, or just kill me. My one hope would have been that he would have done it fast. A fast death would be nice, but as he had said he wasn't close to done with me yet.

Stood up still standing over me. "You know it was a stupid mistake to fall on those thorns. They were poisoned, but I suppose you already knew that." He regarded me for a second with a look on his face that seemed to say that he knew something that I didn't. " Of course it was a stupid mistake because now you can't leave Neverland at least not without me. You see I had to heal you and that came with a price. If you run away Neverland will pull you back." He started to pace around me as he continued to talk "Of course, if you were really good, I might be persuaded to take you back to your world at least for a little while."

I held my breath and counted to ten trying not to let a sob escape. My only hope had been that I might be able to get off of this island if I learned enough if I ran fast enough. "How do I know that you're not lying to me?" I asked him my voice quavering with the unshed tears.

Peter knelt down in front of me once more. " Why would I lie to you Darling?" He asked using my last name as a false endearment. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye and began to make its path down the side of my face. Peter's thumb caught it on my cheek and brushed it away rubbing a slow circle on my skin. I let out a shuddering breath trying to keep everything in check.

"I know you're trying to manipulate me. Telling me I can't leave would just be another way of getting me to do what you want." I said with less conviction in my voice than I had hoped for. I had wanted to sound strong and not afraid like I was. I wanted to show him that he couldn't control me, but deep down I knew that he already had his claws lodged in me and he wouldn't let go, and it would only be a matter of time before I was practically like a puppet to him.

He chuckled darkly dark mirth filling his eyes. "Oh Wendy I don't need to lie to you to control you. I never did" He said his thumb slowly fell from my cheek and he squeezed my shoulders lightly, almost in a comforting way. His face almost seemed to soften and it was as if he wanted to comfort me. I didn't know what he was doing. There was no way for me to tell what emotions he showed were real and which ones were he showed were just more lies.

Peter eventually sat down next to me. His arm snaked around my back and pulled me in close. I stiffened at his touch. His hand ran up and down my arm, I let out a shuddering breath and I tried to ignore the feeling that I got when he comforted me. I could not deny that I was attracted to Peter Pan. I may have even been a little bit in love with him when I was a child, and from what the stories said about him, he was worth loving, but this Peter Pan the one that had brought me here was not anything like what he was in the stories. I didn't know how he could have possibly turned out this way or how anyone had ever thought of him as a boy who fought pirates and was for the most part good even if he was a nuisance to adults.

I sighed leaning against Peter. I didn't really notice and I wasn't sure I really cared. I might as well take advantage of a more caring Peter because who knew when he was going to become brutal again. "How did you turn out so different in the books?" I asked him more musing to myself than asking a question.

Peter looked down at me a hint of mirth in his eyes and something I hadn't seen him show before. "I didn't know I was different than the books, I can't say that I ever read a story about myself. I heard you tell a story to your brothers once though." Peter said his eyes sparkling slightly. He seemed fascinated by the idea that there might be books out there that were just about him. "What do they say about me in the books?" he asked me after a few moments of silence.

I smiled remembering the old book that must have been in my bedroom gathering dust on the book shelf. "They always describe you as the boy that never grew up. I suppose that much is true. They say that you fight adults and pirates. The books always describe you with having bright red hair and green eyes." I looked up at him studying him for a minute "I suppose they got that wrong, how you look I mean" I say blushing slightly. "I honestly so not know whether you fight pirates though I haven't seen any yet." I said shaking my head. If this was Peter Pan than what were the pirates like. "I guess I always imagined Neverland and you being full of a lot more good than you seem to be."

I looked back up at Peter, the more I thought about the stories that I used to tell the more I realized that this boy really wasn't all that different from the boy that I used to tell stories about when I was younger. He was still very much the boy that never grew up. I had always thought that he would be good, but there was nothing inherently good about his actions. In the stories he had a group of lost boys who followed him and that was much the same. I had yet to see any pirates, but I was sure that he could easily be enemies with them. " Maybe you're not as different as I thought." I said still watching Peter for any sign of emotion.

Peter seemed to be keeping his face blank. It seemed to me as if he was almost trying to process what I had just told him. "I wonder why they describe me that way." He muses quietly. It almost seemed as if we were having a somewhat normal conversation. It didn't seem like he was trying to manipulate me and I liked that. I liked the Peter that had just shown himself. I liked this side of Peter as much as I disliked the one who wouldn't blink an eye at hurting me.

I shrugged " I haven't the slightest idea." I said smiling slightly. "Peter how old are you?" I asked. In the books he had always been somewhere between maybe ten and thirteen, at least from the illustrations that were in the story books.

Peter shrugged. " Do you mean total years or how old I was when I stopped aging." He asks slowly. "I lost track of how long I have been on this island, but when I get here and stopped aging I was seventeen, not even a man yet." He shrugged. " I'm glad I'm not a man I don't want to grow up, not really. I never really did."

I nodded smiling a little "I don't think that any child really wants to grow up, I certainly never did. I suppose that's one thing I can be grateful to you for, you stopped me from ever having to grow up." I laugh a little. It may have been a bit on the hysterical side because I was still very frightened by Neverland and this Peter I knew next to nothing about.

He smiled what seemed to be a genuine smile. When I looked up into his eyes I saw no signs of the malice I had seen in his eyes earlier. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while neither of us saying anything. My thoughts were conflicted since part of me absolutely hated him and the other part of my liked this side that he was showing even if he had kidnapped me. My stomach growled unexpectedly and I blushed looking down. I hadn't eaten since mid-day of the day of the party.

Peter stood up and I stayed sitting. He offered me his hand and I took it standing up. "You should eat you've been out for a while" looked at me his eyes laughing. " I can hear that you're hungry so don't deny it."

Peter lead me out of the tent and into the open air. I blinked my eyes several times. The sun was low in the sky it was nearing evening. The clearing in which the tent was was surrounded by trees. There was a fire pit in the middle and many other tents around there was no fire in the pit, and it wasn't really needed because the air was warm. There were a few lost boys around and they had all stopped what they were doing to stare. Some of them had been engaged in mock duels while others were sitting and watching or sharpening weapons.

Peter surveyed them all in an almost princely manner. He squeezed my hand reassuringly as if to say he wouldn't let any of them hurt me. I believed that he wouldn't let any of them hurt me, but I also knew that if worst came to worst he would not hesitate to hurt me himself. We slowly walked through the center of the camp. I avoided eye contact with all of the lost boys keeping my eyes instead on the ground.

There was quiet murmuring from the boys as they watched us. I was sure that many of them had seen me when I had tried to run away or while I had been passed out in camp. After we had made our way across the camp and sat down on a log things in the lost boys camp seemed to begin to return to normal. There was a near constant buzz of conversation. Many of the boys were around my age or younger. Almost all of the boys were younger than peter. There was, however one boy that looked to be Peter's age if not a little bit older. He wore a hooded cloak like all of the other lost boys. The boy in question had a long scar running down the length of his face. He didn't seem to involve himself in conversation the same way all of the other boys did. He seemed to be almost watching me. From a first glance I would think his intentions to be more sinister than Peter's intentions.

Peter stood and disappeared from the clearing. I sat still not wanting to exact his wrath. It wouldn't do me any good to have him trust me less than he already did. After a few minutes Peter returned with what looked to be two apples in his hand. "do you like apples?" He asked me tossing one of the apples my way. I caught the apple with relative ease. I took a large bite from the apple letting the juice run down my chin. "Not a bad catch...for a girl" Peter said smirking. I just gave him a look that said he didn't know everything about me. When we were younger I used to play catch with my brothers a lot. As a child I had always thought that it was important that I be the best no matter what.

When I was a child my parents hadn't really cared all that much about what I did. It may have been due to the fact that when I was a child my parents often went out to parties. They often wouldn't be home until the early morning. I had always entertained myself by telling my brothers adventure stories about Peter Pan. They had always wanted to learn how to fight with swords like I had told them Peter did. We had made toy swords out of sticks in our yard. As a child I had not wanted to be left out of the fun, so I also made myself a toy sword and played with my brothers. At first we were clumsy often not even crossing swords and swinging at the open air. It had been my brother Johns idea that he should ask for sword lessons. My parents had happily complied thinking it a lovely sport for a boy to learn.

After every one of John's lessons he would come home and teach us how to fight. We would practice with each-other all the time. John and I had always been very competitive and I had not wanted him to be better than me at anything. I used to practice all the time in my room without a sword just using the air. As we got older John began to grow. One year as a secret Christmas present he had given me one of his old swords. John had told me that it was too small for him now. The sword was just the right size for me made for a boy, or a girl if she so pleased as I liked to think of it. After receiving the gift from my brother I had begun to practice even harder. I didn't know why I wanted to know how to sword fight, I just knew that I did want to sword fight. John became an accomplished swordsman and I became one along with him though I started to lag. Slowly my clothing began to change and it was more constricting, what was fit for a woman especially of my social standing.

Somewhere along the line my parents had begun to care again. My mother would often take me out on shopping trips and spend time on long lessons about keeping my families books and other things about running a household. I found it all cursedly boring. All I had ever really wanted was a little bit of adventure. I never thought it was too much to ask. I always acted as the perfect daughter. My parents had never found out about my escapades in sword play only my brothers knew about it as far as I knew.

I finished the apple that Pan had given to me fairly quickly not even taking the time to try and be even the smallest bit lady like. Peter seemed to be watching me out of the corner of his eye eating his apple with a little more reserve than I had given it. The look in his eyes seemed a little surprised, like he hadn't expected me to break my 'habits' that quickly. I smirked at him fiddling with the stem on the top of the apple core I held in my slowly let the apple core role out of my had leaning back a bit. My stomach wasn't rumbling nearly as much as it was before, though by no means was I full either.

I watched Peter as he finished. He met my eyes "would you like another?" he asked in an oddly jovial tone. I nodded holing out my hands for him to throw it to me. I threw it higher than I had been expecting and I had to reach to get the apple. I snatched it out of the air just as it crested over my head. I had to stand slightly to get it and smiled looking down at the red fruit. I plopped back down crossing my legs Indian style taking a bite of the fruit. I made quick work of the second apple and soon made quick work of a third.

It had begun to get darker and some of the boys had begun to light the fires around the camp. Many of them now had their hoods up which made them look very ominous indeed. I watched as they went about their business. It was slightly disconcerting to not be able to see any of the boys faces. There was an aura of anticipation around the camp almost as if the boys were waiting for something. I couldn't imagine what they were waiting for. Maybe there was some other person on this island who they were waiting to play their sick game. I didn't see any reason to fight it. At least not yet I would just wait biding my time until I saw a chance to free myself.