Chapter 3: Welcome Home


As Lily started to regain consciousness, the only thing she could feel were her eyelids flickering uncontrollably.

Something was moving, but it was dark and everything was blurry.

She jolted up, her eyes filled with terror. She touched her face to try and assure herself that it was only a dream.

She had broken out in a cold sweat.

Then it was there again. She wiped her eyes so she could see straight.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes glared down at her. That was when she knew it hadn't been a dream.

She had expected it to be Pan, but this figure was unrecognizable.

A strange feeling appeared in the pit of her stomach, like when you're swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water's deeper than you thought and there's nothing there.

She was drowning in his grayish eyes, and she knew just by looking into them that she was not going to be saved.

After a few seconds of her own eyes, she finally saw him clearly.

The first thing she saw was the scar on the boy's face, then his messy light blond hair.

He honestly looked like he wanted to murder her. "Finally!" He exclaimed, as though he'd been waiting for hours by her side, watching her sleep. "You're awake."

Lily closed her eyes, knowing she wasn't in for an enjoyable conversation with this stranger.

She didn't say a word. 'Never talk to strangers.' Her mother would always tell her.

The boy sat on the bed she was laying on, his smirk told her Peter had won. "Welcome home."

Her mother's rule had just been forgotten, she couldn't stay mute forever.

Her eyes widened at his comment. "Where... Where am I?"

"Neverland." He replied simply.

Lily's heart pounded against her chest, trying to brake free. "No... No! Please! T-take me home!"

He laughed. "You are here because Pan wants you." He sneered. "If he wants you, he gets you. You're not going anywhere."

Lily glared at him, before she turned away, facing the other side of the room.

She hadn't noticed before, but it was as though she was in the inside a large tree.

The room itself was round, and most of the furniture was made of a dark kind of wood.

There was one widow, it was rather wide, but vines from the outside would make it impossible to escape.

He watched her look around or a few minutes, letting it all soak in. "This is where you'll be staying." He stated.

"I-I don't want to stay here... I want to go home." She didn't look at him.

He chuckled. "You're never going home-"

"But I- if he's... If I-I-I could... If-If he's feeling... generous... I-I could..." She stuttered, making her feel like a child getting reprimanded by her parents.

The thought of her parent's made her stomach churn, missing them beyond words.

The stranger laughed again. "Pan is never generous." He replied.

Lily let out a growl of frustration before pulling the cover over her head, blocking the boy from view.

He didn't stop her. "I'm Felix by the way." He introduced himself. "I'd better tell Pan you're awake."

She could have sworn her heart had momentarily stopped. "No! Don't!" She hid further under the duvet, as though it would protect her.

But he ignored her as he headed for the so called door the other side of the room.

Peter grinned at his second in command as he stood outside the door. "How is she?" He asked, quietly so she wouldn't hear them.

"I don't think she likes me." Felix smirked, stating the obvious.

Peter grinned. "Given her lineage I'd expect nothing less."

Felix frowned in thought for a moment. "She doesn't even know who her real parents are." Peter closed the door quickly while Felix said that.

"When she finds out, I don't want it to be from you." His tone was dark. "Keep your mouth shut and do not speak about them when she's around."

Felix nodded, slightly worried what Pan would do if he disobeyed.

But as usual his good mood returned in a flash. "When her father finds out where she is, though, It'll be fun trying to see him get her back."

Peter was silent for a second, giving Felix time to speak. "What about the boy? I appears we're losing him."

"He just needs some motivation, and I'm sure our friend in the cage can provide it." Peter stated. "As for Lily's father, I'm sure Snow won't keep it hidden from him."

Felix tilted his head. "You're going to tell her?"

Peter smirked. "You'll find out soon enough, Felix. Now go back to camp and make sure Henry is still asleep, we don't want him running off, just yet."

And with that said, Felix left, leaving Peter outside of the tree house.


Every night for the last two years Lily would always have the same dream when she fell asleep.

She dreamed of herself waking up in her bed and looking out of her window;

There was always a fire outside, one large crackling fire in which teenage boys would dance around like savages, two of her best friends amongst them.

But every night, there was always some cloaked figure, he would always play a soundless pipe.

For two years, Lily would dream of herself yelling at whoever may be under it. Never once did she get a glimpse of his face.

She yelled at him, begged him to free her friends of the trance they were under, and never, would he listen.


Lily curled up under the covers, her eyes burning with tears.

'Stop crying!' She begged herself. 'You're stronger than this!'

She was, or at least she used to be, when she knew what she had to do.

If she truly was on Neverland than her chances of escaping it were very slim.

She heard the door open with a quiet creak, and froze. Felix hadn't been that quiet.

Though she couldn't see, Lily could hear the slow rhythm of her captor's boots as they beat against the wooden ground.

When they stopped, she started shaking.

The covers were pulled off her roughly, making her gasp in shock.

Peter sat beside her grinning widely. He slowly brushed a strand of her mahogany locks from her face.

She pushed his hand away. That had been a mistake.

He cupped her chin in his firm grip and forced her to look into his demonic eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you, Lily?" He sneered.

Lily glared at him, repulsed that he would even say such a thing. "No." She spat. "Leave me alone!"

Peter grinned. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?" He sounded delighted.

Lily couldn't bare his flirts a second longer. "Why'd you bring me here?" She demanded.

He laughed. "We've already been through this, Lily..." She gasped as he appeared on top of her, his arms caging her in. "You know what I want."

She couldn't help but notice his eyes flicker to her chest. "Y-you can't..." She started. "P-please... I-"

Peter put a hand over her mouth as he bent down, so his eyes were staring directly into hers. "I always get my way, Lily, scream all you want... But you can't stop me."

Her eyes widened ad she bit his hand, earning herself another slap. "There'll be none of that!" He hissed. "However." He moved his lips towards her ear. "I do like to play rough."