As soon as she turned around, she stopped when her ankle was grabbed and looked over at Harry in confusion. He put a finger up to his lips, telling her to stay quiet, before moving towards the slide. He stopped at the exit and held up a hand to her, telling her to wait.
She nodded, understanding what he wanted her to do, and watched as he began to ascend the slide to talk to the demon boy himself.
Jacklyn rubbed her hands together, feeling her palms sweat, as she listened to Harry ascend the slide to talk to Peter. She knew he was trying to prevent Peter from finding her but how was he going to convince him she wasn't there when he wouldn't even talk to him?
She let out a shaky breath before crawling closer to the slide when she heard Harry crawl out of the slide and stand up, shuffling his feet beneath him.
"Ah, Harry, good to see you again," Peter greeted, his voice echoing down the slide.
She listened, wondering if the mute boy would say anything back but knew that he wouldn't. "I need to know," Peter continued about a second later, "have you seen Jacklyn?"
Her breath hitched in her throat when she heard Peter scoff. "No?" he questioned, giving her the idea that Harry must have shook his head in response. "Are you sure?"
She gulped nervously and glanced down as she wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt, only causing more dirt to stick to them. She glanced back up at the slide when she heard a sigh, most likely coming from Peter. "Alright, Harry," the demon boy finished, succumbing to Harry's silent demeanor, "I'll check back later."
The sound of footsteps departing reached her ears, and she waited until the sounds faded before moving away from the slide and over to the center of the small cave.
The mute boy slid down, landing on his stomach, before pushing himself up to sit on his knees. He blinked a few times and showed a small smile, assuring her that she was safe from Pan for the moment.
"Thank you," she thanked, appreciative of what he did for her.
He nodded once before crawling closer to her, startling her a bit, then hesitantly reached forward and touched her bump, making her wince. He hummed then gestured to the pillow and blanket.
She sighed. "I already told you I'm not tired."
He frowned and sent her a stern glare as he continued pointing. She sighed again then nodded once before crawling over to the homemade bed and laid down, placing the blanket over herself and turning on her side. "Do you live here?" she asked as she watched him crawl over to the only candle in the cave and pick it up before crawling over to the stack of books, diminishing the light around her.
He sat down on top of the other pillow before placing the candle next to him and nodding once at her.
"Why don't you sleep in a tent like the other Lost Boys?" she asked, hoping to get him to speak to her again.
He picked up the book on the top of the stack before opening it and shrugging at her.
"Do you like them?"
He shook his head as he turned a few pages in the book, searching for where he left off.
"Why not?"
He shrugged again, making her frown.
How was she going to get a boy that had been mute for thirty years to talk to her? What topic would make him want to talk to her?
After a few moments of silence and deep thinking, she cleared her throat, causing his eyes to flicker over to her before returning back to the novel. "Do you have any friends?"
He glanced back at her before shaking his head, telling her that he didn't have any friends on the island.
"Is there anyone that you do talk to?"
He shook his head again and turned the page in his novel, his eyes trained on the words in front of him.
"Can we be friends?"
He sighed, it sounding impatient and annoyed, and closed his book and set it in his lap. He glanced back up at her and pointed at her before turning his palms to face each other and gently moving them to touch. He then lifted his hands up to one side of his head, which was tilted, and placed them underneath before closing his eyes.
She sighed, knowing what he was trying to tell her; he wanted her to sleep. She turned over so her back was facing him and closed her eyes, attempting to fall asleep.
Her shoulder shook, making her whine softly before opening her eyes to see Harry staring down at her. "Good morning, Harry," she whispered then scrunched her eyebrows as a thought came to her, "it is morning, right?"
He smiled softly and nodded once and grabbed onto her arm then pulled. Understanding that he was trying to help her sit up, she forced her body to lift itself up then scooted backwards to give the two of them space between each other. "Thanks, Harry."
He nodded once then gestured to the slide, telling her that it was time to leave. She nodded and crawled over to the exit, hearing him follow behind her. She ascended the slide with him close behind then stood up as soon as she was completely out. She turned around and held out a hand for Harry to take, so she could help him, and he looked up at her when he noticed her helping hand. He pursed his lips and stared at it for a moment, confusing her, before he hesitantly reached up and grabbed a hold of it then stood with her help.
Both of them dusted themselves off before Harry beckoned her to follow him as he descended the hill. "Are we going back to camp?" she asked as she followed close behind.
He nodded once at her as they trekked through the forest.
"I wonder what Peter's going to say." She pushed a few bushes out of the way as she followed him through them. "He's going to flip out when he sees me come back to camp. He'll probably ask me several bombarding questions of where I was, what did I do, why couldn't he find me."
He nodded again before exiting the bushes and continue walking. She followed, deciding to stop talking since he wouldn't speak to her.
They trekked through the forest, hearing the sound of twigs snapping and leaves crunching underneath them, for the next few minutes, giving herself time to think. Peter told her that Harry hadn't spoken a word ever since he arrived in Neverland for thirty years. That confused her; she knew the only way to come to Neverland was to say you believed in Peter Pan; wouldn't Harry be excited to see him and act like the other Lost Boys? Maybe he realized he made a mistake and wanted to go home? And Peter, being ruthless, wouldn't let him leave? She hummed as those thoughts echoed in her mind before glancing up when the sound of the Lost Boys' chatter reached her ears.
They pushed through the brushes before stepping into the clearing where the Lost Boys were lined up to receive breakfast. She glanced around, noting the line was short, telling her they were late for breakfast, then froze as her eyes widened when she met Peter's stern glare as he sat at the table. She gulped then jumped when Harry placed a hand on her back before gently pushing her to walk with him towards the line.
The Lost Boy serving the food handed her a plate of eggs and various kinds of fruit before shooing her and Harry away when he received his plate. Harry nudged her shoulder and nodded at the rock he normally sat on. She nodded at him, accepting his offer for her to sit with him, and followed him over to his spot. They both sat down and quietly ate their food, both of them sitting on the abnormally large and wide rock.
The sound of footsteps reached their ears until a pair of boots stopped in front of them, making Jacklyn glance up. She stared up at Pan, his eyes narrowed and a scowl plastered on his lips. Before she could ask him what he wanted, he held up a hand, silencing her. "We will talk later," he stated, his tone bitter and sharp.
She shivered at the sound of his voice as she watched him walk away, heading over to Felix. She then frowned and continued eating her food, using her manners, then glanced over at Harry to see him eating slowly while using manners too. She smiled softly, pleased that after thirty years Harry still used manners instead of devouring his plate in mere seconds. She nodded once and popped a grape into her mouth, deciding she was going to sit with him for the rest of her time on Neverland.
Jacklyn walked back to her tent after she finished her meal, and Harry headed back to his home, both of them not wanting to join the Lost Boys dance around the fire. She walked into the flaps of her tent before heading over to her armoire to make more clothes until a wave of nausea hit her, making her stumble a bit then stop where she was. She placed a hand on her stomach and carefully staggered over to her bed, deciding she would put off making more clothes until tomorrow. She sat down then slowly took off her shoes as a dizzy spell came over her and laid down, bringing the blanket up to her chest.
She was about to close her eyes until the sound of footsteps reached her ears, making her sigh as she realized it must be Peter wanting to talk. Slowly, she sat up and watched as said-boy stormed in, not bothering to announce his arrival or ask to enter.
He stormed over to the foot of her bed and crossed his arms as a scowl plastered on his lips. "So," he started, "how was your time spent with Harry?"
She pursed her lips but kept her mouth shut, already believing he knew where she went when he saw her enter the clearing with Harry earlier.
"What? Nothing." He walked over to the side of her bed and sat down. "I know you were with Harry."
She composed herself, her head still spinning. "I was."
"Why?"
"I have a concussion." She gulped, feeling her nausea grow worse. "He took care of me until I was well enough to walk."
He hummed. "That explains it."
She scrunched her eyebrows. "Explains what? My disappearance?"
"No, your pain." He uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on his lap. "I could sense you were in pain and so I followed your aura."
Her eyes widened; he knew where she was the whole time. "You found me."
He smirked. "Yes, and I wanted you to come out, but I figured you wouldn't, so I left and waited for you and Harry to come back to camp."
"Why didn't you just call me out if you knew I was down there?" She leaned back, feeling her dizziness worsen. "Or just teleport me out of the cave?"
He shrugged. "Well, I figured that if Harry was hurting you, that could be your punishment for running away."
She gaped then closed her mouth as she glared at the demon boy in front of her. He really was a demon, a jerk, a villain! He was okay with someone hurting her and called it 'punishment'?! She pursed her lips as her glare intensified. "How dare you," she whispered, her tone dark, which made him raise an amused brow at her, "you truly are a monster."
His smirk widened. "You're now realizing this, love?"
She scoffed and pointed to the flaps of her tent. "Get out."
He mockingly bowed his head and stood up then sauntered over to the flaps. Right as he reached them, he looked over his shoulder. "Sweet dreams, love. Don't let the nightmares make you wet your pants again."
"It was sweat!"
He snickered and left the tent, letting a cool breeze enter.
She frowned and narrowed her eyes as she scoffed once more before laying down again, preparing to sleep off her concussion. As she lay, she couldn't help but think about how much she hated the demon boy. He was infuriating, selfish, cruel, evil, and ruthless! How could the Lost Boys stand him? How could they stay loyal to him?
How could anyone believe in him?
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