Peter's green eyes became red. Winter met his gaze. He pinned her arms to the trunk of the tree nearest them. With his other hand, he took out a knife.
"It lookes like Pan really is you." Winter said.
"I'm not Pan." Peter growled.
"Your voice, skin color, and hair color may not be the same. But your eyes sure are. And if you're going to kill me, then go right ahead. But you won't be able to find anyone else to help you. And you will die." Winter said.
"Exactly. That's why I'm going to teach you a lesson." Peter said.
He touched the cold blade against her forearm. Then he slowly cut her pale skin. She winced but didn't scream. Winter's sea green eyes never left his red eyes.
Peter pulled the blade away, confused. Why wasn't she crying? Why wasn't she yelling? Peter's eyes became green.
"There is nothing you can do to me that will make me scared of you. Hook did worst things then cut me with a knife." Winter said.
"Whatever." Peter said.
He let go of her.
"Now if you'll excuse me, unlike boys, I need to go take a bath. And if you won't let me do so alone, then I suggest you come along." Winter said.
"Alright, and don't worry, I'll give you some privacy." Peter said.
Winter shrugged.
"I did worst things then undress and take a bath in front of the filthy crew of the Jolly Roger." Winter said, walking toward the edge of the camp where their was a lake with a waterfall, where the lake was.
"Why was Hook so cruel to you? Why didn't he just kill you?" Peter asked.
"The fact that I was the child of the man that had killed the one thing he loved most, was why he was so cruel. But what stopped him from killing me, is that I was the one thing he had left of the woman that he loved. He couldn't find it in his heart to kill me." Winter said.
"And so because of the way you were treated, you came to the point you couldn't trust anyone." Peter said.
Winter nodded.
"And I have hidden that fact from Henry and the rest of the citizens in Storybrook. You're the only to know." Winter said.
They finally reached the lake. Peter sat down and leaned against a tree. He took out his pipes and played a few notes.
"So that's why you can hear my music. You were forced to feel alone and abandoned always." Peter said.
Winter nodded. She set hat down on the ground. Then she took off her belt and her coat. Then she sat down and undid her boots. She also undid her braid as Peter continued playing.
She then unbuttoned her blouse, setting it on the ground with the rest of her things. Then she took off her pants. Leaving on her bra and underwear, Winter then walked into the lake.
Winter turned and faced Peter. Peter looked at her. He watched as then disappeared under the water. Feeling as if she was toying with him.
A few seconds later, she appeared in the middle of the lake, once again disappearing. Then reappearing by a couple of rocks under the waterfall. Winter then pulled herself up onto the rocks.
She walked over and stood under the waterfall, facing Peter. Peter found that when she stretched he could see her ribs. She was abnormally skinny. Winter tilted her head back and got her face wet. Her hair becoming stuck to her back.
"Peter?"
Peter turned and saw the lost boys looking around at the camp. He blew a really high note. The boys turned and smiled at Peter.
"Peter, what are you doing over here?" Devin asked.
Winter smirked.
"That's not a good way to win over my heart." Winter joked.
Peter smiled back.
"Well, you never made me promise not to tell." Peter replied.
"True." She said.
The lost boys looked at her.
"What are you doing?" One asked.
"Taking a bath. I had to wash some boar blood off." Winter said, telling a half truth. She did have to wash some blood off. But not all of it was from a boar.
Then one of the less fearful of the lost boys took his shirt off and jumped into the lake. Soon the rest of the boys followed his lead. Winter smiled. Peter played his music on his pipes.
But after a few minutes of rough housing and splashing with the boys, Winter left the lake and went up to Peter.
"You going to join us?" Winter asked.
"Do I really have to?" Peter said.
"Yes. Even though you're a demon and pretty much heartless, you aren't heartless enough to not have fun once in a while." Winter said.
Winter grabbed his hand and was trying to pull him into the lake. As she did so, Peter saw what looked like the beginning of a scar on her shoulder blade.
"Winter, turn around." Peter said.
Winter confused, turned around. But Peter could not see her back, for her hair covered it. Peter grabbed her hair and moved it so it was over her shoulder. Peter gasped.
Winter's back was covered in scars. It looked like a mix between scars from a knife, a hook, and a whip.
"Did Hook do this to you?" Peter asked, tracing one of the scars.
Winter tensed up and bit her lip. When she tensed up, Peter moved his hand away. Winter moved her hair back to the way it was.
"Yes. But let's not worry about that now. Now come on. Please." Winter begged, tugging on his arm again.
"I'm good right where I am." Peter said.
Winter pouted and headed to the lake. Peter started playing his pipes again. Winter smirked as her back was to him.
After a few notes, water hit him in the face. Winter laughed as Peter's now soaked hat covered his face. He lifted his hat and glared at Winter. But it was a playful glare unlike it had been earlier that morning.
"Oh, you wanna play that way, uh?" Peter said.
He set his hat down on the ground next to his pipes. Then he took his shirt off. His eyes never left Winter who stood on the beach waiting for him.
And then, Peter quickly grabbed Winter before she could react.
"Peter!" She said as he flew to the top of the waterfall.
Her pale cold hands pushed against his tan warm chest.
"Let go." She giggled.
"You ready?" Peter asked, smirking.
"No." Winter said, eyes wide.
"One." Peter said.
"I know what you're thinking." Winter said.
"Two." Peter said, taking a step back.
"Don't do you dare." Winter said.
"Three!" He shouted as he stepped forward throwing her over the water.
Winter screamed as she hit the water. Peter laughed along with the lost boys. He jumped in after her.
