Warren fought his way through the thick undergrowth, eyes shining. Eve, it was fantastic having someone else to talk to, especially someone who understood what he was talking about when most of the time. He loved how her eyes sparkled when she talked about how much she loved the stars. Ever since he had been cast out by the Indians he had been on his own in his own little cave in a small clearing deep in the woods. He had built himself a reasonably cosy camp. He built a fire to keep him warm and leaves, hay and moss for bedding. He boiled grass and flowers if he hadn't caught any fish that day. It tasted absolutely disgusting. He shudders at the thought. He was going to catch some today but of course got distracted by a certain someone… he let his mind wander wistfully to earlier that day.

He had woken up early and spent most of his day, fiddling with his spear which he had made last night so he could catch fish. It was a hot day and he decided to do it later. He folded his arms under his head and stared lazily up at the newborn sky. The clouds drifted far above him and he wondered if anyone back home missed him. He sighed and shut his eyes and tried not to think about it. Two years, that's a long time. And now his chance had come along. Eve. Eve was his chance, if he could just get her to tell him where Peter was then he could go home. Home, did he even want to go home? Was there any point? He doubted they had missed him. If anyone had missed him. And even if he DID leave, he wouldn't see Eve again...

Eve...

"Warren?"

He shot up, and in doing so his head collided with Eve's and she fell backwards, clutching her head. They sat there, half giggling half groaning.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly, helping her up. "You okay?" Eve rolled her eyes. "Yeah being headbutted for no reason doesn't hurt at all(!)" But she was grinning and he grinned back. "It's good to see you again." Eve laughed. "Thanks. I managed to give Peter the slip, he seems determined to turn me in to Wendy. He tried to make me sow his shadow on again yesterday..." Warren grinned. "Aww your turning in to his Wendy." Eve's eyes widened and shuddered. But she giggled. "Gosh I hope not... that would be scary." Warren smiled at her. "Yeah, I like you the way you are." Eve found the comment so ridiculous she found herself blushing. She gestured to the spear, which was laid on the ground behind him. Warren sighed. "I was gonna go fishing, but got distracted." "By what?" She asked. You. He wanted to say... but instead said; "The clouds." He sighed. "But your here now so I might as well start." He glanced up at Eve. "You wanna help?" "Of course."

He rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, and grabbed his spear. He waded in to the warm water. He looked to his right and saw Eve leaping from rock to rock beside him. "It'll be easier with two of us." She said, her black hair swished wildly around her shoulders as she leaped from rock to rock. "I can spot the fish, and you can catch it." Warren chuckled, looking down at the still water making sure not to step on any sharp rocks. "Sounds like a good plan to me-URGH" He cried suddenly. Eve jerked her head upwards, almost lost her balance. "W-what?" Warren groaned as he peeled seaweed off his leg. "Damn seaweed." He growled. Eve stood there laughing at him. Warren glared at her. "It's not funny It's gross." He smirked waving it in her face. "Gross!" She squealed, grabbing his arm and shoving it away. He laughed as she wobbled dangerously and with a crash landed in the crystal water.

Warren stood there giggling his head off, and looking down at a furious Eve. "That was YOUR fault." she growled. Warren opened his mouth to answer when he felt Eve bolt up and grab his arm, yanking hiim down in to the shallow water with him. He landed next to her, sprinkling her in warm water. They laid there in the water giggling like crazy. "We suck at fishing." sighed Warren. "Correction, YOU Suck at fishing... YOUR the one that freaked out over a bit of seaweed." giggled Eve splashing him. Warren laughed. "I freaked out? ME? You fell over when it came within inches of your face!" he laughed splashing her back. Eve laughed and looked around in the water. "Well if there were any fish around here anyway we'd have scared them off by now." said Eve. Warren sighed and got up. He took of his shirt and ringed it out, Eve stared up at him, she looked at him, for the first time really looked at him, her heart suddenly pounded a thousand times per second. His beautiful glossy black curls were now wet and he stared down at her with deep piercing blue eyes. He was beautiful. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She blushed when she realized she was staring, and glanced away nervously. But something nagged at her; where had she seen those eyes before?

Warren beamed down at her, she was gorgeous, her black hair was soaking wet and clung to her pale skin and her eyes sparkled with a passionate mischief she sat up with her legs drawn in to her chest, she was so small and... and funny... and smart... He shook his head and laughed nervously, and he helped her up, and their eyes locked.

Then a sudden all too familiar crow shot through the calm of the beach. Eve looked around wildly, scared that Peter would come soaring out of the skies at any second. Warren looked at her crestfallen, "Do you HAVE to go every time he calls?" Eve nodded. "He's not as stupid as you think he is, he gets suspicious." Warren sighed and picked up his spear. "Okay." Eve sighed. Then had an idea; "What if, I sneaked out...and you met me here at night?" Warren nodded eagerly. She grinned. "Midnight?" "Of course." "See you then." He flashed a lazy grin at her and Eve felt her heart about ready to explode. Then the ear splitting crow shot through the silence once again. "Bye..." And she rushed off down the beach, a small storm of golden sand followed in her wake. He watched her go then made his way back to his cave.

The deeper he went in to the forest the more certain he was. "I think... I think I love her..." he told himself out loud. You think? replied the voice in his head. Warren shook his head and whispered gently to himself... "No I know...Oh I don't know..." he growled. In his frustration he slashed at the branches in front of him. They hit the ground and he sighed. He hadn't believed in love all of his life, why start now? But then again he hadn't believed in faith, or trust... or pixie dist either. And now here he was, running from pirates in Neverland...

Slightly gestured to the Twins ready to attack. Three. He mouthed. Two... One...Suddenly their was a roar of frustration as suddenly pirates exploded from the forest behind them, swords drawn, the boy (or not boy, Slightly still hadn't figured yet) pun round, his eyes were suddenly filled with a horrified fear. As he broke in to a run, Slightly stood there mouth agape. So the pirates ere looking for one of their own... but why? usually ex pirates became Roarers and nobody cared. Why were they so desperate to catch him? He crouched down as low as he could as a stampede of Pirates flew after the not boy. The second they were out of sight, he dashed over to the twins.

"Find out were he sets up camp, don't let he pirates get to him okay? We can use him against them, if he was so important they burnt down an entire Indian's village for him then he must be important. I'll go and tell Peter!" The Twins nodded and dashed after him. Slightly hurled himself through the undergrowth, he glanced behind him to see if anyone was following him, and crashed in to Eve. They hit the ground, both of them groaning. Slightly blinked at her, rubbing his head. "Eve?" Eve sat there, stunned. "Slightly?" Slightly leapt to his feet. "What are you doing here? Peter's probably looking for you! That and it's dangerous There are pirates lurking around." Eve sighed and rolled ehr eyes, getting up as she did so. "I can look after myself... and anyway I-I got lost." she snapped, struggling to her feet and folding her arms. Slightly glared at her. Uncertain whether she was telling the truth, he could never tell with her. He sighed and grabbed her wrist; "Fine come ON I have to warn Peter." He dragged her through the forest and Eve asked; "Warn him if what?" "We found who the pirates were after..." "Who?" Slightly was about to reply when he saw the den in front of them. "I'll explain later."

Warren groaned and immediately changed direction, they couldn't find out where he lived. Or he'd have to find a brand new camp all over again. He twisted and turned in and out of forests, he weaved in and out of trees careful not to get his shirt snagged on anything, he knew they wouldn't shoot, his father wanted him back alive... he hoped. Suddenly a gunshot rang through the air, and birds of all colors of the rainbow exploded out of the trees above him, the roar of their fearful cries stopped his train of thoughts and he clasped his hands over his ears and groaned. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears and his heart just about ready to explode out of his chest.

They shot at him.

THEY SHOT AT HIM? His dad must have been really desperate. He couldn't help feel a little but awesome, but mostly scared. He didn't wanna go back there, no way. After this is dad might not even let him out on deck! Dad... Should I even call him that? He thought to himself. He shook his head. No. Not at all. He screamed and dropped to the floor as a gunshot exploded in to the tree next to him. Bark flew everywhere and he struggled to his feet and kept running. He heard yelling from behind him, and dared to turn his head, all he saw was a blur of green and brown as he raced through the undergrowth, he found it was getting harder and harder to run, as if he was running uphill?

Suddenly the ground beneath him changed from soft grass to hard rock, and a sudden rush of cold air hit him like a slap in face, filling his body with the strong smell of salt. He stared in horror at the ground that had vanished in front of him and felt his stomach drop as he watched the waves claw hungrily at the ends of the cliff he was standing on, white waves of froth exploded from beneath him and the roar of the waves filled his head, the smell of salt was so strong it had started to sting his nose, his mind raced and he couldn't think straight. He backed away from the edge, but he felt the wind of bullets as they raced past him. He looked back and looked down at the sea. There was only one option.

He took a deep shaky breath, trying not to think of the pain he took four steps backward... and leaped.

A horrible cold wind rushed through him as he plummeted from the cliff, he curled himself in to a ball and took a deep breath, the wind screamed in his ears ans he hit the water with a deafening crash. Freezing cold water swirled round him and crushed him from all around. He forced his eyes open and for a few seconds, only saw the dazzling blue of the light as it hit the water, but his eyes focused and he tried to figure out where to go. The impact had almost taken the breath out of him and he tried not to open his mouth to scream at the agony. He felt as if there was a huge rock being shoved in to his chest, he could barely move when he suddenly heard a collection of dull thuds and he swirled his body around to see a bullet heading straight for him. He swerved his body out of the way and narrowly missed it, Warren could feel himself about ready to pass out, his head swirled and he knew he had to get air or he'd pass out and end up anywhere!

Using what felt like the last of his strength he kicked his way to the surface, he broke through the calm surface and he felt air rush through his lungs and he started to cough violently. He took deep breaths, sucking in the air gratefully. His eyesight was blurred and all he saw was a smudged glow that came from the glare of the sun. He shivered as the water licked at his arms and he struggled to stay afloat, his eyes finally managed to focus slightly and he saw green nearby. He blinked, trying to get the water out of his eyes and the green evolved in to trees and land... land! He felt a grin spread across his face and he started to swim towards it. He had drifted too faraway from the beach he met Eve on, and the cliff he had leapt from. But he didn't care, he was alive, and he had escaped his dad again. He was free, and he was a little closer to getting to Peter...