Chapter 9

A/N: Okay, so Pan is a jerk. That much is obvious, but he is caring… Wonder what it means for Violet! On with the story!


I wake up again on Pan's soft bed, but I am not alone. A soft and warm body is wrapped around me. Shifting my head, I look up at the body of Peter Pan. I make no sudden movement as I look at his angelic face. Even a horrendous being like him can seem so peaceful in sleep. It aggravates me, and I can't watch him sleep for a second longer. I untangle myself from him, or attempt to, but he grabs my body once more with his surprisingly strong arm. I groan inwardly and let my head fall back on the pillow with a thud. I can't sleep anymore, so I just shut my eyes.


"You want me to help you break into Pan's camp? You're crazy," Tink says to Hook as he expresses his worry and his plan about me. She starts to walk away, but Hook grabs her arm and pulls her back.

"Hear me out, Tinkerbell. She's the only shipmate I have. We are family," Hook says desperately. Tink lets out a huff and nods.

"It won't be easy."

"I'm countin' on it." Hook smirks, and two start to trudge through the jungle once more.


I can feel Pan shifting in his sleep. Finally, the demon awakes. Oh joy. He slowly removes his hands away from my body, thinking I'm still asleep. A creak resounds from his bed as he gets up. He, then, starts walking to the side of the room facing me. I shut my eyes quickly and even out my breathing, but heart is still beating fast. I hear a shuffle of papers, footsteps, and the front door shutting. Creaking open my eyes, I let out a sigh of relief because the room is empty.

Slowly, I get up. My aching body is an annoyance, but I'll live. From last night, my body has gotten warmer, but my lungs are still burning from the lack of room temperature air flowing through it.

I rake my hair with my hands as a daily activity. My hair is in knots and covered with an assortment of leaves and twigs. I twist my face in disgust. Swinging my legs over the bed, I look down at my thighs and sigh. I'm not wearing the same outfit I wore last night. It resembles Pan's garb, but more feminine. As in, my legs are bare, and it disgusts me. I get up and walk around the room to the wooden closet that sits next to the door. After I open the door, I stare at the clothes in annoyance. It is the exact same outfit, but with pants. That's all. I grab one of the gray pants and pull it on over my legs. They're baggy, but they're better than nothing. Suddenly, a glimmer of red and gold catches my eye in the closet. A pied cloak engulfs a shirt, vest and pants. I grab the cloak and pull it over myself. It gives me a sense of security. I hope he doesn't try to kill me again for this, but then I could care less. Therefore, I walk out of the tree house and down the steps to the camp. All the boys are too busy playing and dancing to pay attention to me, but Felix raises an eyebrow, scanning my outfit. He nudges Pan with his left hand, and Pan looks up from his pipes at me. I look at the floor quickly, not seeing his smirk. It's nighttime, and I can't even see my feet as I look at the ground. Pan comes up to me and asks, "What's this?" He ushers to the pants and cloak.

"The outfit provided was a little too scandalous for me," I reply firmly. He grins his malicious grin, and I have to quench my urge to punch him.

"Those are my clothes."

"Go figure." I seriously need to work on my sarcasm. It's growing weak.

"I want them back."

"You want me to strip, then?"

"Possibly." I open my eyes in shock and hope he's not serious. "But, I'm not a complete animal. Besides, I kind of like that you're wearing my clothes. More of a reason to not let you go." I want to take the clothes off so badly, but I know I can't. "Now, come on. Let's get some food in you." His tone changes; it's more caring, but I shove it off. He tried to kill me.

"I want to go back to Hook." If I were normal, I probably wouldn't have noticed Pan's cringe at the mention of Killian. But, I do.

"Like I said before, you are not going back."

"Why?"

"Because you are going to help me get something." I furrow my eyebrows in question. So there is an actual reason for keeping me here. But, what does he need me to retrieve?

"If I have to steal something…"

"You won't have to. You just have to make sure the package is on a safe path towards me."

"Might I ask what it is?" I ponder.

"You may not." Again, I have to quench the urge to punch him. This little demon is getting on my nerves again. "Now, stop gritting your teeth and eat." He hands me a wooden bowl containing a chicken leg and some berries. Not having the energy to fight, I sit down on a log with him and start eating. Pan stares at me the whole time, and I get nervous.

"What?" I ask in annoyance, the chicken leg halfway towards my mouth.

"You eat very formally," he states.

"What am I supposed to do? Eat like your barbaric boys?"

"Possibly."

"Again with the possibly. It's such an unconventional statement." He grins at me, and I fight the urge to smile as well. This boy ripped me away from my best friend and left me for dead. If I smile at him, my moral ethics will have diminished.

When I finish eating, Pan grabs the bowl from my hand and puts it aside. Feeling thirsty, I look around for a flask of water. But, Pan shakes his head.

"What? I'm looking for water," I say in annoyance.

"Don't look. Believe," Pan commands.

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Imagine the water in your hands. But, be specific." Fine. Here goes nothing. I close my eyes and picture a flask of water. I extend my hand out, and soon enough, I feel a metal object in my hands. It's a water flask! I smile in my victory and unscrew the flask to drink from it. The water is so refreshing that I drink the entire thing. Wiping my mouth, I see Pan staring at me with either awe or confusion.

"First try, and you were able to get what you want. I've only seen one person do that before."

"Who?" I ask, putting the empty flask on the ground.

"My son."