I woke up to a kick in my ribs, I curled into the foetal position and groaned, squeezing my eyes open as I looked up at Emilia. I looked around me and noticed that Sophie had gone, and so had most of the camp, training I presumed. I narrowed my eyes at her spiteful face and sat up muttering 'bitch' under my breath. 'What?' I demanded with a shrug and she glowered at me, flicking her brunette hair over her shoulder in a superior manner.

'Pan wants you outside his tent.' She huffed.

'Excellent.' I hissed sarcastically, standing to my feet and stretching my arms behind my head. I felt at my side to check my dagger was still tucked into the waistband of my skirt, which it was.

'I don't know how you are even getting promoted.' She muttered through gritted teeth.

'Just lucky I guess.' I teased with a boastful smirk. I don't understand what her problem was, she was already the highest ranking there could be so what could she be so envious about?

'You are nothing but disrespectful to Pan,' Emilia scolded, 'to all of us.' I wasn't exactly going to be peachy to the people who had taken me away from my home. I really hated this girl, everything about Emilia just screamed evil cow, she was like the school mean girl of Neverland.

'Awh,' I mocked with a pout at her comment, knowing it would wind her up, and I walked away to Pan's tent, leaving her there to fester in anger. Two could play the bitch game. I strolled in the direction of Peter's tent and as expected he was there waiting for me, holding a bundle of something in his arms.

'Good morning.' Peter gave a half smile and I frowned at him.

'Again, how can you even tell?' I said, looking up at the dark skies, squinting in confusion, Peter shrugged and passed me what he was clutching onto.

'Here,' I looked at what he had given me; a pair of tight black jeans and an oversized, button up black silk shirt, 'I thought you needed a change of clothes to suit you better to Neverland life.' I looked down at my outfit and realised I was still in the same clothes I was in when I arrived, and they were not suited to the wild forests of Neverland that could pull and tear at my skirt.

'Thanks,' I said genuinely, these clothes weren't half bad and they looked more comfortable and warm, 'I'll go put these on.' Peter pointed to his tent, gesturing me to change in there. Whilst changing into my new clothes I looked around his tent quietly. I noticed a large stack of books by the side of his hammock, I took a peak at some of the titles; Paradise Lost, Grimm's Fairy Tales, Alice in Wonderland, Frankenstein, Lord of the Flies… I chuckled at the irony of Golding's novel being in his collection. I didn't expect Peter to be such an avid reader, but the titles I took an interest in seemed to fit his personality perfectly. I was just doing the last few buttons of the oversized shirt when something caught my eye, in between where the hammock was hung and where his pelt bed was, was a small side table. It was painted navy blue with small white flowers on the drawers, on top of the table was a piece of handmade lace, and on top of that was a small red leather book and a tiny thimble. I already guessed who most of this belonged to. I peeled back the leather cover of the book and saw it was a notebook of some sort, scrawled across the top of the first page was the name Wendy Moira Angela Darling, I knew it would be her diary, I didn't dare look any further and I stepped back.

'You done?' Peter called from outside the tent; I jumped, picking up my dagger and putting it in my back pocket so the handle poked out, I half jogged to meet him outside. 'Ok?' He asked with a concerned frown.

'Yes, I got caught up looking at your book collection.' I explained as we began to walk to where I presumed my training was taking place. He nodded but didn't go into further detail of his books. The clearing he took me to wasn't far from his tent, there was a small fire going and a sack of something next to the fire. I stood with my arms folded, prepared for whatever he had in store, Peter then pulled out of the bag a limp and rather dead rabbit. 'Why?' I whined as he hung it upside down with a devious smile, admiring his kill.

'We are starting small, you need to get used to gore, so as your first bit of training you are going to watch me skin a rabbit.' My insides twisted up in me and my stomach lurched at the thought.

'Ugh, poor thing.' I sighed sadly as I sat down next to him, I peered inside the bag and realised he had several dead rabbits.

'If you watch me skin a few of these it should help desensitise you for when you have to defend yourself in a fight.' Peter explained and I exhaled as he began running a knife down the rabbit's front. I felt a bit sick as he began pulling the skin off the fleshy, muscular body of the poor creature. I decided speaking to him would make this experience less nauseating than watching him reveal the insides of a furry animal in silence.

'So, are you and Emilia… a thing?' I asked tentatively, he paused his work and looked up at me with a half smile.

'No,' he laughed, 'why?'

'I was just wondering,' I shrugged, 'she seems very jealous when I am called on by you, to be perfectly honest she is a massive-'

'Bitch?' Peter finished for me and I chuckled. 'Yeah she is, but bloody loyal though, I think there was a time she had a bit of a soft spot for me when she first arrived.' He said, tossing the rabbit's skin to the side and tying the flesh to a stick to cook.

'I think she still does.' I said, tossing a piece of my hair over my shoulder.

'Probably, but then again, most girls do…' He added arrogantly, looking up at me through his eyelashes, making me roll my eyes.

'I tend to go for the, oh I don't know… non-kidnapper type?' He glared at me as he stuck the rabbit over the fire.

'I told you that the pool at Skull Rock chose you to be here, not me…' He uttered in annoyance.

'You still acted upon it!' I exclaimed, throwing my hands out in front of me in frustration, frowning at his dumb logic. 'And if you keep saying that you wouldn't choose me to be here why don't you just let me go home?'

'I am not getting into this conversation with you again.' He said firmly, looking back to the rabbit cooking, and he clenched his defined jaw. 'Just when I thought you were actually cooperating.' He whispered to himself, smirking bitterly.

'I'm not cooperating, I'm just not fighting for the time being, and I'm still set on going home.' I said, leaning back and looking at the flickering flames.

'I'm starting to think this family of yours have descended from Heaven by your nauseating need to go home.' He scoffed, setting the cooked rabbit on top of the bag and cracking his knuckles.

'They're not perfect but I love them.' I said simply. 'I love a lot of people back home.'

'Tell me about them.' He said, lying on his side with one leg propped up and crossed over his outstretched one. I was about to refuse but instead I decided I would tell him, maybe hearing from me about my family and friend would soften him up and he would think about my return home.

'Well… I have a mother and father. They are a bit smothering, massive worriers, strict when it comes to my safety and wellbeing. I don't know what they would think of my disappearance…' I looked to Peter and his face held no emotion, he didn't care. 'Did you have any parents?'

'Yes, I wasn't too fond.' He replied curtly as if parents were optional. I was about to press further about his parents and background but he began asking me questions again. 'I've heard you have a brother?'

'Yes; Elliot is my little brother, I'm quite lucky to have him, he's not that annoying for thirteen.' Again he showed no emotion, he simply blinked and furrowed his eyebrows, glancing away briefly. He sat up and crossed his legs, it was silent for a few minutes as he began to skin another rabbit. 'How old were you when you came here?' I asked, breaking the silence, he flinched slightly at the question.

'Same age I look now.' Peter said, straightening himself up from hunching over the lifeless mammal.

'How did you even get here?' I pressed further and he smiled to himself at my curiosity.

'I'm not telling you.'

'Fine.' I exhaled gruffly at his response. 'But you should tell me, seeing as I have told you about my family and background.'

'And whose fault was that?' I wanted to scream YOURS but then it hit me that I had in fact opened up to him without him prying too much.

'You're such an ass.' I muttered, admitting defeat and making him laugh, his laughing soon became contagious and I found myself chuckling slightly too. 'Anyway I thought training would involve a bit of fighting and not just slicing open dead rabbits.'

'Hmm, I was quite enjoying our fireside talks.' Peter said mockingly with a coy smile. 'Does my company not please you?' He tilted his head and smirked.

'It would please me more if I could have you pinned up against a tree.' I countered indifferently but this made Peter smile wider, biting his lip.

'Would it?' He raised one eyebrow seductively, I scoffed at his insinuation but couldn't help smiling at his sense of humour.

'I'm going back to camp.' I declared with a laugh as I stood up, Peter quickly got to his feet, laughing. His laugh wasn't menacing this time, it was childish and filled with joy, and the sound of it I could have listened to for years. He rushed over, clutching my arm lightly making me stop, still chuckling to himself.

'Stay, c'mon we'll do some training. Proper training.' I nodded with a smile. 'Lesson one,' he pulled me in by my waist with one hand and with the other he grabbed my dagger out of my back pocket, 'never leave your weapon vulnerable to your opponent.' He handed me back my blade but still held me close. His eyes were greener than I had ever seen them before. It made me feel sick that I was actually enjoying spending time alone with him. Peter's face wasn't as cold as it had been, it was softer and he had a mischievous smile on his face as he looked down at me. There was an element about him that made him vilely endearing. He was like something of the sublime, I wanted to stand back and appreciate his aura; the adored, respected and feared leader. 'Cas is coming.' His comment broke me out of my thoughts as his arm slipped away from me, I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Cas was walking towards us. I shuffled to Peter's side to face Cas. Cas gave me a brief smile and nodded his head at Peter.

'Pan.' Cas greeted gracefully. 'How is training?'

'Very good; Anya has shown some great skill, we've been incredibly busy, she's probably very tired.' Peter lied, I looked up at him but he gave a brief look to tell me to go with it. He probably didn't want Cas knowing we had just talked and cooked rabbits for most of the time.

'I'm not tired, I could probably do with some more training.' I chirped up, Cas raised his eyebrows at my enthusiasm. I really just wanted to spend a little bit more time with Peter, being with Peter today was the most fun I had had here.

'You'll get sick of me, I promise, Cas take her back to camp.' Peter ordered and a slight bit of disappointment washed over me.

'Yes of course, I actually just stopped by to give you an update on the pirate situation.' Cas said and Peter narrowed his eyes curiously.

'Go on.'

'There are whispers of Anya at Pirate Port, and there is word going round that Bill is livid about your run in with him Pan. He wants revenge for you giving Felix orders to kill one of his men.' Peter simply gave a bright smile and raised one shoulder, coolly dropping it.

'I thought that would be the case.' Peter said, I looked up at him, his facial expression made it clear he was thinking of something to do. 'That gives me and Anya something to do tomorrow.'

'It does?' I frowned at him curiously.

'Mm, we'll see what they are up to.' Peter explained briefly, I didn't exactly see why I was going with him, but if tomorrow was going to be anything like today I wasn't complaining.

'I'll be training some more recruits tomorrow if you Anya wanted to continue-' Cas started but he was silenced by Peter.

'Not necessary Cas, I can train her tomorrow near Pirate Port.' Cas nodded at Peter's response and glanced at me quickly. 'I have some things to run by Felix, see you tomorrow Anya, Cas.' He said as he turned on his heel to walk away, my gaze followed him as he picked up the bag of now cooked rabbits and disappeared into the trees.

'You and Pan seem on better terms.' Cas commented as we began to walk back to camp.

'Hmm, I guess.' I uttered with a small shrug.

'Was he harsh to you during training?' Cas queried, I shook my head no.

'He was fine.' My brief comments were making Cas curious but I couldn't concentrate on our conversation. Peter's laugh echoed in my head, his honeysuckle breath lingered in my nose and his warm touch stayed under my skin. I couldn't get that damn boy out of my mind.

'You can't get close to him Anya.' This comment sure snapped me out of my thoughts, I looked Cas in the eyes and he gave me a concerned look. 'Pan doesn't make friendships, and even if he did then this technique of yours certainly won't work.' Technique? Cas thought I was getting along with Peter as a means to go home? The thought hadn't even crossed my mind, although I wish it had… 'If you get close to him, trust me, he'll never let you go.'

'You're right.' I admitted, of course Peter would never let me go home if he found friendship in me.

'I wouldn't go out to the port with him tomorrow if I were you.' Cas suggested but I shook my head.

'No I will,' I said curtly, something in me still wanted to spend time with him, 'but no messing about.' I promised myself rather than Cas. He was right, I needed to go home and having Peter as a friend would mean I was securing my place here indefinitely.

Sorry for the slightly long wait, got a big reading list to complete! I would have put it up yesterday but I had an essay due :( but alas it is here and I hope this was worth the wait! Again thank you so much for your support and kind comments on my last upload, I really appreciate it, love y'all! xoxox