A/N: Alright, guys. Don't kill me! I had major writer's block and could not think. But, I'm back in action! So, what did y'all think Violet will react to this new revelation? I might put it in this chapter...or I might not. Okay, on with the story!

"We've been trudging through this dense forest for ages, Tinkerbell. Where are we going?" Hook asks impatiently, stopping for a moment to look at his new boots covered with mud. He shudders in disgust. Kind of ironic for a disgusting pirate.

"You have no patience whatsoever, Hook. And to answer your question, we are headed to my treehouse," Tink replies, annoyed at her new companion's attitude. "I don't own this island. If I did, I would be able to make the distance shorter."

Hook smirks at this. Finally, he gets why she's helping him. "So, you want to take over Neverland?" he asks.

Tink spins around in shock. "Now, who said that?!"

"No one had to say anything. Why else would you be willing to help a pirate such as myself?"

"Maybe, I want to be free..."

"...to be Queen."

"Ugh! You're so frustrating!"

"Many women have said that." Tink rolls her eyes and resists the urge to slap the daylights out of him. However, they arrive at a giant tree, and the ex-fairy smiles.

"We're here," she says calmly.

"Your son?" I ask Peter. After he revealed his big secret, we got up to move camp. Now, we sit next to the Echo Caves on a damp log.

"Yes, my son," Peter says, rolling his eyes as if his secret means nothing.

"Exactly, how old are you?"

"Older than I look."

"Wow. That is so specific." There we go. I got my sarcasm back.

"Look. My age is none of your concern."

"Oh yes. My only concern is to help you in your diabolical plans, you little demon." He lets out a laugh at the insult. I want to laugh to, but then there's that question of my morals and all. After his little laughing moment, we stay silent. Me yawning breaks the silence, and Peter raises an eyebrow.

"You need sleep, again?" he asks with grin.

"Well, I'm sorry. I nearly died in the Dark Hollow just yesterday. It doesn't mean anything," I snap, my voice oozing with sarcasm.

"Well, go up to my treehouse."

"But, your treehouse is all the way back there where your camp was."

"I make this island move to my own accommodations." Then, he stands me up and turns me around. "Look," he says pointing to a relatively high tree. There, I could see a wooden house perched on the branches.

"Is this feeble attempt to impress me?" I say, bored at his small effort.

"I wouldn't say feeble, but sure." I roll my eyes and take his hands off my waist. Slowly, I climb up the long ladder to the treehouse. By the time I get up there, I'm huffing out short breaths. I shouldn't do exercise after almost dying. Nope, not at all.

Clutching my stomach, I make my way over to the rickety bed and sit down. I undo the string of the cloak and take it off. Setting it neatly next to me, I pull the covers over me and it, and fall asleep.

"So, you're telling me that Pan moves his camp almost everyday?" Hook asks with a glare.

"Yes," Tink replies, not seeing the fury in Hook's eyes.

"So, how the hell am I supposed to find Violet?!" Hook screams, causing Tink to shudder.

"Keep your voice down! If any of the lost boys knew you were here, they would kill you and me!" Tink screams in a hushed tone. Then, she comes and sits down on a dining chair across from Hook. "Look, I know what he needs Violet for."

"What does he need her for?"

Peter comes up to the treehouse after sending me up a couple of hours ago. Entering the hut, he rakes his hand through his hair in frustration. Bae had escaped from the camp while Peter was sleeping with me. Peter knows that he'll try to leave the island soon, but Peter will let him. Bae is the key to the prophecy. But, it will be a while before it is fulfilled. For now, Peter wanted to focus on the task at hand. And the solution to the task lies on his bed.

I shift in the bed in my sleep. My eyes move side to side under closed lids. A nightmare courses through my head, and it makes my brain pound against my skull.

I'm running. That much I can tell. Running from...the Lost boys. But why? Then, I see Killian in front of me. A knife is in my hand. I approach Killian faster and faster. And, when I reach him, I plunge the dagger into his heart. He lets out a scream and falls to the ground, spurting blood out of his mouth. I look at him in sick satisfaction. But why? This isn't right. No...no...no, no, no!

"Violet, wake up!" Peter growls at me.

I sit up from my dream and whisper "Killian." I don't see Peter cringe again when I say Killian.

Peter rises from the bed, grabbing the cloak. He puts it back in the closet and comes to the bed again. But, I don't lie down.

"Go to sleep, Violet," Peter orders.

"Can't..." I say, huffing.

"You're hyperventilating. You're going to hurt yourself. Just lie down." Unwillingly, I lie down and try to stop the tears pricking my eyes. And then, I break down. Against my better judgement again, I shift over to Pan's lying form and hug him tightly. Putting my head against his shoulder, I sob. The dream was just so vivid. God...I can't...no, I won't do that to Killian...No.

Peter is alarmed at the first with my break down, but he creeps his right hand to the small of my back. "It's okay, Violet. Think lovely thoughts. Think lovely thoughts."