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Chapter 9

Reflection

Danielle and the twins sat quietly in peter's room, waiting for the noise of battle overhead to die down. The lost girl could only imagine what was going on up there. All she heard was crying, screaming and the pounding of feet stomping against the roof. Twice she rushed at the door to go out and join in the chaos to help defend the camp, but the twins were adamant on follow Pan's orders. On the first attempt they had only grabbed her and tried to held her back, but after the second attempt they shackled her feet to Peter's bed.

She hated being kept away during this fight while others- her friends for Christ sake!- were up above defending their home! She should be up there helping! Why would the Piccaninny Tribe be attacking them? It didn't make sense! It was barely a few days ago that she and the boys were out hanging out with their princess, Tigerlily! Hell, she and Felix had a thing! She would be doing everything possible to avoid something like this, so why were they here? Was her father angry with them? Did Peter do something stupid to piss them off? A tear fell as Danielle continued on sifting through her thoughts. What was going on?

Now only one man was left standing from the Piccaninny Tribe. Peter thought about letting him live for a second, but the man charged at him with a club. Peter quickly used his magic and snapped the guy's neck before he got anywhere close to him. The fight was over.

With a deep breath Peter began to look around and surveyed the damage around the camp. Bodies from both sides were laying around everywhere, half of the camp was destroyed along with several of the boys' homes, and a fire had broken out as well. Not to mention he was a bit battered up himself too.

He quickly got to work and started shouting orders at the boys to put out the fire and move the bodies. The Indians would be taken back to their village to burn while Peter and his boy would take their dead and line them up along the beach. They'd burn them and have their funeral at night.

The boys were doing well in following his orders despite their evident sorrow. Many of his boys had died during the fight and he could see it was weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, but not his. He did feel the wrenching of sadness pull at his heart, but at the same time he felt numb to its pain. It didn't hurt to lose all those boys, nor did it hurt to watch the tribe fall at his hands. However it did make him angry. He didn't want any of that to happen. It wasn't part of his plan. No, it was that purple eyed demon's doing, Facilier.

Facilier was Peter's old teacher. The old man taught him almost everything he knew about magic… well dark magic at least. He was supposed to have died long ago when Peter first arrived in Neverland, but somehow he survived. The immortal boy hand no idea how his old mentor managed this, but he planned to amend that fact very soon.

Just as the boys were about to move Tigerlily's body out of the way, Felix came and stopped them. Peter looked at his friend and saw immediately that the tall blond boy was barely holding it together. He was telling the boys to hand the Indian princess over to him, but staying true to Pan's orders, they refused. Before things could get violent, Peter quickly intervened. "Let him have her." He told them. The boys looked up at him in surprise, but didn't question his order. With a nod they handed over the dead Princess to Felix and left to tend to the other bodies lying around the camp.

Felix held the young Princess in his hands for a few moments, then finally looked down to Peter. "Thank you." he nodded, looking barely able to stand there without crying. Peter winced at his voice.

For the first time in centuries Peter felt something keenly similar to guilt. It was his fault that this happened. He should have seen all this coming, but he didn't. All of this could have been avoided if he had just been paying a bit more attention to the island, rather than his scheme with Danielle. However none of that mattered now. What was done, was done.

Peter almost told the boy that the lost ones never say thank you for anything, but he thought better of it and simply nodded, "No problem." And then walked away. His friend needed time to himself. That much was clear to anyone. So he let Felix run off to the woods with Tigerlily's body, mot even minding he wasn't heading into the direction on her village.

All the noises from outside had ceased now, but that did little to calm Danielle's nerves. None of them knew who won or anything that was going on still, but then nearly after half an hour passed, the bedroom door finally opened. Both the twins readied their weapons in case it was an attack, but thankfully it was Peter. The twins but the weapons down.

"Hello boys." He greeted them somberly.

Both of them greeted him back. "Hello Pan."

Peter turned his head towards his lost girl, "And Danielle…" he started, then he saw the shackles around her feet and paused, "What's all this?" he pointed and asked the group curiously.

"She tried to make a break for it." Ace began.

"Did she now?" Peter smirked, but his expression stayed dark.

"Twice!" Jack held up two fingers.

"It was the only way we knew how to keep her in place."

"Well good work boys." He nodded at them, "Go up and join the others in the cleanup. I need to talk to Danielle a bit." He walked over and waved his hand over the shackles and made them disappear. "Alone."

"Alight." Jack nodded and he and his brother left and went upstairs.

Once the two were out of ear shot, Peter turned back to Danielle. "How are you feeling?"

"How am I feeling?" She shook her head and got up to start looking him over, "Peter, I should be the one asking you that question. Look at you! You look horrible!"

"Well you don't look so grand yourself." He quipped, pointing at her red eyes.

"Whatever!" She groaned and wiped a couple of tears away with her hand, "I'm fine! But look at you! Seriously Peter, you're covered in cuts and bruises! Wait- is that blood on your shirt?"

"It's not mine." He replied and that made Danielle freeze.

"W-who's blood is it then?" She looked at him warily, "In fact, what all happened up there? Why were the Piccaninny attacking? Are they going to be back?" She started to sound worried.

Peter's gaze dropped to the ground and he shook his head. Danielle wanted to shout at him and get him to tell her what was going on, but she stopped herself and willed herself to be patient and let him speak.

After a long pregnant silence, the lost boy leader finally muttered, "The Piccaninny tribe is dead."

Danielle's breath hitched and tears started swelling in her eyes, "W-what?"

"The Piccaninny are dead, Danielle. Every last one of them." He replied, but he wouldn't meet her gaze. He paused for a moment, letting the news sink in, but one he heard his lost girl whimpering he continued on, "They came to attack us. We defended ourselves. Now they're all gone."

Tears started streaming own here cheeks, "Tigerlily? Her family? All the women? Kids-"

"All of them." Peter confirmed.

"But why?!" Danielle shouted, angry and horrified, but Peter quickly shook his head. "We were all friends! She was in love with Felix! Why would they attack?!"

"They thought we were responsible for an attack on their village that killed most of their people, but we weren't."

"W-why- why would they even think that!?" Danielle shouted. Tears were falling from her cheeks now, not to mention Peter could hear her stutter clearly in her voice again. "They w-were our f-friends!" He sighed at that. He had found that she only did this whenever the girl was frightened or upset.

"The attack they experienced was done by my methods." He answered, finally looking at Danielle in the eye, "For them, it would seem that it was me behind the attack, but I assure you it wasn't." He place a hand on her shoulder. Danielle quickly pushed him away and stepped out of his reach.

"Don't you touch m-me!" She screeched, barely holding herself together enough to speak. Her sorrow threated to choke out her voice, but she willed it back with what little strength she had, "Don't you touch me, Pan! You come and tell me that the Piccaninny had good reason to believe you were the one that attacked them, but that it wasn't really you?" She shook her head, "Do you know how this sounds?!"

"I know exactly how it sounds!" He shouted "But I am telling you it wasn't me or any of the lost boys! Okay? I swear it!"

Danielle paused for a second to consider his words. As far as she knew, Peter has never broken a promise. His word was his bond, but that didn't mean he couldn't change that at any second. "Then if it wasn't you, w-who was it, hm?" she waved her hands, "Tell me that!"

"I'm don't know." He growled. It was a lie, but he knew his lost girl couldn't handle the truth. He would lose her if he told her right now. "But I promise you I will find them and when I do, they're going to beg me to kill them." He promised angrily. "No one crosses me and gets away with it. No one."

Danielle didn't know what to say after that. The whole tribe was gone. A part of her wanted to yell at Peter and demand he answer more of her questions, but her grief had choked out the rest of her voice. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to. So she just fell back and collapsed on the bed. She wept, not even caring that Peter was watching her.

When Peter saw this he felt a sharp pain in chest and knew she was the one that brought it on. He wanted to resent her for making him feel like this, but for some reason he couldn't. So he did the only thing he could think of to stop the pain and sat down next to Danielle on the bed and took her into his arms. She resisted at first, but once he had he pulled her onto his lap she stopped and let herself cry on his shoulder. Peter never one thought he'd ever be in this position, sitting and trying to comfort someone in grief. He hated crying, still did. Peter thought hard on something to say to the girl to make her stop, but in the end he just gave her a peck in her hair and let her be in his arms for a while. They both sat there sat there for a long time till finally his lost girl finally fell asleep in his arms. Once he was sure she was completely out, he laid her down and pulled back the covers over her to get some rest. She needed it after the day she had. They all did.

He was about to leave the room to help the boys finish the cleanup up above with the camp when he stopped in his track and froze. There was something wet on his cheek. Stunned, he quickly crossed his room to the other side and found the giant silver platter that he keep in the corner and pick it up to look at his reflection. His eyes were red and there was a single tear, clear as day, on his cheek. As it rolled down it washed the dirt on his face away. Peter's face twisted with absolute surprise and horror. He had been crying too.