Hey Guys,

sooo I'm back.. perhaps some of you thought I had left this story, but I haven't.. I've just been suuuuper busy, december had been really crazy..

any way I'm back with a belated Christmas present ;)

This chapter is very short.. i know.. but I promise to update quicker next time :)

The next morning Sam awoke to the sound of chirping birds and bristling leaves.

Her head was pounding and her body felt as if she had been running a marathon or something. She swore she felt every muscle in her body, even those she didn't even know she had..

With great difficulty she forces her eyes open and sat up, ignoring the intense pain all over her body.

Her eyes widened as she realized she was lying in a bed." . .!?" Panic struck her as she took in her surroundings and saw her clothes all scattered around over the floor.

Flashes of the night before came flooding back to her.

"No..no fucking way.." she muttered as realization struck her. She jumped off of the bed the instant her mind connected the dots.

"No no no no no no nooo.. this can not be happening.." she whimpered as she cradles her head in her hands.

She had been sleeping in a giant bed in the middle of what looked like a tree house.. a really big one..

In the middle of it was a ladder leading up to a second floor. The treehouse had two windows in it.. well actually more like two square holes in the walls, cause is didn't have any glass in it.. just some rags functioning as curtains Sam guessed..

In the far corner of the house was a door.. probably the front door she thought.

"great.. ." she muttered as she realized she had just woken up in the lion's den.

The fact that she had jumped out of bed naked suddenly hit her and she quickly started picking up her clothes from all around the room.

It was a normal day in Neverland for the Lost boys.. Filled with games and laughter. Knives were being thrown around and arrows being shot at each other.. yes.. it was a normal day for the Lost boys.. but not for their leader.. not for Peter Pan..

He had been sitting on a log for over an hour, staring into the woods. No one really paid any attention to him, or didn't dare to pay attention to him, except for one of the boys. The one most loyal to him, Felix. He had been keeping an eye on him for a while.. "I've never seen him so.. so..so lost.."Felix thought frowning. He wanted to know what was going on, but somehow he also lacked the guts to approach him. The Peter Pan sitting on the log was not one he knew.. and he didn't dare to make him angry by saying the wrong things..

Felix decided it be best if he just concentrated on gathering some boys for the days hunt.

But after half an hour, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to confront Peter and ask him what was going on with him. He gathered all his courage and sat down next to him on the log. Casually he started "So.. how's our rebellious little prisoner doing?"

When Peter didn't answer Felix turned his head to look at him. "Pan?" he tried.

Peter blinked before turning his head towards Felix. "What?!" He frowned. He had not heard Felix's question, he hadn't even really noticed him coming to sit next to him.

"Are you alright?" Felix asked carefully. The trance he seemed to be in, suddenly broken, he stood up and looked down at a confused Felix. "I'm fine Felix.."

"Are you sure?"

shouldn't you be out hunting?" Peter said casually, but with an underlying threat. One that said "leave it!"

Obediently Felix did as he was told and gathered the boys who were to accompany him on the hunt. Peter watched as they disappeared through the trees.

"What the hell is wrong with me?!" Peter scolded himself for making it so obvious something was bugging him.

He glanced sideways up the the treehouse where the cause of his current problems currently resided.

He remembered what happened the night before.. and he knew she would soon regain her memory of it as well.. She would remember what had happened..what he had done.. boy would she be angry..

But.. why did he care?.. should he care? "No!.. of course not.. I'm Peter Pan.. and Peter Pan always gets what he wants.. and he never feels guilty" he told himself..

He turned his head to get a better look at the tree house.. did he just see some movement?

His lips curled up into a smirk.. "she's awake.." but his smirk didn't reach his eyes.. they still reflected guilt and perhaps a hint of fear?.. "not possible.." he thought..

He decided to set aside every emotion boiling inside of him and concentrated on carrying out his game..

the game he had been planning for years.. The game he would win..

no matter what..

I know this is my shortest chapter ever.. i'm sorry.. it's kind of a filler.. a bridge to the next chapter..

Tell me what you think and leave a review.. please? :)

I wrote this chapter on New Years Eve (i know.. I should be out doing way more wild things.. I will real soon ;) ) While I'm writing this it's 0:31.. That Means it's 2014!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! MAY 2014 BRING YOU A LOT OF LUCK, HAPPINESS AND ABOVE ALL LOVE! 3

Love
A.