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-Chapter 11-

(Felix)

Felix was still staring at the fire when morning came. The sky was still dark and cloudy, however, threatening to spill rain drops at any moment. Lost Boys slowly began to come out of their tents and dens, filling the clearing. Chef, the Lost Boy who cooked for them (and what a creative nickname that was), began to prepare the morning oatmeal, chopping apples to garnish over the top.

"Where's Peter?" a small boy asked Felix, and he sighed heavily, and stood up, getting ready to address the crowd of boys.

"Peter's going to be gone for a little while, and he put me in charge while he's gone. Nothing's changed except for the fact that he's gone, everything will proceed as normal," Felix droned on slowly in that monotonous tone of his. The boys looked curious, but nobody questioned him, and he was grateful for that.

Finally the dinner bell began to clang noisily throughout the camp, and the boys rushed towards the long table. Felix took his normal place to the left of where Peter sat, and an awkward silence ensued; the Lost Boys were still half-expecting Peter to show.

"You can start serving now, Chef," Felix commanded softly, lacking the confident authority that Peter usually had. The boy nodded slightly before obliging. When the curly haired youth stopped to serve him, Felix gestured to the empty seat across from him.

"Save a bowl for Faith," he said simply, and Chef nodded again, doing as he was told. That was the nice thing about Chef, he always did what he was told and never asked questions or raised doubts.

The rest of breakfast passed mostly in silence, the Lost Boys occasionally muttering amongst themselves. When everyone was done eating, Felix stood awkwardly and cleared his throat.

"Nibs, take care of the dishes this morning. The rest of you occupy yourselves for awhile. I've got to take care of Faith," he told the boys, who waited a few moments before standing and slowly scattering around the camp.

Felix sighed heavily again, and headed towards his leader's tree house. He found his mind wandering to the previous night, and briefly wondered what the hell had happened, before he shook the thought. Just focus on the task at hand, Felix. He thought gloomily, and began to climb up the tree, holding her breakfast and a cup of water in one hand.

When he threw back the curtain, Felix almost gasped out loud again. Faith was lying on the bed, facing the door. And she looked awful. Her face was flushed and sickly, and she took short, painful gasps for breaths. He stayed there for a moment, wondering what he should do, before she began hacking loudly. Felix walked slowly to her side, and looked down at her face. He realized with a pang that she was awake, and must be feeling miserable.

"How are you feeling?" Felix asked quietly, wanting to slap himself afterward. How the fuck do you think she's feeling, dumbass?

"Fantastic," the pale girl groaned, before she started hacking again. Felix winced at the sound; it sounded so painful, like the walls of her lungs were tearing apart. He knelt down and brushed his fingers against her forehead to feel her temperature. The skin was blazing hot, though Faith was shivering against the blankets. Felix also noted that no sparks had flown between them; she was too weak for magic.

"You're running a fever," Felix stated obviously. The girl glared at him slightly with bloodshot eyes, but didn't say anything. He gave her a weak smile before turning around and grabbing a rag off the floor and dipping it in the now cool water. He lifted the rag and wrung it out, then walked back to her and slowly began to dab at her forehead. The two stayed quiet during the exchange, each comfortable with the silence between them.

Suddenly Felix stopped and set the rag down next to the bed, before clearing his throat.

"We need to change your bandages," he mumbled, blushing slightly. He was sure that if she wasn't already flushed, she would be blushing as well, because Faith sucked in a breath before nodding. She was struggling to sit up in the bed, so Felix lent her his arm and she gratefully took it. When she was finally seated upright, they looked at each other with guarded eyes. To ease the tension, Felix handed her the glass of water, which she accepted immediately and noisily gulped at the water.

Faith handed the glass back to him after she had drunk half, and he set it on the night stand. Another moment of silence passed before Felix heaved a great sigh (that's all he seemed to do) and spoke.

"Turn around."

"What? Why?" Faith stuttered with a untrusting look in her eyes. Felix chuckled humorlessly before continuing.

"I need to change your dressings, and I'm guessing you don't want me to look at them- I mean you!" Felix corrected himself, feeling the blush creep across his face again. Faith gave him another look before slowly turning, her back to him now.

Reaching around to the front of her bandages (and trying so hard not to think or feel anything), Felix located the end of the cloth and slowly began to unravel it. He was careful to not touch her actual chest, knowing they would both die of embarrassment if he did. Finally the area was free from the bandage, and Felix stifled a gasp, again, seeing the wound on her back.

The wound was a festering eyesore, pus leaking from the sides, and blood still occasionally trickling. Blackened skin was surrounding the area as well. And if the look wasn't enough to make him gag, the smell surely did. It stank of dying flesh and infection, and it was all Felix could do not to wretch.

"Does it look bad?" he heard Faith's small voice ask in fear. That's an understatement. He thought grimly to himself.

"It doesn't look good," Felix admitted slowly, deciding it was no use to lie to her. He wasn't a good liar anyhow. If there was one thing he was, it was bluntly honest, and no amount of time on Neverland could change that.

Felix grabbed another rag next from the pile and dipped it in the bowl of water. He then brought it slowly to the angry looking wound, almost expecting a hiss to raise from it when he set the cloth against the hot skin. Instead, he heard Faith gasp loudly. As he began to wash the wound, he could tell Faith was holding back tears, and the thought sent another pit into his stomach.

When he was finally done (and thoroughly disgusted as well), Felix set the cloth to the side, and grabbed the bowl of the green chewed herb. He knew it well enough from dressing his own wounds. It stung like a bitch, but it did wonders at clearing up infections. Felix began to apply a generous amount of the minty smelling paste, trying to ignore Faith's whimpers of pain; not because he didn't care, but it made him feel horrible, even though he was actually helping her.

Felix finished applying the herb to the wound, and washed his hands using the water in the pot, knowing he was going to change it anyway. He grabbed another length of bandage and began to wrap her upper torso. Felix was careful with his hands again, and when finished, he handed the cloth to Faith, so she could tuck it away near her bosom.

Faith turned around and gave him a small smile, which he returned briefly; he wasn't one for overt displays of affection. Yet that was what he felt for her. Not a crush or a lust, just a fondness. He supposed it was because of the whole sister thing. Faith really did remind him of his beloved Melindre. Besides, even if he had felt something for her beyond that, he would never act on his feelings. He'd seen the way Peter looked at her freckled face, and he was too much like a brother to Felix.

"I brought you some breakfast. You should probably eat," Felix said suddenly handing her the bowl, trying to draw his thoughts away from Peter; it would just make him wonder about last night.

Faith hesitantly took the bowl, and brought the spoon slowly to her lips. She was only able to eat a few spoonfuls before she shoved the bowl back in his hands, a nauseated look crossing her face. It wasn't a lot that Faith had eaten, but Felix supposed it would have to do for now. The fever was most likely affecting her appetite, and he didn't need to be cleaning up her puke.

Felix turned to leaved, but was stopped when Faith grabbed his wrist suddenly, stopping him dead in his tracks. He slowly turned to her, allowing a curious expression to grace his features.

"C-could you stay for a little bit? I don't want to be alone right now?" Faith almost whispered, practically breaking his heart. He couldn't say no to those bright green eyes and gently pouting lips.

"Just for a little bit. I have to keep an eye on the camp while Peter's gone," Felix relented, pulling up the chair against the wall, leaning back, and resting his feet on the bed.

"Peter's gone?" Faith asked. That's weird. Why doesn't she know he left?

"Yeah, he left last night. Said he'd be gone for a little while, and he had to figure some things out," Felix blurted out, wondering why he was even telling her this. Maybe it was because of the genuinely hurt expression he had seen on Faith's face when he said Peter had left.

"Oh," Faith replied, lying back down on the bed, seemingly defeated. And so they stayed in silence, until Felix noticed her breathing slow (although it still sounded ragged and painful) and her eyes fluttered shut. He watched her peaceful sleeping form for a few minutes before he quietly got up and exited the tree house.

Rain was pouring down from the swollen sky now, thunder booming occasionally with a flash of lightening. Something's really bothering Peter. Felix noted as he dodged a swaying branch on his way down the side of the tree.

The camp looked deserted, as all the boys had gone to their tents and huts to escape the rain. Not wanting to sit around all day, Felix looked around the clearing, trying to think of something fun for them to do. With a grin, he noticed giant puddles of mud forming in about the camp, perfect for wrestling in.

"Alright, boys, who wants to play a game?" Felix yelled, throwing his hands in the air, hoping this would provide a perfect distraction for the dismal circumstances.

~Faith~

Faith drifted in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day, sometimes dreaming vividly of Peter's angry face. When she wasn't dreaming, she was shivering in a fevered haze, teeth chattering, yet sweating horribly. Occasionally she could hear joyous shouts coming from outside the windows, but otherwise it was just the steady downpour of rain against the rooftop that met her ears.

Her head felt like a huge ball of cotton, and her mouth felt impossibly dry, even though she continued to sip on the glass of water Felix had left for her. Her limbs were weak and sluggish, and her movements felt delayed, like she was in slow motion. Most of all, though, the pain from her arrow wound hurt the most, stinging and throbbing every couple of seconds. It was a wonder she was able to sleep at all through the pain; she guessed it was her fever that granted that.

Faith's thoughts drifted back to her interaction with Felix earlier in the day (she couldn't say exactly when, because the dark sky made it hard to tell). For somebody who didn't seem to care about anything, Felix had been awfully tender with her. He looked at her like he actually cared, like he didn't want to see her hurt.

She noticed, though, that the look wasn't the same as Peter's look. The look in Peter's eyes was intense, and sometimes he would look at her in such a way that shivers ran down her spine. Like when his hands had been on her last night (how long ago that had seemed), she felt a strange fire began to grow in her stomach, one that she had never felt before. She was somewhat uncomfortable with the touch, but she didn't want it to stop either. And his breath against her neck had only intensified that, even adding a growing tension near her bladder. Faith had never felt these things before, and that had scared her.

But with Felix, there was no spark or flame between them. She still cared for Felix, just in a brotherly sort of way. He was very much like the brother she had never had, although Teddy had been very close. Faith felt protected when Felix was around, and knew he would never hurt her.

Felix returned again some time later (Faith still had no idea of the exact time), this time with fish, although her nausea had not lessened. It seemed her fever hadn't either, as chills still ran throughout her body. Felix cleaned her wound and changed her dressing again, still being careful not to hurt her, and urged her to eat. Faith was only able to take a few bites again before her stomach clenched unpleasantly and she was forced to stop. He made her drink the full cup of water as a result.

"You need to keep your fluids up if you want to fight this infection," Felix said knowingly. So she gulped greedily, hoping to finally quench her dry mouth.

Faith lay back on the bed, exhausted by simply sitting up and turned towards Felix, who was preparing to leave again. One look back at the pathetic look on her face, and Felix stopped, sighing, although it looked like he was fighting back a small smile. He took his place by the chair next to her bed and propped his feet up again, leaning back against the wall and watching her with a careful look on his face.

"I'm sorry if I am taking you away from your responsibilities as a leader. I just really don't want to be alone right now," Faith admitted, not looking in Felix's eyes. She wasn't sure why, but she was craving social proximity right now. Normally, Faith was happy to sit in her room alone for hours. But lately, she found being totally alone slightly repulsive. That's not to say she wanted to be surrounded by the Lost Boys (the thought made her sick), but she also didn't want to spend her miserable, sickly days by herself. Felix shrugged slightly before answering.

"It's no big deal. There won't be a campfire tonight anyway, because of the rain," Felix replied nonchalantly.

"Does it rain a lot here?" Faith asked curiously, noting that Neverland usually seemed somewhat dry, even if it was humid.

"Only when Peter's upset," Felix smirked in response. She didn't say anything to that, not quite knowing what he meant. The thought of Peter and his bizarre display last night only made her more confused and sad. They stayed silent for awhile, before Faith felt compelled to say something for whatever reason.

"...Thank you," she said hesitantly. Felix didn't say anything, he just simply looked a little uncomfortable. Faith felt an overwhelming tiredness hit her, and she settled into her blankets. She was almost asleep when she thought she heard Felix's reply, so she couldn't be sure if it was a dream or not.

"...You're welcome, Faith."

[Wendy]

Wendy was careful to stay in the alcove on the side of the mountain, trying to avoid being seen by Pan, but she felt her patience wearing thin. She knew that the best revenge took time, but seeing the same damn stone walls everyday was getting old. The only comfort she found was when Peter's shadow visited her every night to update her.

It would have been very easy to take over the island as soon as she had arrived, but where was the fun in that? There would have been no revenge in simply taking what she felt was hers. Wendy wanted to see Peter Pan suffer, and suffer he would. She was going to feed off his misery if it was the last thing she ever did.

With a pang of annoyance, Wendy noted that Pan's shadow was late. It visited roughly the same time every night, when the moon was at its highest point in the sky, as it was now, yet it had not arrived still. Wendy felt her irritation growing, clawing at her from the inside, threatening to spill out. She had to keep silent, though; if Pan found her before she could enact her plan, all would be lost.

After another long while, with Wendy anxiously pacing the cave floors, the shadow finally arrived, standing before her with a wild look in it's eyes. Something was wrong; it seemed paler than usual, and its eyes were somewhat frightened. She knew that look: it had been severely tortured. There was only one way you could physically harm a shadow.

"No," Wendy uttered slightly in disbelief as she realized what this meant. Peter Pan could practice the dark arts at a level she could. There was no way she could overpower him now; you cannot fight darkness with more darkness.

"I'm afraid so," the shadow answered after a few minutes, seemingly still in shock.

"I-don't understand...how?" Wendy asked in confusion, unable to even string words together properly.

"When extremely upset, he can enact his powers," The shadow answered guiltily, as if it knew something she didn't. Suddenly Wendy realized what he meant.

"So this is your fault?!" she snarled viciously, taking a threatening step closer, her arms sparking dangerously. The shadow backed up again, its hands raised in defense.

"I was trying to get into his head. Make him emotionally unstable. I promise he will be more useful to you that way, seeing that you cannot fight him," the shadow hurriedly explained, closing its eyes in fear.

Wendy mediated on this for a moment. Perhaps this was what she needed to do; weaken Peter Pan from the inside out. The shadow was right, she could not best him with magic, but she could toy with his emotions.

"I'm guessing the girl is his weakness?" Wendy asked, feeling a little less angry with the shadow.

"Yes, and his need for total power and control," it answered obligingly, causing Wendy to smile maliciously. She almost appeared feral in the dank cave lighting, with her wild hair and dirty skin.

"Excellent. We must continue to mess with his inferior little mind. He may be cunning, but he's a damn coward as well." Wendy replied, finally lowering her hands.

"However, if you pull something like this again, I will not hesitate to kill you. Your kind is not in short supply on this island," she continued threateningly, pointing a dirty finger his way. The shadow simply nodded and left, flying off into the dark night sky.

Wendy smiled to herself as she began to think up a brilliant new plan. If she could cause severe emotional damage to Pan, she could manipulate him like putty. If Wendy had learned anything from her time on Earth, it was that men are the weakest species of them all.