Another shout-out to Fanged me and ChristineDaae-ThePrincess for their reviews. Pan is sending more hugs, and he's not even grumbling this time.

Must be getting used to you. ;)

Also, I was updated today that my sisters are doing great.


Present!


Arabella took a moment to catch her breath that the pain from her burn had taken away. She clutched her side more, hoping that the pressure of her own hand would help subdue it just for now.

"I'm not trying to ruin anything, Peter," she groaned into the dirt.

Peter fell to his knees in front of her and grabbed the back of her hair, turning her to face him, "BUT YOU ARE."

"Peter I still want you to be able to live forever," she responded weakly, trying to hold back her tears.

This caught him by surprise. He let her hair go, stood up once more and took a step back.

"And how do you intend on doing that," he smirked evilly, "When you're trying to take the ONE THING that is going to do that for me?" he said, his voice twisting to anger once more.

He started pacing, the expression on his face showing that he was at war with himself.

And he was. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to hurt her. To make her suffer. The same thing he always did with everyone who ever interfered with his plans or even disrespected him HALF as much as she had. But he could think about it all he wanted, there was always something deep inside him that wasn't letting him.

It couldn't stop his anger, or the evil inside of him, but it prevented him from going over the edge with her.

And he hated her for that.

Clutching his eyes shut very tightly he stopped and looked down to her, waiting for her response. If she even dare lie to him about not wanting to take Henry, she would be punished.

"You don't need Henry," she finally said, her voice in a low whisper as if she was afraid to say it.

"I do," he scorned, and at the thought of Henry he realized that he had something he needed to do.

But he needed to figure out what to do with her first.

He could always make another cage and put her inside of it.

"Peter, please. You don't, I swear," she pleaded.

"I'm already sick of hearing you," he said dryly and raised his hands, swiping them to the side by her.

Nothing appeared to happen, until Arabella tried to speak and realized she couldn't.

Great, now Pan had taken her magic, and her voice. Once again he was reducing her to nothing.

"I've got a better idea for you," he smirked, raising his hand again and Arabella was rendered unconscious once more.

Once she was he healed the bruising on her face and made a long sleeved shirt appear on her body. He wanted her to keep the pain in her stomach, and the burns.

What mattered is that no one could see them.


Peter arrived back at the camp, carrying the unconscious Arabella.

"Who is she?" Henry asked, running up to Peter with a worried expression.

"Her name is Arabella, she's another Lost Girl just like Wendy," Peter sighed, laying Arabella down on the ground about 10 feet from the fire, "Felix! Get me a blanket and a pillow!"

"H-How come I hadn't seen her before?" Henry asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"She controls the watches of the Lost Boys around the perimeter of the Island," Peter lied, "She never liked to sleep in camp, always under the stars," he sighed, pretending to have his feelings hurt over her.

"What happened to her?" Henry asked as Felix arrived with what was asked of him and handed it to Peter.

Peter lifted her head gently and laid the pillow beneath it before flinging the blanket over and covering her with it, "She got sick," he paused, "Just like Wendy did."

"But how?" Henry asked, "Wendy is in her tree, if this girl got sick too she would of had to be near Wendy."

Peter paused, thinking of an excuse. He covered up his borrowed time of thinking by brushing a strand of hair from Arabella's face, "That's what I was trying to tell you earlier, Henry. Magic is dying and so is the island," Peter looked over to all of his boys with a pained expression, to add the effect, "Soon enough all of my Lost Boys will start suffering too."

"N-No, we can't let that hap-" But Henry was cut off by Felix yelling over.

"Pan! She's gotten worse!" He yelled.

Henry turned his head away from Pan and looked over to Felix. Peter smirked evilly, everything was going so well.

When Felix got close, Peter dropped his smirk and began to look worried once more as Felix laid Wendy down next to Arabella.

Henry looked absolutely mortified, "We can't let them die!" he exclaimed.

"Then you know what we have to do, Henry. We have to go save magic," Peter sighed, placing a hand on Henry's shoulder.

"Alright, let's do it."