Really not well guys, been in bed for the last two days :( Sorry about the short chapter but it's all I can manage really.

Plz review because I'll be all smiley and ill but I'll be smiley because yay reviews.

Blergh.

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Felix tore though the forest, brushing past twigs and other debris, ignoring the lashes he was receiving on his arms and face. He didn't know how long he had been jogging through the forest but all he knew was that he had to get away from there. From her.

He was fighting to keep his anger in check. Nostrils flaring, his face growing an aggressive shade of red, Felix had no idea why he was so annoyed.

He began to pace frantically, clenching and unclenching his fists to give himself something to focus on other than the frustration he was feeling.

Felix was waiting. That's where the pacing came in. That's what the nerves where doing to him. But Felix's harsh features just left him looking angry.

"Hey there Felix,"

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Felix turned around.

"Afternoon Pan," Felix smiled wryly. He had nothing to clutch to hide his shaking hands.

Pan stepped forward from the tree line, but he had no grin on his face.

It was the silence that began to destroy him. Usually, Pan always had something to say to him, they were good friends after all. There was a bond between them that none of the other Lost Boys shared, Felix didn't see himself as interchangeable like the rest but now, with Pan staring him with a look that he reserved for enemies and traitors, he really wasn't sure.

"Tell me something Felix," Pan spat, as he began to circle Felix, "My good, good, friend,"

Peter Pan wasn't circling like a vulture, that would indicate he was unwilling to kill. Nor was he circling like a wolf, that would suggest he was part of a pack. No, Pan was circling his prey in a way that only Peter Pan could.

Hauntingly.

Felix knew better than to follow him round, then to show his fear because Pan loved that. That was the part that made him smile. Instead, Felix kept his head low, his hood had long since fallen down and he was afraid that Pan would be able to see the color creeping into his cheeks.

Because Felix knew why Pan was here. And Felix was fearing for his life.

There was a whoosh of air that blew Felix's long, tangled hair to his left and forced him to close his eyes.

"If you hadn't noticed me standing in the tree line," Pan spoke progressively, his voice rising to a crescendo behind Felix, "Would you have gone through with it?"

Felix flinched and closed his eyes and he waited for Pan to kill him.

"I was never going to!" Felix whipped around, pleading his case.

There was another rush of cold air and Felix growled in annoyance.

"Pan, you know I would never-"

"I would hope not," Pan growled, "Not after my little display the other night,"

"I would never betray you," Felix finished.

Suddenly Pan was in front of him, a dazzling smile that felt like it was cutting into him.

"No, no, I know that Felix," Pan clasped him amicably on the shoulder and Felix felt himself relax, "I'm just playing with you,"

Felix breathed and let himself laugh quietly. The thin ice he was on wasn't breaking today.

"Beside, it would be idiotic to cross you," Felix said with some degree of sincerity.

Pan let a slow smile spread across his youthful features as he leant back and crossed his arms.

"And why's that Felix,"

Of course he already knew what Felix was going to say.

"Because Peter Pan never fails,"

Pan laughed sharply and span around, nodding in acknowledgment. Felix sighed once again, it was good to see Pan laughing again.

"How right you are," Pan smirked, mimicking the look on Felix's face.

Together, they had ruled Neverland in the beginning and Felix hadn't even minded when he placed as second in command, he was no leader. Pan used to laugh, they both did, but now both their demeanors had become cold with the things they had seen and the things they had done. Again, Felix didn't mind. Anything was better then the life he had left behind, you'd be surprised how easy it was to trade the pain for dealing it out.

He wasn't proud of it but they were the orders that Pan gave and Pan was the leader.

Pan saved him and gave him a new life. Pan had saved his life..

And now?

Now Felix had been inches away from betraying the only person who had offered him a second chance in life.

"She's an extremely captivating girl," Pan informed Felix with a raised eyebrow, "I should have expected some level of...interest,"

Felix scoffed, "There is no level of interest, Peter,"

"Well, she obviously has some level of interest in you," The edge to Pan's voice indicated jealousy and Felix bit back the edge of a smile.

"But here's the next step," Pan came closer, although he was smaller, Felix still took a small step back, "We can use her infatuation with you, to work for me. There's nothing quite like unrequited love to send a girl into the arms of another guy,"

Felix froze. Swallowing hard. The high neck of his shirt, covering the bob of his Adam's apple.

Then he nodded.

"You never cease to amaze me Pan,"

And he meant it.