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Barely a minute later I found myself back in camp, gasping. Seconds later I felt three pairs of hands grabbing at me and voices calling my name. "Mordred! Mordred!"

"She's fine, Scott." I looked up, my muscles straining as I coughed and struggled blindly against the hands of my friends. Peter Pan stood towering above me, his victorious smirk matching the gleam in his eyes. He knelt down infront of me, yanking my chin up to stare into my dazed eyes. "Do you see now? There is no way for you to escape this island, not through the Singing Falls of Emrys nor any way else."

I glared up at him, flames sparking in my irises as I whispered to him, "Oh, Shortie. You really have no idea."

CHAPTER 10 - CELL PHONE (FELIX'S P.O.V.)

We all stood crowded around Mordred's backpack, glaring at it with our knives directed towards it. Pan stood beside me, his arms crossed while he stroked his chin, obviously deep in thought. Although I didn't want to bother him, I couldn't keep myself from asking the question that was burning in all of our minds. "...So, uh...what are we going to do with it?" I asked tentatively. He moved his hands to his hips, eyebrows furrowed and head slightly tilted.

"I'm trying to figure that out."

"...Have you figured it out yet?" I queried, not able to help myself. He threw his head back and glared at me, but eventually responded.

"We stand here and wait until Mordred and Scott come back. That's the plan," he growled. All of a sudden, the backpack stopped making that weird noise and fell silent, stilling as it ceased movement. Pan stared at it for a moment (as did we) before turning around and beginning to walk off. Two seconds later, the sound piped up again. We proceeded to jump in shock and Pan whipped around furiously, throwing his arms up in the air. "What the-"

"Hey guys, are none of you going to answer that?" a new voice entered the mix and we all turned, wide-eyed, to see Mordred and Scott standing behind us, her eyebrow cocked. Scott matched her expression as he took in our weapons.

"...Mordred, they're going to murder your backpack," he murmured into her ear. She nodded slightly, looking utterly baffled.

"Have you no manners? If someone's phone is ringing and they aren't there to answer it, you're supposed to answer it for them and tell the caller that the person they are trying to reach in unavailable." Pan narrowed his eyes at her.

"What are you talking about? We were waiting for you to get back so that you could tell us what your backpack's doing!" he snarled. She stared at him, as did Scott. He recovered first.

"The backpack's doing something?" he gaped uncertainly as he eyed us all very carefully, like we were insane. Mordred backed him up.

"Guys, I told you not to eat that bread from last month. If it's green and decaying, it probably isn't fit for human consumption," her gaze flickered to Pan, "Or devil shortie consumption."

"What are you talking about?" Pan hissed, heat rolling off him in waves. Mordred rolled her eyes at him.

"My phone is ringing, you idiot," she sighed, promptly walking over to the backpack and pulling out a small, rectangular object. We all stared at it, horribly confused. I tried to make out what the object was saying. Something about...rollin', hatin', and ridin' dirty. She raised her brows at us, shaking her head before flipping the top of the object up and putting it to her ear. The weird clamor stopped immediately after she did this. We all gasped, thinking it was magic, except for Pan, who stood there looking angry.

"Hello?" she asked. We stared at her.

"Uh, hi, Mordred," Smitt responded hesitantly. She rolled her eyes, shushing him.

"Hey, Nick. How'd the game go?" she asked. We stared at her.

"Um, Mordred...there isn't a Nick here..." She narrowed her eyes at Nokireo as he spoke, putting a finger to her lips to get him to shut up.

"I thought you were playing against the Ravens tonight!...Oh, so that game was last month...Yeah, sorry I couldn't come. I sort of got tied up...No, not literally, Nick. I was just a little busy, is all...Why do you need to know where I am?...Dude, I'm in Neverland. It's actually pretty cool, y'know, save for the douche bags," she gave Pan a pointed look, though he obviously didn't know what a 'douche bag' was. But I can't say anything, because I didn't know either. "...I'm not crazy, Nick-well, okay, I am crazy, just not in the way you're saying...Scottie's here, too! How about I let him tell you we're in Neverland?...Alright, okay, here's Scottie," she passed the curly blonde the rectangle. He put it to his ear.

"Nick? Yo, wassup, man!...Nah, we're in Neverland...No, seriously...Well, how can I prove it to you?...Um, well, I guess I could let you talk to him, but he's not very friendly," Scott muttered into the box before holding it out towards...Pan. We all watched our leader as he stared at Scott's outstretched hand. After a moment of what we presumed to be deep thought, he removed the item from the boy's grip. Slowly he raised it to his own ear, looking at Mordred and Scott for guidance (they both nodded, sighing and face-palming after they did so).

"...Hello?" he asked tentatively. All of a sudden he jumped a bit, sending us all into panic. Then he calmed down, leaving half the Lost Boys in a position of someone who was about to bolt. "...I'm Peter Pan...What relationship do you have with Mordred?" he whipped out suddenly, making most of our eyes widen. I noticed that his shoulders had tensed up. After the foreign gadget responded (presumably) he relaxed. "...That's fine then." Suddenly, Mordred-eyes slanted-walked over to Pan, plucked the object from his grasp, poked a button, and handed it back to him.

Immediately a voice emanated from the trinket. "What were you gonna do if it wasn't fine?" the voice taunted sarcastically. Pan's gaze locked with Mordred's, and I couldn't help but stare curiously along with the rest of the Lost Boys as he responded.

"I was going to have a...talk...with your dear friend, Mordred."

"Oh really?" the voice hissed. "You see, I don't think she'd like that." Pan's eyes narrowed, his expression cold as stone yet tantalizingly daring.

"You really have no idea," he countered.

"But I do, Peter Pan. If you think you can just...talk with Mordred about things that don't concern you, you've got another thing coming. I don't care if you're her boyfriend or whatever, you don't own her. So you'd better stop trying to control her as if you do."

"I think you'll find that as long as she's on my island, she belongs to me," our leader sneered, a certain darkness coming over his face.

"You keep telling yourself that. Just don't come crying to me when she flays you alive, homeboy," the voice began laughing when he said, 'homeboy' as did Scott and Mordred. "But seriously. Later, man...and do tell Mordred that the twins used her fire hydrant trick on Miss Macants," he finished. Mordred beamed as he said the last sentence, whispering "Finally!" before snatching the doodad away from Pan, who was about to smash it on the ground.

"Boy, what do you think you're doing?! You don't just go around smashing other people's phones!" she reprimanded him. He stared at her, an unrecognizable expression lighting his features.

"What's a phone?" he asked, appearing genuinely curious. Not waiting for her to respond, he shot out another question. "And what is that magic box? Who'd you get it from? Where'd they get the magic for it? Why-"

"Whoa, there. Slow down. This," she gestured to the thing in her hand, "is a phone. It feeds off electricity, not magic. But this one feeds on sunlight."

"But how did you get a connection out here?" Scott asked her. She shrugged, smirking.

"Dude, you know me. There are so many fanfictions I'm reading right now, I can't miss a single update!" she giggled. He joined her. After a minute, they sobered up, and Mordred continued answering Pan's questions under his penetrating glare. "As for who, I got it from Verizon." Pan cocked an eyebrow.

"There isn't anyone with magic named Verizon," he snapped. Mordred and Scott stared at him.

"Um, no, there isn't. But that's probably because Verizon isn't a person," she debated. Scott bit his lip, glancing around at our stunned expressions before turning back to the long-haired brunette.

"I...don't think they get it," he stated awkwardly. Mordred smiled uneasily.

"Nope. Definitely not." She waved her arm at all of us, "How about we just dismiss this as a 'do not discuss' topic, alright?" she queried, looking towards us for approval. We all slowly nodded our heads, even Pan. She beamed. "Okay, then! Who wants to jump around the fire like douche bags?" she suggested, appearing to purposely use 'douche bag' in the wrong context to see if any of them knew what it meant. The boys all ran back to the center of camp as I walked over to her.

"...So...what does 'douche bag' really mean?" I asked. She laughed, punching me in the shoulder playfully.

"It means awesome people," she grinned. For some reason, I didn't believe her.

(Pan's P.O.V.)

I watched Felix as he conversed with Mordred, irked at the way she smiled and whacked him gently in the arm, as if she didn't want to hurt him. I stormed back over there, grabbing her wrist and dragging her out to the forest, well aware of Scott and Felix's eyes watching my every move curiously. Once we were out of earshot, I slung her around in front of me. Her back hit a tree behind her. "Ow!" she whined. "Dude, if you wanted some alone time with Felix, you could've just said so! I mean, really, I have no intention of ruining your bromance!" she protested heatedly. I was confused by her words, but understood the gist of what she was saying. Even so, I dismissed her opinion on the matter.

"I thought I told you to stay away from my Lost Boys!" I shouted at her, slamming my hands against the tree on either side of her. She snorted indignantly.

"Uh, yeah, you did."

"Yes, I did," I confirmed. We glared at eachother for a minute before she poked my eyebrow, giggling.

"Seriously, how do your eyebrows do that?" she managed to inquire through her laughter. My glare deepened as I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. She froze mid-laugh, gazing into my eyes with a lazy mixture of shock and curiosity.

"I already told you once, Mordred. This is your last warning. Next time you initiate contact with him-"

"Wait, what? You think-oh no. Oh no, you didn't. That's what you think-no. It didn't work out, so no." she finally settled on a sentence, throwing her hands up in exasperation. I glared at her.

"I don't believe that you've suddenly lost interest in him, Mordred. And as adorable you two might be together-"

"You ship us?! What kind of hobby is that!" she exclaimed. I covered her mouth with my hand. What was she talking about?

"Shut up," I hissed, smirking at the shocked expression on her face. "What I'm saying is-Did you just lick my hand?" I asked, astonished by her actions as I moved my hand from her face.

"Yes. I definitely won't do that again. Do you guys have soap out here? Wash your hands, bro. It's good for hygiene," she stated. I stared at her before snapping out of it.

"Stop talking!" I ordered. She got quiet. "Listen carefully. Stay away from my Lost Boys, or next time there will be a punishment," I watched her as she took in my words. Her thinking face was funny-her eyebrows crinkled ever so slightly, and her tri-color irises lit up, forming a pretty mix of orange, blue, and green. The edges of her lips curled downwards just a bit, creating a partially bent line of rose-like pallor. I found myself leaning towards her, angling my head a bit as I neared her face. All of a sudden, she shoved me off.

"I gotta go pee. Be back in like five." I was left there, standing awkwardly against a tree with a stunned expression as she walked off into the forest.

[Muahahahaha-*cough cough*. Okay, so, I feel really evil right now. XD I always wondered what the Lost Boys' reaction to a cell phone would be, so I wrote this. And I know the end was probably a bit inappropriate and...weird, but I'm a very weird person, so it's fine! :D Not to mention Mordred's weird and Pan's a psychopath. So yeah, hope you enjoyed! ^^ -CaptainSquishy]