Never Believe

Chapter 14 – Sanity or Insanity

Amelia, aka Dorothy, smirked as she saw the chocked face of her friends. Or enemies. It didn't matter, there were all the same to her now, anyway.

Dangerous.

She felt the pain slowly take over her thoughts, but still managed to push it away. That pain was the last thing she needed to deal with at the moment. She could see confusion on the rescue team's faces, obviously unaware of who she was. Only one person's smirk matched hers.

Guess who?

Yep, him.

Amy walked towards Regina, anger radiating from her body. Once in front of her, she got right into the Evil Queen's face. "Pan was right," Amelia hissed, cocking her head to the side, "it was weak."

Regina's mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. She just stood there with wide eyes, and gawking like a fish. An evil fish. Amy waited for her to say something, but since apparently it wasn't happening any time soon, she decided to start the conversation herself.

"How are you going to get Henry back now, Regina?" The blonde asked, faking a thoughtful expression. Emma was the one to answer. "You don't understand!"

Emma reached out to put her hand on Amy's shoulder. Amelia turned to face her, and extended her own hand to the adult's chest, and before she knew it, Emma flew halfway across the camp. She hit the ground with a sickening thud.

"You're right, I don't understand." Dorothy snarled, crossing her hands over her chest. Mary-Margaret ran to her daughter, panicked. She tried to wake her, in vain. "What did you do?" She whispered, just loud enough for Amy to hear her.

She smirked. "Got rid of the problem." She explained, shrugging. She then suddenly felt a cold, sharp blade against her neck. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

They were so predictable.

"What did you do to her?" Neal asked angrily. Amelia sighed, raising her hand to the metal. The second she touched it, it transformed itself in a wooden stick. She then elbowed him in the ribs, smirking satisfyingly as she heard him gasp. He let her go reluctantly, doubling over due to the sharp pain. "You bitch." Neal spat.

"No need to get nasty about it." She said, smiling brightly. "You could've asked politely, you know?"

She turned back to Regina, who finally got her tongue back. "How the fuck did you do get out of my force field?!" She hissed, frowning deeply.

Amy looked over where she had been trapped a few minutes before, and noticed the perfectly round mark. She drove her eyes back to the black-haired woman. "As a wannabe Queen, you probably should watch the language." Amelia warned, circling around her slowly.

"Answer me!" Mary-Margaret shouted, aiming an arrow at her.

Amelia sighed, and flicked her wrist. Snowhite went flying against a nearby tree. Charming came charging at the young blonde, and he ended up somewhere near the Lost Boys.

"Someone else wants to take a nap?" Amelia asked, casually.

No one answered.

Not even Pan.

She turned to where he was standing; only to find out he had disappeared. The Lost Boys had left, too.

She felt the pain intensify a little. She knew she wouldn't last much longer without him. Her magic was limited. Very limited. As a matter-of-fact, it surprised her that she still had some left after attacking Emma, let alone the others. Must've been thanks to Neverland's magic, she assumed.

Finally something nice about the bloody island.

She just hoped it would last long enough to get to Pan before it wore off. "What did you do to them?" Asked a very calm looking Hook.

Dorothy smiled at him. "Finally someone who has manners." She complimented him, ignoring the glares Neal and Regina were shooting her. "They're asleep."

Regina frowned. "Knocked out, you mean?" She snarled, clenching her jaw. Amelia smirked. "Same thing."

"Who are you?" Neal asked, not taking any chances by attacking her anymore.

The teenager laughed, positioning her hands on her hips. "Why, Amelia, of course."

"Who you are doesn't matter," Hook stated, calmly. "What are your intentions?"

Amy rolled her eyes at that. "I'm on vacation, can't you see that?" She snapped. He looked at her with a confused look. "I was joking, idiot."

"No shit." Neal snapped, clenching his fists. "I'm here for the same reasons you are." Amelia stated, clearly annoyed now.

"So help us!" Regina shouted angrily, gesturing to the three of them. The others weren't exactly able to agree.

Amelia raised her hand in front of her as the Evil Queen gasped and put her hands around her neck. She raised her hand higher, and suddenly, Regina was floating in the air, choking. She started trashing against the invisible force attacking her, and Dorothy tightened her magical hold on her.

"Help you?!" She screamed, beyond angry. "After you captured me? After you trapped me in a bloody hamster ball?!"

The look Regina gave her made her want to roll her eyes. She was scared. Out of the corner of eyes, she could see that Baelfire and Killian's expressions matched hers.

"After telling me that you were ready to kill Peter Pan, even if it meant making me suffer and die in the process?!" Amy continued, as Regina stopped the trashing. She knew Amy was right.

"Stop it, Amelia." Neal said, worry in his voice. "You're killing her." He shouted. Amelia shot him a no-shit-Sherlock look.

"You're not that person!" He pressed, trying to make her feel bad, trying to make her want to drop her.

It worked.

Amy released her magical hold on the Queen, gasping as she realized that she was running out of magic. But frankly, it didn't matter to her anymore. She just wanted them to see that they knew nothing about her. She scurried to Baelfire, leaving a close-to-death looking Regina gasping on the ground. She got right into his face, her features twisted into a painful expression.

She had no magic left.

Which meant that she had no way to block out the pain.

She tried to scream at him. She tried to tell him that he knew nothing about the person she really was. That he had no idea of the things she had done. She wanted to tell him that they wanted the same thing, but that they weren't the same, at all. She had so many things to say, but no time.

After one last meaningful glare, she ran off into the jungle.

Amelia had no idea where she was. Everything looked the same. The trees, the ground, the sky. Everything. She bit on her lip to stop herself from screaming, as the pain quickly spread through her entire body. It wasn't only in her head anymore, but everywhere.

Especially her eyes.

They were burning. They were melting. They were exploding. They were–

"Make it stop." She whispered, in a strangled voice. She tried to scream, but her brain wouldn't let her. It might have melted, too. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was pressed into a thin line and her heart was aching. Bad.

Really, really bad.

She tried to take a deep breath, but ended up choking, just like Regina had a few seconds before. She grabbed her throat, hoping to make it work again. It didn't. Was she crying? She couldn't tell.

"It's not real." She thought, totally unable to speak then. "It's just a nasty trick."

It did not make the situation any less real. It did not make the pain go away. It did not help her, at all.

"Only magic." Amelia thought, slowly losing her senses.

Her world went blank as she felt arms wrap themselves around her waist from behind. She felt cold skin touch her neck, through her blonde hair. She tried to move, but her brain had somehow stopped working, or something like that. She felt her hair being pushed out of the way, and demanding lips grazing her smooth skin.

Amelia could breathe again.

But the pain was still there.

She felt hands slip under her holed tank top, roughly caressing her skin. She let her head fall back, savoring the bitter-sweet sensations those hands were causing her.

Amelia could think again.

But the pain did not stop.

She clumsily turned around, not entirely able to control her body anymore. As she saw his familiar blue eyes, her instinct kicked in. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed him hard against her sore body. His hands didn't leave her skin. And the pain didn't leave their minds.

"It's not working." Peter whispered urgently, letting out quick, shallow breaths.

She hid her face into his neck, biting hungrily at the skin. He was right. It wasn't working. She didn't understand why. They needed to touch. That's what they were doing; but the pain wouldn't leave. She had to make it stop. It was unbearable, for both of them.

She had to do something.

"I don't und–" He tried to say, but got cut off by Amelia's lips.

She was kissing him.

On the lips.

Peter kissed her back.

The pain abruptly stopped. But they didn't.

He ran his tongue on her lower lip, groaning as she took a fistful of his hair in both her hands. He roughly bit down on it, making Amy's mouth open slightly. He took advantage of the situation by sliding his tongue into her mouth, immediately meeting her own. They fought for dominance, none of them willing to let the other win.

"It's driving me crazy." He whispered huskily between kisses.

He roughly dug his fingers in her thighs, lifting her up from the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips still glued to his. She gasped when she felt her back hit the cold, hard ground violently. Her eyes shot open, only to see a very angry looking Peter Pan.

"You are driving me crazy." He realized, suddenly, frowning.

Amelia closed her eyes again, breathing shakily. Was he losing his sanity? She didn't think so. He wasn't sane to start with. When she opened her eyes again, he was gone.

She didn't get up. She didn't move. She just lay there, thinking.

There were so many things to think about. Henry, Emma, Regina, her chances to be normal again, the pain, bla bla bla.

All she could think was, 'Did I lose the game?'

She wasn't sure.

She hadn't exactly given in to him. She didn't trust him. She didn't love him. But, she didn't hate him either.

What the hell was wrong with her?

NA: Hey guys! I just wanted to say that I love you. You are awesome, especially my oh-so-dear reviewers. Can't thank you enough for taking your time writing your review, it really helps me a lot! So, tell me! What did you think of this chapter? What did you think of Amelia, aka Dorothy, and Peter Pan and Regina, and all the others?