In case any of you are curious, I do listen to music as I write. I often listen to the 'World of Radiohead' or 'Mellow Electro' playlists on songza. Though, for this chapter, I listened to Riptide by Vance Joy. I will try and mention a song for each chapter!

*I do not own OUAT or any of its characters*

"ANA! ANA!"

I was awoken from my deep slumber by a push to my chest and breath being pushed into my lungs.

My eyes shot open and I started hacking up water. I gasped for breath and looked around, confused. My eyes landed on a desperate looking Peter, who was leaning over me and holding onto my shoulders.

"Wh- What happened?" I choked out, my lungs burning painfully.

Peter ignored me, looked me over with a worried expression and frantically asked, "Are you okay? I heard you call me and came as quickly as I could. I thought I was too late…" He trailed off.

"You saved me." I said, realizing what had just happened. "And you're never going to let me hear the end of this, are you?" I asked him.

He happily smirked and replied, "Hell no."

I attempted to chuckle as he helped me sit up properly. I looked around and asked, "Where's Gabrielle?"

"The mermaid?" He asked me. I nodded. "She ran off when I got here, muttering something about a Sebastian…"

I widened my eyes, recognizing the name. "That's the name of the merman that pulled me under!"

Peter's face turned into one of shock and he asked, "You were pulled under? You didn't do this on your own?"

I frowned at him. "Of course I didn't! I know how to swim!"

Anger crossed his face and he yelled out towards the trees, "Felix!"

A few moments later I saw Felix enter the clearing and walk towards us. He nodded at me and turned his attention to Peter.

"Can you please escort Ana back to camp, while I take care of something." Peter told him, baring his teeth.

I turned to Peter and shook my head frantically, saying, "No Peter, please don't do anything rash! I don't want anybody else to get hurt!"

Peter sighed and looked me in the eye. Cupping my face, he said, "You almost died, Ana. I need to teach them a lesson so that they won't touch anything that's mine ever again." He leaned down a planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I was slightly confused by the gesture, but let it slide.

"Don't you dare, Peter Pan! It was my fault, you told me not to go near the mermaids!" I yelled at him, standing up on wobbly legs.

Peter then gave a nod to Felix, who grabbed my arms and started pulling me back towards him. I watched as Peter took off his tunic and made his way towards the water. I struggled in Felix's grip, trying to break free and stop Peter but he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder in place of his missing club.

I pounded on his back and wiggled around trying to get him to let me go but he didn't budge. I screamed profanities at them both until Felix walked us out of the clearing, towards camp. I slowly gave up my struggles and went limp in his arms, groaning.

"Good kitten." He cooed to me, clearly enjoying himself.

I glared at the ground and muttered, "Don't fucking call me that."

We arrived back at camp shortly after and Felix placed me on the ground while I glared at him. I looked around and noticed that most of the lost boys were staring at my rough appearance. I was still damp and probably looked half dead, which considering I was not too long ago, was a fitting description.

One of the older lost boys, Rufio, stepped forward and asked Felix, "What happened to her?"

Felix smirked and replied in his usual monotone, "She had an unfortunate run-in with the mermaids. Pan is straightening things out as we speak."

Rufio raised his eyebrow but nodded in understanding. He turned to me and sincerely said, "I'm glad you're okay." I nodded back at him with a blank expression.

"Ana!" Yelled one of the younger boys from across camp. A few of them scurried over to me and started pulling on my hands. "Will you finish telling us the lion story?" One of the asked.

I sighed and bent down to their level and said, "I'm sorry boys, but that's going to have to wait a little while longer. I'm not feeling too well today. Maybe tomorrow, okay?"

The boys pouted back at me, but nodded their okay and ran off again.

I stood back up and turned around towards Felix, who was watching me with a smirk on his face. I stared back at him with no expression, causing the smirk to vanish from his face, and said, "If anyone needs me, which I hope they won't, I will be in the treehouse laying down."

He nodded back at me and I made my way over towards the ladder that led up to Peter's treehouse. I entered through the window and walked over towards my dresser. I pulled out some warm and dry pajamas, quickly changed into them and put my hair up in a ponytail. I then crawled onto the hammock and under the covers.

I waited a few minutes in silence before finally breaking down and crying. I cried heavy sobs for a good 20 minutes before finally burying my face in my pillow and calming down. I began to relax and let the exhaustion hit me.

Before I could drift off, I heard a rustling noise coming from the window and looked over to see Peter stumble his way in. I quickly turned back around before he could see my face and buried it in my pillow again.

I heard him rummaging around, presumably to change out of his wet clothes, before he came over and crawled onto the hammock beside me. He turned me over so that I was facing him and he groaned when he saw my face.

He put his hands on my cheeks and quietly asked, "Why are you crying?"

I chuckled dryly and replied in a weak voice, "I'm not, I've finished."

He let go of my face and gave me a pointed look, as if asking me to elaborate. I rolled my eyes and asked, "I've had a pretty long half-of-day. Now, what did you do?"

"Nothing that didn't need to be done." He replied blatantly. I gave him the same idle expression I had given Felix earlier and he sighed heavily, looking away from my face. He thought over his words before replying, "I may or may not have killed him."

I gasped and sat up. "YOU DID WHAT?" I screamed loud enough for the entire camp to hear.

He made a shushing noise and put a hand over my mouth. "He could have killed you, Ana. I can't just let him get away with that. The mermaids won't bother any of us now unless they wish to meet the same fait."

My eyes welled up with tears again as I looked down at Peter's face.

I couldn't help but feel guilty as I only had myself to blame for this. If I hadn't had gone to that lagoon in the first place, none of this would have happened.

Peter wiped away my new fallen tears and wrapped his arms around me, helping me to lay back down facing him. He rubbed my back gently and whispered, "None of this was your fault, okay? He had it coming. Now, get some rest. I will come back and check on you in a little bit."

I gave him a stiff nod and he gave me another tender kiss on the forehead before getting out the hammock. Before he made it to the window I called, "Peter?" He turned around and looked at me expectantly. "I want and need a proper bed."

He smirked at me and replied, "As you wish. I'll have one for you tomorrow." I gave him a small smile and laid my head back down on the pillow. He strode over to the window and with one last glance towards me, stepped off the ledge of flew down to the camp.

I turned around again so that my back was facing the window where Peter had just left and took a few deep breaths, calming myself down before drifting off to sleep.

I hope that I've updated in a timely fashion. I have some exciting plans coming up for this story so hopefully I'll get chapters out more often!

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