"Sophie, what do you think you're doing out here?!" Pan yelled from behind me. I remained seated, looking out to the sea, the morning mists danced in the sunlight and a soft breeze flew through my hair.
"Good morning Pan, you seem awful chipper this morning." I spat sarcastically at him.
"Ouch Jones. When did we land back on Pan?" He scoffed, sinking next to me, he sat with one knee up and his arm casually draped across it.
"Jeez, I don't' know, maybe two weeks ago when I last saw you." I spat back, sitting up taller taking a deep breath as another breezed pushed my hair back.
"Ah. Touché." He muttered looking out towards the sea. "You shouldn't be here." He said softly.
"Why?" I said, turning towards him, with a scorn painted on my face.
"Anyone ever tell you that you've got a piercing stare?" He said pointing softly at my face, whilst chuckling.
"Peter." I sighed, rolling my eyes before looking him dead in the eyes.
"I think it's the eyes. Whenever you're mad they become a piercing blue, not so warm anymore." He chuckled, looking out towards the sea and pushing both his legs straight out in front of him.
"Peter please. Why can't I be here? Why don't you like me outside of the camp?" I asked.

He remained silent. Leaning back into the sand, wrapping his hands behind his head.

"Peter, why did you have people guard me like I was a prisoner?" I asked.
Nothing.
"Do you not trust me?" I asked.
Nothing.
"Why don't I remember my past?" I asked louder.

Nothing.

I tried to look him in the eye but he turned away.

Sick of being ignored I hoisted my skirt up and climbed over his body, until I was sitting on his lap, I took his arms and pinned them onto the sand, forcing him to look at me.
He grinned at me, with a smug look in his eyes.

"Why Jones, how forward of you." He purred.
"Knock it off Pan. I want some answers." I scoffed back, rolling my eyes.
"My lips are sealed." He replies raising his brows at me.
"Oh really?" I said, digging my nails in tighter to his skin.
"Get off me Sophie." He snarled.
"Make me." I snarled back leaning in closer to meet his gaze.

He smiled at me and chuckled.
His leg wrapped around me and he spun his arms out of my grasp. Using both his legs and his now free arms he pushed me over him and pinned me down onto the sand, his body leaned over me like mine was.

"Made you." He purred.

Peter's POV

Sophie's brows narrowed in anger, which only furthered my enjoyment. I could feel he body squirm beneath me and I laughed loudly.
"Peteeer!" She moaned, her lower lip pouting out.
Her annoyance only caused me to laugh further.
"Peter, you big lump, stop laughing at me!"
"I can't, you made that way too easy!" I laughed.

She began to giggle too, and soon we were both in a fit of laughter, I let go of her arms and grabbed my stomach as I chuckled, but made sure I was sitting on her ensuring she couldn't escape.

The laughter slowly ceased and changed into deep pants as we attempted to catch her breath, and that's when I looked at her properly.

Her hair had gotten lighter due to the sun, she was a little blonder now, and small freckles kissed her nose, her long hair was sprawled out beneath her and framed her face nicely. Her cheeks were rosy pink due to all the laughter and her eyes glowed a brilliant blue in the early morning sun; and her lips, ever so slightly parted and pink.

"Peter…" She said softly, "You never answered my questions."
I sat up and moved off of her, and she hoisted herself up and turned towards me.
"You never answered mine." I replied, raising my brow at her. "What are you doing out here?"
She sighed and turned out again towards the sea.
"I can't sleep at night." She spoke softly, with a twang of pain in her voice, "I keep having these awful nightmares, of this girl, and the sea and this woman and so many other things." She closed her eyes tight and sighed.
"I come out here because it helps clear my head… It's so beautiful and distracting, for a moment I don't have to think of these things." She turned towards me and smiled softly.
"When did these nightmares start?" I replied, as calmly as I could.
"They started becoming bad two weeks ago," she began, "after you disappeared on me."
"ha, sorry about that," I said shaking sand out of the back of my hair with my hand, "had some urgent business to attend to."

She looked at me with her big blue eyes.

"But I'm here now, and I want to help you get some sleep." I said.
"Thanks Peter but I don't think I can forget these dreams." She replied sighing.

I could make her forget again, but it didn't work the first time, so why would it work now?
I needed to keep her distracted, keep her mind off these dreams. She hasn't been doing much the past two weeks, so it's no wonder her minds drifting. I just don't understand how she remembers these things, Tink said true love would break the spell so surly she shouldn't be able to remember any of this?

"Peter, do you trust me?" She asked, cutting off my thoughts.
"I do." I answered, starring her dead in the eyes. It wasn't a lie. I could trust her.
"Then why did you have boys guard me, and why don't you like me being out here?" She asked her eyes becoming watery; I could see her blinking back the tears, there was a strength in her eyes that suggested she wouldn't stop asking until I answered.
"I don't want anyone to hurt you again. Those pirates almost killed you, and tried to lure you In with lies…" I began.
"But they knew my name, and when they said things I could see things, like memories but not quite." She cut me off.
"They knew your name because…" Think Peter… "they captured one of the boys, and tortured him, trying to find my weakness. The boy let slip about you and they've been fixed ever since. You don't get many girls on the island and many of them men have been here years without seeing one."

She gulped.

"I don't mean to scare you. I just want to keep you safe." I replied, turning her face with my fingers.
"Why can't I remember anything?" She asked, her voice brittle and in pain.
"You've been here too long Soph. Everyone forgets after a while." I said; it was technically true, lost boys would forget if they had been here long enough, but that wasn't the case with Sophie.
"I wish I could remember." She said, "I feel like these dreams I'm having are important, but I just can't remember, and it hurts."

She curled up into a ball and placed her head into her folded arms.

I placed my arm around her and pulled her in closer.
We sat there for a while, as the sun drifted higher into the sky, neither of us wanted to move or go back to camp.

My mind drifted to Tink. It had been two weeks since I got her to search for the dust; the vault was large, it would probably take her many more weeks to properly search it. If she didn't find the dust then I don't know what will become of Sophie, if her true love gets to her and breaks the spell then the heart of the truest believer is lost; I had to destroy them before they got to her. Once I do that, I can finally end all this and save Neverland and myself.

"Peter, let's go home." She sighed. I smiled at her and picked her up in my arms, I gazed into her eyes and she gazed back at mine, smiling.

Could I really end this all?