A/N: Gak! Sorry for the shortness. I'll try to update faster to make up for it, but no promises. We all know the lovely little disclaimers of glee. I don't own them nor am I making money of them. So read on my pretties! And yes, to all my reviewers! Tacos!
Chapter Three: Midnight Hours
I hadn't been able to fall asleep, even knowing Peter was so close. In reality he was as far as one could be, he barely knew who we were, and didn't even believed in Neverland. Tink was dying, it happened when he denied the existence of Neverland.
She moaned, shifting in the small box on the wooden stand. Tink was going to die if we didn't get back to Neverland. I couldn't stand the thought of her dying, she had become a good friend.
I glanced up at the noise of a door opening. Peter was standing there, and he was beautiful. I realized then how deep my cravings, my obsessions went. I felt sick, dirty, but at some point I stopped caring.
" Peter?" I sat up and stared at the boy. He's blue eyes were unfocused and his breath was short.
" Peter?"
His eyes slide, slowly, toward me. " Who am I?"
I stood and, without thinking, embraced the boy. " You are Peter Pan, the only one who can save Neverland, Tink, and myself."
His eyes watered. " How do I know that?"
" You don't." I sighed and pushed him away, far enough that I could stare into his eyes. " But, if you trust me, you may be able to remember. Just try. Think back to before you met We…that girl. Think back to a time when you and I…When we were enemies."
Pan pulled back, eyes wide. " We, we were enemies!?
I nodded and sunk into myself. " Yes, but that was a long time ago, back when you were a child. When you never aged."
His brows furrowed and a few strands of the almost translucent hairs fell in his face. " Why did you come for me if we were enemies?"
I laughed bitterly and shook my head. " I wish I could tell you, but right now that would frighten you away. Neverland needs you."
Peter looked up, his eyes ghostly pale. " But do I need Neverland?" My breath hitched. What was he saying? He must come back, Neverland and I will die without him. I need him.
" I need you." His eyes went unbelievably wide. " I could care less about Neverland. I care about you. Let Neverland die! I don't care, but Pan, I need you, Tink needs you."
Pan sighed and sat himself at a ragged chair. " I don't understand any of this. You just come out of nowhere, some guy, who I had only seen in my dreams, with a fairy! You then tell me that I'm the only one that can save this place called Neverland that I don't remember! I don't understand it!" His face was flushed and his breathing heavy. It took every ounce of will power not to go to him, it would accomplish nothing, but scaring him off.
" I know, I know. Please, come with us and we will show you the world of Neverland."
His eyes locked with mine. " What if I don't want to go."
I grabbed his shoulders and sighed. " I won't force you. I refuse to force you. This is your decision. Pan, you hold the life of both Tinker Bell and me in your hands. I trust you will make the best choice." I glanced at Tink. " If you choose for us to die, than so be it. I will willingly accept my fate."
" You're different."
" Tragedies change people. After the crocodile I realized something, something that I denied for years. I've stopped denying it to myself. All it has done was hurt me."
He looked at me timidly, and looked amazing. " What did you realize." I shook my head. " Tell me, please." Peter looked absolutely dejected.
I sighed. " I realized my feelings for you ran deeper than any would have imagined." I left it at that. If he understood than I hope he won't leave. If he didn't, well it would save him.
His eyes were wide and his face went pale. He understood perfectly. " I…That's…"
" Sick, perverse, disgusting?" He shook his head. " Than what?"
" I don't know." He collapsed into himself. " God I don't know anymore! Maybe I've lost my mind! Maybe I'm really in an asylum, imagining this all. It's not real! It can't be." I grabbed his bony shoulders and pulled him forward.
" Is this real?" It was a mere whisper, just before I pulled him forward. It was nothing but a simple kiss, chaste yet utterly euphoric. It would probably be my only time, so I had taken a chance. I will never regret it, even if he sends us away and we die, I will always remember those few seconds of pure bliss.
Pan was mine, he will always be mine. Even if Neverland, Tinker Bell and myself die and fade, he will be mine. I am the villain to his hero, and he is my hero, to counter my evil.
He is mine.