Perdy rushed forward and grabbed Benji round the shoulders. She dragged him back, talking to him quietly. He licked his lip and wiped it with his hand. Blood came away on his hand. Robyn helped Slightly up with a hand. He had gotten his fair share of the beating. There was a shallow cut on his forehead and one of his lips was swollen. Both of their knuckles were scratched and bruised from hitting each other.

"What's goin' on 'ere, guys?" Perdy demanded, sounding angry. Benji was glaring at Slightly. Robyn was looking at his forehead and he winced when she touched it. "Well?" asked Perdy, determined for an answer.

Amara stood next to Cullen and her slanted eyes were open wide. It wasn't often there were fights in the Tree. They usually tried to save their energy for when Hook came knocking.

"Whatever," Perdy said and dragged Benji off to tend to his battle wounds.

He turned around as he was being dragged off. "I'd watch out for him if I was you, Robyn. And a word of advice, don't let Pan see ya together!"

Slightly looked at her and turned and went into his room once more. People started to dissipate and Robyn went and stood underneath Pan's room. One of the twins approached her.

He saw her blank look and laughed. "'S'Jaymes, Theo's in our room." There was a noise of assent from Robyn. "Lissen, don't let Pan push ya 'round. He's always a bit of a cocky ass when people come. I take it nothin' happened with you too?" Robyn shook her head. "Yeah, well, he sometimes, uh, 'zaggerates. Set him straight once or twice and you'll be fine."

"Thanks," she replied and he left. "Pan!" she called up to his room. He stuck his head out. "Bring me up, will you?"

According to her demands, he leapt off the ledge and seconds later was standing beside her. He tipped his imaginary hat and bowed. When he picked her up and swooped back up to his room, Robyn's stomach lurched less than usual.

There was a fruit sitting on his bed. "Thought you'd be hungry. You haven't really eaten all day." He shrugged.

Her heart softened, and then she remembered what Jaymes had said. Pan had been telling them things about her that had never happened. Anger filled her again. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"'S'up with you?" he asked.

"Nothing. And it'll stay that way."

"What?" He was fairly confused.

"You told them stuff," Robyn said.

The blank look stayed on his face. "Like what?"

"Things that never happened! You said we've been - we've been - AH, gross!" She was yelling now. A bit of colour came into his face but he didn't look away or back down. "Well, why don't you? Come and take me right now Pan, everyone already thinks you have!"

So quickly she really didn't register it, he was in front of her. She took a step back. He took one forward. This continued until she was backed right up against a wall. He then started to kiss her roughly. Robyn put both hands on his chest to push him away but he held her pinned. One of his hands was tangled in her hair and the other was on her side, holding her. He broke it off and looked at her directly.

In his eyes there was anger smouldering. Pan leaned forward until his mouth was right beside her ear. She could feel his hips on hers and she tried to shift away. "Don't tempt me, luv," he growled. He looked into her face and kissed her again, just briefly. It was just as forceful as all the others had been. Then he turned and walked out of the room and right off his balcony.

Running her hands through her blonde hair, Robyn went and sat in his hammock. She looked out of the small window and wished she was outside. Then she realized that the window was big enough to climb out of.

She settled herself on a branch and looked up at the moon. Was her mother looking at it too? Wondering what happened to her only daughter? Somehow, she thought her Grandma Jane would know where she had gone and how. She seemed wise in the way of those things.

After sitting there for long enough that she was starting to get chilled, she rested her left hand on the trunk to help herself into a standing position. A burning shot through her hand and Robyn let out a cry. It felt like it shot up her arm and into her chest where it stayed, burning from the inside. The burning worsened until she jerked her hand away. This caused her to fall from her branch. She hit the ground, knocking the wind out of her.

Gasping for air, she sat up and saw Slightly poke his head out of the entrance. He saw her sitting there choking and spluttering and clambered out of the Tree and over to her.

"What's wrong Robyn? Where's it hurt?"

She started coughing and he turned her so she was facing the ground. Slowly, she took in enough much needed air and sat there, trying to comprehend what just happened.

"Yeh alrigh', mate?" he asked, concerned. "Yeh can breathe now?"

"Yes," she gasped. "My hand."

He looked down at it. On her fingers were the cuts from the pinamplemouse and in her palm was a shape burnt into the skin. It swirled and twisted into a design. Robyn looked up at Slightly, who was still examining it.

"I've seen tha' somewhere before," he muttered.

"What is it?" she asked him.

"I dunno..."

He took her inside and then went to his room. Robyn curled up on a piece of furniture that almost resembled a couch in front of the fire. She fell asleep.

It was a scream from Amara that woke her up.

She sat up and realized she wasn't on the couch anymore. She was lying in Pan's bed. He was sitting on the edge of it with his head in his hands, taking huge, shuddering breaths. Moonlight was streaming in the window onto his bare back. This surprised Robyn. He had slept with his shirt the night before, probably because of her discomfort.

"Pan?" she whispered.

"Robyn, go back to sleep," he said, straining to keep the pain out of his voice.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

There was a pause. She heard him take another huge, shuddering gulp of air.

"Neverland's dyin', and it's taking all of us with it."

She slid across the bed and set a hand on his back. His skin was hot to the touch, which she figured was the reason he wasn't wearing his shirt. Remembering what Slightly said when she had fallen out of the Tree she questioned, "Where does it hurt?"

He took her hand and placed her burnt palm right near his heart. She tried to get as close to him as possible, hoping to comfort him in some way. Not wanting her near him, he moved away.

"Pan, dammit, let me help!" He stopped moving and looked at her. "Let me help you," she repeated. Again she laid her hand near his heart and this time, unexpectedly, the same burning sensation from before returned. She gasped and pulled her hand away.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "But it hurts."

"Maybe you're feelin' Neverland's pain. My pain. It's a burnin' isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Right there?" he asked and touched her on the left side of her chest. She nodded. "Me too." Gingerly, she reached out again to touch him on the chest. He grabbed her hand before she could. "Don't. I can handle it," he said.

"You can't," she insisted. "Let me help!"

Sighing, then tensing up in pain, he released her hand. Robyn laid her palm on his chest and the familiar burning started.

* * *

Peter woke the next morning and layed with his eyes closed. He was lying normally in his bed, but he didn't remember when they had fallen asleep. When he tried to move he felt a weight on his left side. Opening his eyes he saw Robyn half laying on him. Her left hand was still lying on his chest and he could feel her other on his side. One of his hands rested on the small of her back and he moved it quickly.

She stretched and her hair tickled him. Trying to move without waking her was successful until she moved again. He froze. He felt her eyelashes brush across his cheek as she opened her eyes. She groaned and stretched again.

"Mornin' Pan," she moaned and rolled over.

"Call me Peter," he breathed.

She looked at him as seriously as she could after waking up. "Okay. Peter."

(A/N: HEY DUDES!!! You guys, I have a suggestion for every single one of you that like funny stories. Go read You Bet Your Life It Is on this account. Melanie and I wrote it when we had a bit too much sugar and were a bit too tired. Well, we think it's funny. Heh. Review until it's not possible anymore! Au revior!)