Author's Notes: I know! Two chapters in one day is insane for me! But don't expect this to happen a lot, I am just trying to get as many chapters as I can done before it gets really crazy for me! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the OUAT characters, however the story is entirely my own.

Chapter 5

Peter stands with his arms crossed over his chest, brooding over the large map hanging on the wall. His eyes scour over the landmarks, searching in vain for any signs of them. There is almost no light save for the small flickering candle placed on a table, casting shadows across the room. The night passes slowly, time creeping by at an agonizingly slow pace. Peter still stands there in that same spot, scanning every inch of the map for something. Anything.

After several hours have passed, he growls in frustration, slamming his hand against the wall to release some of his pent-up anger. He can feel himself losing control, the darkness consuming him. Peter takes deep breaths, trying to calm down before he slips up and destroys his house. It would be a pain to have to rebuild it yet again. He stands in silence, listening to his pounding heart beats eventually slow to a normal pace.

Peter does not turn towards the figure lurking in the dark corner behind him, cast in shadows. Instead he says with much sarcasm, " You are losing your touch. I sensed you the moment you entered."

"You always could."

Peter does not respond. He still stands with his back turned away, hiding any emotions from the figure. The silence stretches on until the figure speaks again, hesitant to ask Peter the question, but still needing to know the answer.

"What are you planning?" Peter smirks knowingly, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting an eyebrow.

"You mean what am I planning to do with her." It was not a question.

The figure tenses, remaining silent and Peter waits, wanting to hear what the other has to say. Several moments pass before the figure speaks again, hesitantly.

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

Peter rolls his eyes, angered by the blatant denial of the bothersome person behind him. "You know what I'm talking about. Just because she is the first girl that shows up on the island, does not mean that you can throw yourself at her," he says with agitation. "Even if she isn't completely hideous," he adds reluctantly, not wanting to admit that there is anything redeeming about that girl. Peter would rather just use her how he sees fit and dispose of her once he's done, never wanting to see her again. She is merely a pawn, a stepping stone on his way to eternity. The sooner he gets rid of her, the better.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the figure repeats, not knowing what else to say. Peter is losing his patience and wants to be done with this pointless conversation that is going nowhere. He sighs in exasperation and turns around, finally staring at the person lurking in the corner of the dimly lit room. "You don't want to admit it. Fine." There is silence for a moment as Peter turns back around to stare at the map, his eyes once again scouring the paper looking for what, the figure does not know and as he turns to leave, thinking that Peter is done speaking, he hears a deadly whisper, "Stay away from her. I have big plans that I will not have derailed because you are foolish enough to fall for this girl. You will not get involved… Understood?"

"Understood." The figure steps out of the door and into the moonlit night, planning to go back to his house when he hears Peter call for him again.

"Felix."

Felix turns to look at Peter who is still staring intently at the map. "Yes?"

"Take that back with you. I don't need to hear her snoring all night." Peter nods his head towards something outside. Felix turns to see Wendy collapsed beside Peter's house, her golden hair reflecting almost silver in the moonlight. Small inhales of breath can be heard from her as she sleeps peacefully.

"And this will be the last night that she sleeps with you." Felix looks to Peter and could swear that he saw a muscle in Peter's jaw tick, but he couldn't be sure.

Felix does not bother to question Peter. He just nods and wraps his arms around the fragile girl, leaving the darkened home of Peter Pan.

Not much is known about Peter. He keeps a very secretive life. All Felix knows is that Peter is the original. He was the first person to inhabit Neverland and ever since then, boys have appeared on the island, never questioning that Peter is their leader. Felix does not know how they arrive, but he knows that Peter is extremely powerful. He has never actually seen Peter use any of his power-nobody has-but it would take an idiot to not sense just how strong Peter truly is. There are times when Felix can feel an ominous power that radiates around Peter whenever he loses control of his emotions, which is not often. But when he does lose control, everyone stays as far away as possible from Peter, because if they were to get in his way… Well, boys have gone missing on Neverland before. And it will happen again.

As Felix walks back to his house, he hears a tiny voice call out to him and turns around, finding Teacup carrying his stuffed bear with his thumb in his mouth, staring at Felix with wide eyes. He sighs, just wanting to be back in bed and asleep already. "What do you want Teacup?"

The small, blonde boy walks up to him and whispers to him nervously, "What are you doing with Miss Wendy? You heard Peter, you can't be close to her." Felix sighs, not at all surprised that Teacup was listening in on his conversation with Peter.

Not many of the boys know that Teacup oversees everything that happens within the camp and then reports back to Peter. Peter does not trust many of the Lost Boys except for Felix and Teacup. Peter is paranoid about any traitors amongst them and will only tolerate loyal followers, so he has Teacup keep surveillance of all of the boys on the island. Because Teacup is so small and quiet, nobody notices him. And because he is still a very young and seemingly innocent child, everyone trusts him, making him the perfect spy for Peter.

Felix turns back to Teacup. "I'm not going to leave her outside so that the shadows can have her. You know as well as I do that these woods are dangerous at night." Teacup nods along as if this makes perfect sense. "Just be careful," he says, his big blue eyes staring up at Felix, filled with concern. Felix smiles at Teacup and ruffles his hair before finally heading back to his house, leaving Teacup standing there watching him go.

Felix calls over his shoulder. "Don't worry, buddy. I will."

Wendy dozes in and out of sleep. She feels a swaying motion. Muscular arms are underneath her knees and on her back and she hears the creaking of wood. Someone must be carrying her. She is about to open her eyes when she begins to hear voices talking, the sounds muffled as she struggles to remain conscious from her complete exhaustion.

"...You heard Peter… can't stay with you anymore." Wendy has heard that voice before, but she can't seem to place whose it belongs to. She strains to keep listening.

"...leave her outside so that the shadows can have her... woods are dangerous at night." The voice sounds incredibly familiar. Felix. He must be the one carrying her. And he mentioned the shadows. Does he mean the shadows that were in my dream?

She hears the other voice telling Felix to be careful, followed by the sound of footsteps and she knows that Felix has started walking again. Wendy doesn't dare open her eyes. She doesn't want to risk Felix thinking that she heard that conversation. Wendy just relaxes and enjoys the feeling of Felix's arms around her and his heart beating in her ear. She pillows her head on his chest as he carries her back to his house. She hears the opening and closing of the door and he lays her gently down onto the bed and pulls the sheets up to her neck. Wendy instantly feels warmth seeping into her bones and driving away the cold.

She keeps her eyes tightly shut, not knowing if Felix has fallen back asleep. After a few moments, she feels a hand on her head and instantly tenses up, but relaxes as she realizes that Felix is now gently caressing her head. Wendy hears him let out a sigh and it sounds so worn and weary, as if he has been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for centuries.

"You will not last more than a day out here by yourself."

Wendy grows panicked, thinking that Felix knows she is awake, but after a few silent minutes, he continues to talk in a hushed tone and she listens intently.

"You are too young and innocent and pure for this place. Once he is done with you, there won't be anything left of the girl you are now." Felix's words are so dark, so menacing, unlike his hand that is running its fingers through her hair gently. But his next words stops her heart.

"This place will bring your death."

A cold shiver runs down her spine, despite the warmth of the blankets. She doesn't know what Felix means and there are so many questions she has that she feels will never be answered, but Felix's message was clear: her and her brothers need to get off this island before they are destroyed.

Mulling over the words she heard this night in her head, she barely hears Felix sigh as he gently caresses her cheek with his finger, and lays back down in his makeshift bed on the floor. After a few more minutes, Wendy hears his steady breathing and knows that he has gone to sleep.

She sits up immediately and stares into the dark room, trying to understand all that she heard. So this place was dangerous. That much she knows for certain. But what about the shadows? Was Felix talking about the shadow that she saw in her dream? Was that what he was referring to? The shadows?

This is all so confusing. Her head is whirring with these questions and Wendy has no idea how to answer a single one. And she knows that Peter won't answer any of them. Her gaze drifts down to the boy sleeping on the floor beside her. If she could convince Felix to tell her what is happening on this island, she will be one step closer to bringing her and her brothers home. Her eyelids grow heavy and Wendy lays down against the pillows, inhaling Felix's scent deeply. It smells masculine and smoky, like a hearth, warm and reassuring. She smiles to herself and drifts off into an unusually quiet sleep.

She wakes to the feeling of someone nudging her shoulder.

"Wendy, come on. It's time to get up."

Wendy opens her eyes and sits up. She feels a warmth on her face and smiles at the light streaming in through the window of Felix's home. She looks around the room to see Felix with a smile on his face and laughter in his eyes.

"Here," he says, tossing her a bundle of clothes. Wendy holds them up and looks at the curiously. This is certainly different than petticoats and parasols, she thinks to herself.

"Thank you," she says. "I didn't want to spend another day wearing this." She gestures down at her sheer white nightgown, and Felix follows her hands, his eyes lingering in certain places that makes Wendy blush profusely. "Well," he says, barely containing a laugh, "as much as I love what you're wearing right now, it would probably be better if you changed into those instead." He gestures towards the clothes in Wendy's hand and clears his throat, "Well, I'll let you get dressed then… and uh… meet me at the dining hall when you're done." With that, he leaves quickly and shuts the door behind him, leaving Wendy a few moments of grateful solitude.

Wendy stands and observes the pile of clothes laid out. She blushes when she sees the undergarments folded neatly, thinking about Felix having to touch them. Slipping them on, her blush increases tenfold when she finds that they fit perfectly.

Amongst the pile of clothes there is a dark green, almost black jacket and tight matching pants that cling to her legs like a second skin when she pulls them on. They hug her body and accentuate the little curves that she does have. After putting on a simple lighter green blouse and the dark jacket that looks to be made of material similar to leather, Wendy stands in the mirror Felix has hanging on his wall and looks at herself.

But instead of herself, Wendy sees another girl. She has wild hair that flows loosely down her back and her eyes are filled with excitement and the promise of mischief. She has a tight dark outfit that highlights her curves and boots that make her seem strong and confident. That girl is not her. Wendy does not wear skin tight clothing. She is not wild. Nor strong. Nor confident. These clothes are nothing like what she is or what she is supposed to be and surprisingly… Wendy likes it.

She steps outside and sees Felix leaning against the wall outside. He is staring out across the trees and the light that filters through the leaves, bathing everything in a golden glow. She smiles, surprised that he waited for her. When Wendy steps in front of him and politely clears her throat, he glances in her direction and his eyes widen when he sees her. His mouth hangs open in astonishment as his eyes gaze over her body. She blushes profusely and walks across the platform, making her way towards the house where they ate last night. As she begins to walk, she feels Felix grab her wrist, pulling her back. Wendy looks at him questioningly and he says in a rough voice, "It's-uh… it's this way," he clears his throat. She blushes and Felix leads her across a different platform high in the trees and as they continue to walk, she begins to hear boisterous laughter from up ahead.

They walk in silence, her following and him leading. She stares at Felix's back as they walk high in the trees and Wendy recalls Felix's words last night. She can't help but wonder what is really happening on this island? There are so many things that don't make sense or don't add up and she is struggling to fit all of these scrambled pieces together. But she knows that if she wants to have any hope of uncovering the mystery around this place and finding a way off the island, Wendy has to get closer to Peter. He is the only one who can tell her what she needs to know.

With a newfound determination, Wendy marches behind Felix as he leads them to the bigger structure in the trees where they must have ate last night. Now in the daylight where she can see properly, Wendy can see that this house is larger than Felix's or any of the other Lost Boys' homes. They reach the platform and walk through the curtain. All conversations stop and Wendy sees every boy's head turn to stare at her. She feels the blazing heat rushing to her face.

Their mouths hang open, food that was on their way to their lips falls off of their forks as all the Lost Boys stare at her in her new attire. Wendy makes her way to the end of the table and can still feel their eyes glued to her form. She sits as calmly as she can in her seat and after a few more minutes of stunned silence, the conversation starts back up again. She looks up to find Felix staring intently at her. She feels her blush deepen even more and looks back down again, her face on fire.

Wendy looks to the bowl in front of her and sees that breakfast consists of ripe and vibrant fruits that she has never seen before. They look exotic and tropical and absolutely mouthwatering. She picks up a fork and begins to try the fruit, instantly moaning in satisfaction. The flavor is crisp and sweet, like an ice cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer's day. Wendy has never tasted anything quite like it and instantly brings more fruit to her lips, unknowing of the juice dribbling down her chin. Felix, chuckling at the sight of her making a mess everywhere, takes a napkin and leans across the table, wiping her chin.

His thumb swipes over her lips, staying there for a moment longer than needed before moving his arm back. Wendy looks in astonishment at him and he stares back, his gaze deep and intense. Her cheeks burn from his staring and she immediately looks back down, resisting the urge to run her fingers over her lips where his were not moments ago.

The Lost Boys continue to talk, oblivious to what just transpired between Felix and Wendy. She looks around the table and sees John and Michael, relieved that they didn't seem to see anything. Michael might be too young to understand, but John is maturing into a young adolescent, and if he were to see what just happened, Wendy knows he would be immediately suspicious of her relationship with Felix. But her brothers continue to converse with the other boys, happy and carefree. She smiles at the sight, glad to know that they are content for now while they are stranded on this island.

As breakfast continues, the boys become more rowdy and energized, shouting and laughing and throwing various forks, fruits, and bowls across the room. At some points, Wendy finds herself joining them, being swept up in the utter nonsense that is Neverland. She feels light, without a care in the world, and it feels… nice. That is, until they hear heavy footsteps and all heads turn to look as Peter storms in with his head buried in what appears to be a map. He is not paying attention to any of the Lost Boys as he sits in his chair and studies the piece of parchment intensely and thoroughly.

Wendy attempts to be civil, knowing that she will need to be on his good side if he is ever to give her any information regarding the way off this island. "Hello, Pe-"

Peter lifts his head and stares at her with a dark look filled with disdain. Wendy immediately grows silent, having never seen an expression quite like that saying a single word, he buries his head once again in the map, effectively cutting off any chance of initiating a conversation.

Wendy silently screams in frustration inside her head. If she is ever to convince Peter to get her and her brothers off this island, she needs to be able to talk to him, but she does not see how she can do that when he refuses to actually listen. Her blood turns to fire as the anger she feels towards Peter escalates. Wendy calms herself by thinking of her brothers. She looks to them now. They are both talking to some of the younger boys and they smile and laugh. The scene makes her smile, too, and her anger subsides.

Peter continues to study his map and not a single boy bothers to talk to him. They ignore him and go back to their eating. After a couple minutes of intense scanning, Peter gets frustrated and throws the map at the wall behind him. All heads turn towards his sudden outbreak. Felix glances at Peter and says, "No luck?" Peter gives him a deadly glare and says with heavy sarcasm, "Well, obviously not Felix."

Felix glares at his plate. Even the boys stop talking. The tension is so thick Wendy can feel it pressing down on her shoulders, making her hunch lower into her seat. After several minutes of Peter glowering at his bowl of fruit, he pushes his chair back vigorously and storms out of the room. Wendys finds herself angered that Peter did not even give her a passing glance. At the very least, he could have given her some greeting or farewell. After the silence that Peter created, one of the younger boys got up on the table and made pig noises as everyone laughed and conversation started again.

Once breakfast was done, Wendy pushed back her chair and walked outside. Felix joined her not a moment later. "So, what do you want to do today?" he asks. She considers this for a moment. "Could you please give me a tour of the island? I would love to see it." She wanted to know the terrain on Neverland because if there is ever a need for her and her brothers to make a quick escape, she would rather not get lost running through the Neverwood.

Neverland was beautiful and ethereal. Felix showed Wendy the parts of the island and each sight was more breathtaking than the last. He said that he couldn't show her all of Neverland because some areas were extremely dangerous, but Wendy had a sneaking suspicion that he was not allowed to show her certain parts for one reason or another. But she did not want to push this and just enjoyed seeing the parts of the island that they could see.

Along the journey, Wendy would try to ask Felix about how she got here or what Peter was looking for that morning, but anytime she broached the subject, Felix would immediately shut down and say that he was incapable of answering those questions. What he meant by that, Wendy did not know, but it was clear that she would not receive any answers from him.

When the sun began to set, Felix takes her to a small lake. The colors from the setting sun reflecting on the water, making it look yellow and orange and pink.

Wendy is mesmerized by the beauty until the sound of rustling fabric snaps her out of her trance. She looks to Felix undoing his jacket and tossing it to the ground. Her heart starts pounding as she says slowly, "What are you doing?"

He glances up at her and says as though it were obvious, "Don't you want to go for a swim?" It does sound tempting and as much as Wendy hates to admit it, she does need to wash the layer of dirt and grime and ash from her body. She has not bathed in several days and she does not know how much longer she can take it. So, she slowly peels off her tight jacket and places it to the floor. She slides out of her pants and lays those on the floor, too. She looks over to see that Felix has waded into the waters and is now treading in the middle of the lake, his back facing her, giving her the privacy she needs.

Wendy hesitates for a moment and yanks off her blouse before she can think better of it. She stands in just her undergarments, her bear arms and legs trembling as goose bumps rise onto the surface of her skin from being exposed to the cool air. Not daring to look at Felix, she walks right up to the shore and wades into the lake, the warm water instantly washing away all the dirt and sweat from these past few days. Wendy closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling of being clean. A moment later, a splash of water sprays her and she opens her eyes to see Felix swimming towards her in nothing but his trunks and she gulps nervously.

They tread water together, each staring into the other's eyes as the air becomes heated with the pent-up emotions swirling between them. Wendy is unsure of what to say. Felix is the only one on this whole island who has expressed any care for her. He is the one who has shown her any small amount of kindness. She is truly grateful towards him. She does not know if she would have survived the past day were he not there beside her. She just does not know how to express that in words. But Felix seems to have an idea as his hand reaches out of the water and gently caresses her cheek, his thumb leaving a trail from her cheekbone down to the curve of her lips. She shivers at the contact, never once having a boy touch her as Felix is now.

Their bodies drift closer and Wendy involuntarily is leaning her head towards his and she can see him doing the same thing. His breath washes over her face and it sends a pleasant tingle down her spine. Their lips are so close now, only a hair's breadth away. She does not know if she wants whatever this is. This is moving much to suddenly for her liking, but she feels she cannot help but gravitate towards Felix. Especially now that his arm is wrapping around her waist underneath the water and pulling her towards him.

Wendy closes her eyes at the exact moment that their lips touch. It is a ghost, a phantom of a kiss and she sighs against his lips. But then her eyes flutter open when Felix abruptly pushes her away. Not harshly, just suddenly. She watches as he drags his hand out of the water and runs it through his hair, ruffling the golden strands. He blows out a puff of air and curses under his breath.

"I'm sorry, Wendy… I kind of just… look I-what I mean is-I'm sorry." He stares intensely into her eyes. "It's alright," she says, "Truly, I'm not ready for that either." He looks as though he were about to say something, but he discards it and instead nods his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Wendy thought she heard him mumble I wasn't supposed to do that under his breath but she disregards it. But the sun has now begun to set and the air has grown chilly and she shivers, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to keep warm. Seeing this, Felix leads them out of the water. They throw on their clothes-with Felix's back still facing hers-and make their way back to camp.

As they walk, uncomfortable silence wraps around them as neither of them know what to say to each other about what happened in the lake, but they seem to make a silent pact not to speak of it to anyone, especially Peter. Wendy can feel the tension between them and wishes that they had not travelled so far away to swim in that lake. The walk seems like an eternity, but when they finally reach the cave enveloped in vines, Felix pauses. "You can't sleep in my house tonight, or any other night for that matter."

Wendy sighs and when she is about to object, he cuts her off. "I mean it, Wendy. You can't stay with me anymore." She wants to argue that just because that uncomfortable situation happened does not mean that they still can't be near each other, but when she sees his severe expression, she knows that something else is going on. "I suppose Peter is responsible?" By the way a muscle in Felix's jaw ticks, she has her answer.

Wendy says no more as she marches through the cave and into the encampment, Felix trudging along behind her. They make their way up into the trees and Wendy does not slow her pace as she begins to look for the biggest house she can find, knowing that that is where Peter will most likely be. He does not disappoint as she locates an overly large house tucked in the foliage on the outskirts of the camp. Wendy bangs open the door, forgoing all manners that have been instilled in her since birth.

She walks inside, expecting to see a furious Peter, but to her surprise, the room is empty. She turns around, about to ask Felix where elase Peter would be, but Felix has disappeared. He really is like a servant for a king, she thinks. Whatever Peter commands, Felix does without question. Wendy shakes her head in disgust-not at Felix who is seemingly incapable of disobeying, but at Peter who treats the Lost Boys as his personal slaves. And what is more incredible, is that the boys seem to worship Peter as though he were a deity.

In all the stories that her mother used to tell her as a child, Wendy distinctly remembers that Peter Pan could fly. He had the ability to soar through the sky and up into the heavens in the mere blink of an eye. But as she has come to learn the longer she stays here, Neverland is becoming less and less like what the stories described, so it seems plausible that if the island was different, so was its ruler. But why was Peter such a hero in the eyes of the Lost Boys? And what better way to find answers about him than in his own room?

Wendy surveys the space and was surprised by what she saw: absolutely nothing. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but not this. There was nothing out of the ordinary, in fact, it was rather similar to Felix's room. There were no personal items decorating the room, just awfully lavish furniture for a remote island cut off from civilization. The bed itself was absolutely ridiculous. It was extremely large for just one person and various skins and pelts were strewn across the bed. When Wendy reaches out to brush her hand along one, she finds that it was very soft. Even her bed back home would seem primitive compared to this bed.

Suddenly, without warning, the image of Peter lying in this bed with her encased in his arms invades her mind and Wendy shakes her head, immediately ridding the thought. Why did she think of that out of all things? She has no interest in Peter whatsoever. He is rude, arrogant, and narcissistic. The only thing she should concern herself with was using him as a means of escape from this island. Yes, that is what she must focus on. Not her and Peter and this bed…

Wendy shakes her head again, stepping back from the bed and all of the images it produces. She moves onto the desk, thinking there might be maps of Neverland that Peter was studying earlier that day over breakfast, maybe even information on how to travel in and out of the island, but she would never think herself that lucky. Wendy finds absolutely nothing in the desk. Placing her hands on her hips, she scans the room for anything else.

So lost in thought, she fails to notice as a presence enters the room and comes up behind her. Wendy screams when she hears a voice whisper in her ear with no small amount of seduction, "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

Author's Notes: So... what do you guys think? I loved writing this chapter, it was just a lot of fun! If you were wondering what is happening with Wendy and Felix and you are missing some Peter and Wendy romance, I promise you their time is coming! I just think that I needed to add in a little romance between Wendy and Felix and make a possible love triangle, because what is better than that? Anyways... let me know what you guys think! I love hearing your opinions! And thank you to everyone who has left me a review, they have been so helpful! Keep them coming! Until next time!