Author's Notes: As promised guys! I tried to write this one as fast as I could, but like I said earlier, I am not gonna be able to update as much now that it's back to school for me! But seriously, this chapter is kind of a favorite for me! I really loved writing this and I hope you guys enjoy!

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

Chapter 6

"What are you doing in my bedroom?"

Wendy freezes, her entire body tensing as she feels the dangerous presence right behind her, whispering in her ear, and it sends a pleasant shiver down her spine. She stands completely still as Peter begins to circle around her, much like a predator circling it's prey. He stops directly in front of her and peers down, so that his burning emerald eyes are staring into her deep ocean blue ones. He raises an eyebrow expectantly. "Hmm?"

Wendy stutters for a moment, unsure of what to say when she is trapped underneath his captivating gaze. "I…" She straightens her shoulders and stands taller, lifting her chin up in an air of confidence, even if it was feigned. "I came here because I want to know why I am no longer allowed to sleep with Felix." Her face turns crimson when she sees the knowing smirk growing on his face and realizes the unintended meaning behind her words.

She begins to protest at his snickering. "That is not what I meant! I wanted to know why-"

Wendy stops when she feels the temperature of the room grow cooler. She looks to Peter who has stopped laughing. His head is bowed, so she can not see his face, but there is an ominous feeling seeping from him and draining what little light was in this room. It is so dim that Wendy can barely see the outline of his figure, but when he lifts his head, his eyes burn brilliantly. She could be mistaken, but she thought that for a moment, there was a flash of gold, but it was too fast for her to be certain.

His gaze pierces her and leaves her immobile as he asks in a deadly whisper, "Are you questioning me?"

Wendy sucks in a breath and feels her heart pound increasingly fast at his hushed tone. She silently scolds herself for reacting in such a way. This was not the time to lose focus! She refuses to back down just because he decides to use a menacing voice that affects her in ways that she does not want to contemplate right now. "Yes, I am! Where am I to sleep?"

There is silence in the room, and for a brief moment, Wendy thinks that she has stumped him, but then his furious expression changes to one of amusement. She is struggling to keep up with all of his sudden mood changes.

"With me, of course."

Her heart skips a beat. Then two. Color rushes to her face as she recalls her earlier imaginings of her and Peter in the same bed…

"B-but, Peter, that's…" She struggles to come up with the right words, but Peter seems to be enjoying this. His eyes devour her flushed face and her fluttering hands, as if she were a glass of water and he was a man dying of thirst. He relishes in her bewilderment.

"What's the matter," he asks, acting ignorant of her flustered state with his head cocked to one side innocently.

Wendy shakes her head and clenches her fist, deciding that she has endured enough embarrassment for his entertainment. "Fine," she grinds out and Peter smirks down at her.

They stand in silence for a moment. Unsure of what to do, Wendy clasps her hands together tightly in front of her as her eyes dart around the room, landing anywhere but on Peter or the overly luxurious bed calling to her after an entire day of travelling around the island. "So…" she hedges.

Peter huffs a quiet laugh, brushing past her and heading towards a small nightstand next to the bed where a tiny candle has been flickering, the only source of light in the room. He blows it out and now that the sun has completely set, the moonlight filters in through a window, casting the silvery light on the two of them.

With him still not facing her, he begins to unclip the belt that hangs at his waist, letting the strap and the dagger clatter to the floor. Wendy now stares in rapt fascination, unable to break her gaze as Peter shrugs off his jacket, letting it slide to the floor, revealing an undershirt. Her mouth goes dry and she swallows nervously when he takes off that as well, leaving his bare back to shine in the moonlight.

Wendy stares intensely at the muscles that ripple across his back and the golden skin made silver in the light. A throbbing has made itself known between her thighs and she immediately clenches her legs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure, but it is only intensified when Peter turns around and she can get a full view of his lean and muscular chest. Her eyes start at his neck and hungrily trace the lines and divots down his body, further and further until she reaches the fabric of his pants.

Wendy almost wishes that he had taken that off as well, but she immediately shakes that thought away. What was wrong with her? She has never felt this way before. Her heart is racing in her chest and there is an incessant throbbing at her core that refuses to subside. There are thoughts and images racing around her head that most definitely should not be there! It was improper for a lady of her age to be thinking such things towards a boy, but no matter how many times she told herself that fact, there they were. Tantalizing thoughts of what could be. Tormenting images of what should be.

Peter seems to be enjoying her obvious discomfort, but he pays her no mind as he gracefully slides into the bed, knowing fully that Wendy's eyes are tracking his every movement with a hunger. He makes himself comfortable among the fur pelts, seemingly uncaring of her standing in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do.

After a few moments, he turns his face towards her and lifts one eyelid lazily. "Are you coming?"

Wendy's face is on fire. "You mean i-in there? W-with you?" Peter gives her an exasperated look, as though this were obvious. She thought that one of them would sleep on the floor like the arrangement her and Felix had. But she should not have expected that of one so uncaring and unsympathetic towards others.

She now has a choice to make. Either she can do the responsible thing and sleep on the cold, wooden floor or she could swallow her dignity and crawl into that warm, soft bed with a boy…

She has made her decision. Wendy slides off her jacket and shoes and gently lays them on the floor. Peter has turned on his side, his bare back facing her, and by his steady breathing, he most likely is already asleep. She gently peels away the covers and slips inside, savoring the delicious warmth that wraps around her.

If her mother could see her now, she would most assuredly be ashamed of her sleeping in the same bed with a man who is not her betrothed. Wendy is grateful that the bed is large. She does not have to worry about wandering hands in the night, and she is terrified to admit that she is not sure whose hands would be tempted to wander-hers or Peters.

But that is absurd! Surely these horrific thoughts are simply delusions concocted from her scattered and overwhelmed mind. Yes, that is what it must be. Peter is arrogant and rude and the only thing she wants or needs from his is a way off Neverland for her and her brothers. That is all.

Wendy looks to him now and briefly wonders if he is awake. She has an idea to get closer to Peter and wants to know if he would be willing to do it for her. "Um…Pan," she hesitantly voices, remembering that he had asked her to call him that when they first met.

At first, there is no response and she thinks that maybe he really has fallen asleep, but then, "Yes, Wendy?' His voice does not sound exasperated or annoyed. In fact, he seems almost slightly curious as to what she could be asking.

"I was wondering if you could show me around the island? Please?"

"I thought Felix had already given you a tour of Neverland today." Wendy was prepared for this response and it was here that she swallowed her pride and the bile rising in her throat when she said these next words. "Yes, but Felix did not take me everywhere and there are still parts of the island that I want to see." She tried to make her tone as seductive as she could, never having much prior experience. "Surely the King of Neverland can go anywhere he desires?"

Wendy knows that she has won. Even without seeing it, she can feel a smirk rising to his face. "I suppose you're right, darling. I will take you tomorrow to really see my kingdom." Her heart stops for a moment when she hears the term of endearment escape from his mouth.

"What did you call me?" The question came out more so a whisper than anything else, but he heard it nonetheless.

"That is your name, is it not?"

"Huh?" Her brain is still muddled from how easy the word flew past his lips.

Peter shrugs his shoulders. "You call me by my last name. It only seemed fitting that I do the same."

"Oh." She rolls onto her side, unable to stop a small smile from appearing on her face.

She would have tomorrow with Peter to try and get closer to him and she was determined to get her brothers off of this island no matter what. If that meant spending a day with him, so be it. She just hoped that she could last the entirety of the time without wanting to slap him. Although, looking at their past interactions, the chances seemed unlikely.

"Goodnight, Pan." She was not expecting a response, but as she closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep, she thought she had heard the soft words whispered on a breeze, so faint that it could have been just her imagination.

"...Goodnight."

Peter was enjoying himself immensely. It was amusing to watch her stumble across her words or fidget with her hands or watch as her cheeks burn a brilliant crimson. There was something about her that he couldn't quite place. She certainly was more… intriguing than the others on Neverland, but he dismisses that thought immediately. She was the only girl to ever show up on his shores, of course he would be interested when he spent all of his time around boys.

There is some small part of him that is pleased that she is sleeping in his bed and no longer his second-in-command's. She is his new pawn and he should not have to share with anyone else.

He turned to look at the girl in question who was sleeping peacefully beside him. Peter grudgingly admitted that she was alluring. Throughout his life, he has seen his fair share of beauty, but not quite like this. She has shimmering gold hair that cascades down her shoulders in silky waves. Her eyes are a cerulean blue not unlike an ocean and her lips are soft and pink, and he admits that over the past few days, he has had thoughts about what he could do with those full lips.

But he tells himself that this was not attraction, it was merely a need of release. He simply has a lot of pressure pushing down on him and this was his way of wanting to relinquish some of that weight. Yes, that was what this was.

This girl was no more than a means to an end for him. He was not getting attached to her, this was just him ensuring that she trusts him completely. His plan will not work otherwise. This was him securing his own survival and he needs his pawn to move when the time came.

He hears a soft sigh and his eyes dart over to the girl lying beside him. She has moved and was now turned towards him so he has a complete view of her sleeping face. Something twinges in his empty chest. It was fleeting and he disregards it. He does not feel. He does not care. And he certainly does not love. He shudders at the mere thought of the word. His heart had withered a long time ago and now there was a gaping black pit. He was incapable of feelings and that is how he would remain.

Wendy wakes up and instantly feels cold. She turns her head and sees that Peter is not next to her. She sits up and glances around the room. Completely empty. Good, she thinks silently. He won't bother me while I change and make snide comments. Slipping out of bed, she quickly pulls on her boots and jacket, not having anything else to wear other than the clothes she wore yesterday and slept in all night. She reminds herself to ask about where she could bathe on the island.

Felix took her to a small lake yesterday where they waded in the water to wash, but she doesn't think that she could find that again by herself. She also wonders if they have bar soap here like they do back home.

Home. There is a pang in her chest as she thinks about how her parents must be worried sick about her and her brothers. Don't worry, Mother. Father. I will bring us all home.

Wendy walks outside and towards the sound of conversation that is growing louder every moment. She is beginning to grow accustomed to the camp, walking among the trees, high in the air. When she arrives, most of the boys are sitting down already and when she steps in, the talking seems to come to a stop as all the boys look at her. Some with curiosity, some with disdain, and some with amusement. Why are they all staring at her?

Averting her eyes, she silently sits down across from Felix and eats quietly whatever has been placed in front of her. Felix's eyes are on hers instantly. She slowly raises her head to meet his and wishes she had not. His eyes are cold and there are dark circles underneath them, as if he didn't sleep all night.

"What's wrong?" She asks. "Nothing," he spits back and Wendy frowns into her bowl. Felix has never behaved towards her in such a way before. He seemed alright when she had left him last night, albeit slightly tense at her upcoming confrontation with Peter. Does it have something to do with that?

All of the sudden, Peter struts into the room with a rather smug look on his face. Felix's head turns towards him and his eyes go from cold to deadly and Wendy realizes that Felix is mad at Peter. She looks between the two of them and then across the sea of Lost Boys, who seem to be eagerly waiting for something to happen. She looks back to Peter and he seems completely oblivious to the venomous glares Felix is shooting towards him.

Peter sits down with a smirk plastered on his face. He notices her staring and his eyebrows raise in a challenge as a blush blooms on her cheeks. "Sleep well?" Peter asks suggestively.

Wendy's face reddens even more so. "Quite well, thank you," she says with bitterness dripping in her voice. This has no effect on Peter and his smirk turns into a full grin, but when he turns his attention towards Felix, Peter stiffens, his smile disappearing.

They glare at each other and both tense, as if bracing themselves for what, Wendy does not know, but she can feel the tension filling the room, making the atmosphere uncomfortable for everyone. In an attempt to relieve the situation, she says, "I was thinking of going for a swim today."

At this comment, both of their heads perk up and she can see that their eyes flicker towards her for a moment, wavering slightly, before turning away again to resume their battle of glaring at the other. Wendy sighs internally and calmly asks, "Would anyone care to join me?"

She looks to Peter and Felix, hoping that they will stop this ridiculously childish act, but no. Felix looks to her for the briefest of moments and gives her a sympathetic smile."Sorry, Wendy. Not today." He turns back towards Peter whose gaze was unwavering. Peter, while still glaring at Felix, says, "I guess you'll have to find another way of entertaining yourself today, darling." Felix grits his teeth and his eyes burn with a cold fury she has never seen before. Peter looks incredibly smug as he says, "Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure to entertain you tonight." He winks for good measure and her cheeks are ablaze as flashes of last night's dream enters her mind. Panting breaths. Burning touches. Tantalizing kisses… She scolds herself for thinking those thoughts at a time like this. Or thinking them at all.

Felix, noticing her flushed face and flustered state, pushes back his chair and slams his palms on the table, causing everyone to jolt in their seats. He looks down at Peter who is still casually lounging in his throne-like chair. "I think we should take this outside," his voice a deadly whisper.

"I agree." Peter stands up and casually saunters past all the boys. "No worries, lads. Go back to your eating."

The two of them leave the room and Wendy races after them, wanting to make sure that they don't do something even more foolish. But when she steps outside, they are gone and she is left alone to wonder how they vanished in the span of no more than a few seconds.

She stands dejectedly for a few moments until she hears someone coming up behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end when she feels a rough and calloused hand graze her arm suggestively. She pulls away immediately and turns to see one of the Lost Boys. His eyes and hair were pitch black and his mouth turned down in a natural scowl. Rufio, Wendy remembers. He was the boy who always made her apprehensive. There was something about him that did not feel right to her, especially the way his eyes always gazed hungrily over her figure in a way that made her feel repulsed and want to hide.

He did this now and she resists the urge to cross her arms over her chest. His mouth licks his lips as though he were imagining the way she tasted. "I'll go swimming with you." The thought makes her squirm and she forces her voice to remain steady as she politely declines. "I appreciate the offer, Rufio, but I think I'll go alone this time. Thank you."

Rufio was determined. "I can show you the way. Make sure that you don't get lost."

"Thank you, but I know the way." She leaves before he can say anything else and she feels his eyes trail her leaving form as she walks away.

Wendy was lost. Completely and hopelessly lost.

She thought that she was heading in the right direction to the small lake where her and Felix were yesterday, but she must have taken a wrong turn at some point and was now wandering the Neverwood, lost. Felix's words surface to her mind as she recalls one of their first conversations together. It is easy to get lost in the Neverwoods, and once you do, you will be trapped within the forest forever.

A pit was beginning to form in her stomach. Would she be wandering this vast forrest until she died of dehydration? Wendy searched in vain for some landmark that looked familiar to her, but found nothing but endless trees. As time passed, she grew more worried. It was already midday. What would happen when night fell? Felix had mentioned something about shadows in the forest and she hadn't had much time to really think about what that meant, but now, horrible images came to mind of a black shadow, much like the one that brought her here, descending upon her and consuming her until there was nothing left.

Just when she was about to give up, sit down, and cry, her foot caught a root and she tumbled to the ground. Wendy moaned as she slowly rose, careful not to place her weight that much on her now throbbing ankle. But when she got up, she realized that she was no longer in a forest, but in a lagoon leading out to the sea. It was beautiful.

This reminded her of her first day in Neverland where she stepped into the forest and the ocean had disappeared behind her. She didn't want to try and understand how that was even possible. Now she just wants admire the breathtaking sight in front of her with it's deep blue waters and soft sandy beaches. The small lake lead out to the ocean, the waters turning rough and wild.

Wendy took off her boots and dipped a hesitant toe into the lagoon to find that the water was achingly warm. It felt as though it was calling, beckoning for her to slip in and sink into the depths below. She could not refuse. Her body was sore and tired and she desperately needed to bathe to rid herself of the dirt and sweat that stuck to her. She slipped out of her clothes until she was left bare before the warm air, uncaring of her nakedness. For she was miles away from any who would see and she needed to wash herself thoroughly.

She walked straight into the lagoon with no reservation, as though it were calling to her. The warm water soothed her muscles and cleansed her from the grime that was coating her body. Wendy floated along the surface, sighing contentedly to herself. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the water splashing around her. Wait… the water was splashing around her.

She opened her eyes and whirled her head around to see what was swimming with her. At first, she did not see anything, all she felt was something with scales brushing up against her thigh. Wendy glances down to see the pale, shimmering bodies gliding through the water around her. "Mermaids," she breathes out. They float around her and she is mesmerized by their luminescence. Their tales catch the light of the sun and reflect off their scales, making them sparkle and glow in the dark waters. Their bodies are naked and pale, and their hair cascades around them, billowing out like a dress. She sees the face of one and is stunned by her beauty.

Her eyes are huge-a deep sea blue with green and gold specks. Her nose is flat against her face and her lips are full and pale. If she looks closely, she can see what looks like gills on either side of her neck. She is breathtaking. Otherworldly. Wendy sees her mouth move but does not hear the words come out. The mermaid crooks one finger, motioning the girl to come underwater. She does without hesitation. Wendy does not bother taking a breath of air.

Once her whole body is submerged the mermaid says, "Come play with us." Her voice is melodic. The other mermaids are still circling Wendy as they raise their voices in approval. She knows she shouldn't, but she can't help herself. When the mermaid reaches out her hand towards Wendy, she grabs it without hesitation.

As soon as the mermaid's scaly skin comes into contact with her, she knows something is wrong. Wendy panics and tries to release the grip on her, but what used to be lovely, polished nails, turn into razor sharp claws. They scratch her wrists and dig into the skin and she sees blood seeping out and mixing with the water. Wendy kicks and flails, trying to be free. She manages to get loose long enough to break the surface and grab a breath before the claws grab her ankles.

Wendy shouts a name into the sky, the first one she can think of, hoping that her plea was heard. Then she is being dragged back down. She looks up and sees the sunlight getting farther and farther away as the mermaids pull her deeper and deeper into the dark abyss. The water surrounding them gets colder and she is running out of air. Her toes and fingers grow numb and she cannot move. The light is gone and darkness pulls her under.

The coldness surrounds her.

Author's Notes: What do you guys think? It's getting interesting right? I hope you guys all understand what's going on right now because it's gonna get even weirder as we progress... but in a good way! There is some mystery, some action, and of course some romance! Buckle up everybody, because this is going to be a bumpy ride for Wendy and Peter! But let me know what you guys think! I love hearing from all of you, and thank you to everyone that has left me a review! They have been extremely helpful! Until next time!