Author's Note: I'm just on an updating spree! I posted five chapters of Under a Violet Sky 2 a few minutes ago because I haven't in ages, and I'm getting around to this one now! Maybe later I'll put up a new chapter for I'm a Lover Not a Fighter, But I Will Fight for What I Love! This has been absolutely marvelous!

"Loki?" I woke up several hours after I'd gone to sleep. I was still in a lot of pain. When my eyes opened, I saw Peter perched on the edge of the bed I was lying on. His face was scrunched up in concern and his fists were clenched on his knees. I coughed, blood coming saltily into my throat. His head snapped over and looked at me. He was off the edge and up closer to my head in the blink of an eye.

"Cass? Cass, are you okay?" he demanded.

"What did you do to Loki?" I asked, voice muffled by blood.

"I kept him away from you. He hurt you," Pan growled.

"You threw the knife," I pointed out, one hand pressing against my abdomen where the wound was in an attempt to repress the pain and the other one finding his wrist. I held onto it and looked him right in the eye.

"That I did," he admitted. "And if I hadn't, you wouldn't be here with a knife wound in your stomach. I ruined your party."

Now, a good man—or in this case, young man—admits his wrongs. Him saying the things he did and looking genuinely sorry about it was extremely endearing to me. I patted his wrist, my fingers brushing the leather cuff. "It wasn't my party," I corrected, sassy but weak. The fire that should have been in my tone was diminished to a tiny little ember by the pain coursing through me. "And yeah, it was ruined, but I wouldn't have had much fun there anyway." That was true. I'd felt so enclosed and crowded and scared of people that I wouldn't have been able to enjoy myself—even with my Loki there.

"Your bandages need to be changed. Do you mind if I…?" Peter trailed off. I shook my head. He tugged the covers down to reveal my torso. I wasn't in the orange dress anymore. I was in clothes like his. "Sorry. We had to put you in clean clothes. We figured you wouldn't want to sleep in your own blood."

"No. It's fine. Thank you," I replied. I figured the "we" was the Lost Boys and him—or his second-in-command Felix.

"May I?"

I nodded. He lifted the green shirt up to show my bandage-wrapped lower abdomen. Felix came into view with fresh white cloth in his hands. I didn't like Felix very much in Once Upon a Time. He came off as sinister, whereas Pan came off as cunning. Maybe it was how he talked really slow.

They worked quickly, in tandem with each other. I barely even felt like my privacy was violated—nothing above my ribcage was exposed. They used some sort of liquid to disinfect the little gaping hole I couldn't bring myself to look at. It stung and I felt my eyes water, but I was okay. Once it was disinfected and cleaned, they sat me up and rewrapped the gauze around my trunk. I winced as they leaned me back down. It hurt.

"So… where are we?"

"Take a guess," Peter replied. My eyebrows rose a little higher.

"Never Land?" I guessed.

"That's the one," he answered with a smile. "Welcome. I'm sorry you couldn't come and visit under better circumstances." He sounded like he meant it. "Never Land is usually a wonderful, wonderful place." Felix grunted in noncommittal agreement but didn't say anything. He tucked the last bandage into place and went trouncing off.

"I don't think he likes me very much," I commented. I sounded like I was drugged. Maybe I was.

"Don't worry about him. He's just slow to trust."

"You mean you told him everything about me and how something I did made your chest burn and now he thinks I'm some sort of dark sorceress who's going to destroy everything," I corrected. Peter took a moment to think before he nodded.

"Yeah. Something like that," he replied.

"It's okay. But I promise I don't know what it is that's in me or whatever that made your magic react." I had my suspicions of course, but nothing solid. Did I think it was a coincidence that he just so happened to feel his magic burning at around the same time I started harboring a fictional character crush on the Once Upon a Time version of him (though they seemed to be the same version)? No. I didn't think it was a coincidence. I watched Sherlock for pity's sake. And what do we say about coincidences Sherlock? The universe is rarely so lazy. Of course, Doctor Who disagreed with that—saying that was the universe's way of having fun—but I digress. Some part of me starting to like him was sending some sort of magical signal from New York City to Never Land. And I had no clue what it was.

We're special, Cass. Both of us.

Callie's words from my dream suddenly rang through my head like a really loud, really annoying bell. We were "special." What did that mean? Did I have magic? That didn't seem likely. Loki would have been able to feel if I had magic or not. And we'd been together for almost four years. We'd been through a lot—like being trapped in that cellar for two days—if I had powers, he would have known about it.

Of course, on the other hand, Callie visited me in a dream. She was in her pajamas and I was in the clothes I was wearing right at that moment. I didn't even know what to make of that. Did she have magic?

Peter patted my shoulder. "Get some more rest. I'll bring you something to eat soon. The faster you heal, the better you'll feel." He stood straight and went walking through the trees to a camp not far away. The Lost Boys sounded like they were having a party or a fire dance or something. My mind shot to the Once Upon a Time episode in season three where they were doing something similar. I wondered if they were celebrating anything. Unlikely.

"You're a poet and you know it," I joked with him. He came back.

"Get some rest, Cass," he repeated. There was force in his tone, but also amusement and teasing. He disappeared again and I relaxed against the mattress.

I quickly realized there was no way I was gonna get any sleep with the boys shouting and banging sticks around. I could sleep through noise, but it kept me up for several hours before my brain just broke down and crashed. My guess was I'd have to toss and turn for quite a while before I got the chance to finally get a few decent hours in.

Then, just like that, the boys' animal calls went silent and there was peace in the jungle.

I wondered if Pan had put up some sort of spell like he or Loki had at the engagement party or… or if I had done it. I still didn't believe that I had magic, but I was open to the possibility. Rumplestiltskin had said that Never Land was a place where imagination ran wild. And, since writing stories was one of the only hobbies I had, mine ran faster and crazier than most normally sane people could even begin to comprehend. My dreams helped spur it along (saving an accountant that turned out to be the Cookie Monster from a Chitauri lawyer by jumping out of a skyscraper being one example), but otherwise it ran pretty well on its own.

And I had no clue what that would mean for me on Never Land.

End Note: Unlike usual, that dream is NOT one I've actually had, unfortunately. And it's just my luck to be caught in a love triangle with two villains isn't it? *sigh* That's okay though! Villains are hot!

To "Nihlo (Guest)": Thank you! Glad you're rooting for Loki. I like him too, but unfortunately, we just don't know who'll win! To "callieandjack": Yes, we do indeed have a special connection, the kinks of which I'm still working out. To "Rockinwiz": I'm sorry you don't like Peter Pan, but I understand why.

Anyway, sorry this took a while. I'm still a little head-under, but I'm swimming as hard as I can!

Thanks for reading! Love you guys!

~Cass