Wow, I honestly didn't expect to get any reviews at all on my first chapter! Thanks you guys! So, these next two chapters are really short, but I didn't want to post them as one, so I'm going to put them both up at the same time. Comment if you think I can do something better!

Dropping from a portal in the sky and landing on a body isn't exactly a nice welcome to a new land.

Rubbing my aching head, I rolled off of said body and stood up, warily taking in my surroundings as I did so. It seemed like we were in a jungle, an unfamiliar jungle at that. Automatically, warning bells went off in my head, telling me to get the hell out of there. But I couldn't leave Henry. Looking down, I realized the person I had landed on- douchbag Greg- was groaning and standing up, giving me an icy glare. Which, of course, had no effect on me.

Over to my right I saw Henry struggling to stand up with his hands tied. "What are you still doing here!" I exclaimed. "Get your butt up and run!"

But as soon as he turned to run, Greg held out an arm, effectively stopping him. And successfully pissing me off at the fact that he thought he could touch Henry like that.

"Woah, slow down there buddy. You've got no where to go." Taking off his gear, he looked over at Tamara, both of them with triumph in their eyes.

"We made it," she said. "Mission accomplished."

Henry held his chin up. "Are you sure about that? Because my mom's coming for me, both of them."

Greg looked at Henry. "You might want to take a look around, kid. You see any clock towers?" Throwing an arm out to the surrounding jungle, he said, "We're a long way from Storybrooke."

I decided to oh-so-casually jump in at this point, my protectiveness of Henry giving me a sarcastic edge to my voice. "Oh really? I didn't notice! Since when has Storybrooke added in the nice jungle decor to the town square?" I stated sarcastically. "You got any panda bears or baboons hidden in that backpack that we could add in as well?"

I heard Henry stifle a laugh as Greg turned his not-so scary scowl to me. "Who the hell are you again?"

I smirked, holding my arms out as if to give him a big hug. "Why, I'm your worst nightmare, buddy."

"Look," Henry jumped in, interrupting my stare down with Greg, "my family's been to the Enchanted Forest before, and they can get here again."

"Well, we're not in the Enchanted Forest," Tamara smugly stated. I wanted to punch that smirk off of her face. "This is Neverland."

Henry and I looked at each other in shock, then turned to the woman. "Neverland?" Henry asked, "You're here to destroy Neverland?"

I rolled my eyes, finally realizing just how stupid the two airheads really were. Growing up where I did, of course I had heard my share of stories of Peter Pan and his so called merry band of lost boys. If these two thought that this 'Home office' they were talking about wanted them to destroy magic, they were seriously more demented than I first thought.

Tamara, walking towards Greg, simply stated "it's the motherload of magic."

Henry and I, now standing next to each other, watched as Greg handed her a little box communicator type thing. I tuned out for a minute, as I had heard some bushes rustling off to the side. I tapped Henry's arm twice, and he became alert, knowing that was our signal that something was off.

Joining back in the conversation, Henry sarcastically asked, "an office in the jungle? Who works there?"

I bit back a laugh as Greg replied. "Who we work for is none of your concern, kid. Just know that they take care of us."

He stood up, walking over towards us until he was close enough to grab Henry. I smacked his hand away, earning another glare from him. "Don't touch him unless you want one less finger on your hand," I calmly stated.

Looking at Greg, Henry asked, "did your home office tell you how you're going to get back after you've destroyed magic?"

Greg scowled, again. I laughed, saying, "you know, you'll get even more wrinkles if you don't quit scowling like a toddler who didn't get a piece of his birthday cake."

He ignored me, answering Henry instead. "We don't ask questions. We just believe in our cause."

After a few minutes of Tamara unsuccessfully trying to get the black box thing to work, Greg decided to take charge and made us start walking.