I'm so sorry I didn't get to update this chapter yesterday! We ended up getting at least two feet of snow over the weekend, and with the hill next to my house it drifted until it covered my garage. I couldn't get out of my house if I wanted to! But, in all honesty, I didn't get 8 reviews, I only got 6. So there's my main excuse. Anyways, here's the next chapter! Enjoy, smiley face. (My friend told me to put that BTW)

Deep breaths, I told myself. Deep breaths. Come on, Ari. Don't freak out now. Henry needs you to keep your head.

I put my hands on my head, grasping painfully at my ice white hair. Tugging sharply at it, I paced next to the bed, trying to calm myself.

Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel.

It wasn't working. I was too nervous. How could he have figured it out so soon? He had barely ever touched me, yet he had caught on to how cold I was right away.

Another step, swivel, continue walking. Conceal, don't feel.

I tried reasoning with myself, using logic to think, just like I used to in the Old Land.

He had only said that I was a little cold. It's not like he had revealed that I had ice powers. Maybe he just wasn't used to people being chilly on his island? It is quite humid here. Maybe he was just uncomfortable that I was against the standard of warm body temperatures. Maybe he just didn't like someone not fitting in perfectly.

I stopped my pacing, realizing just how unreasonable I was being at the moment. What am I doing? So what if he knew anything? It's not like he had flat out said who I was. If the stories I was told as a young girl were true, then the Peter Pan I knew wouldn't keep such a destructive fact to himself. He would most definitely revel in the glory of knowing he was the only person to guess my identity. Nobody in Storybrooke knew who I was in the Enchanted Forest. Not even the almighty Rumpelstiltskin had ever guessed correctly. Although, according to Henry, he had guessed plenty of times. Surely Pan would use that information to his own personal advantage?

Suddenly, I laughed. I was being childish. Peter Pan didn't know who I was. He was just pointing out something obvious, as another would about the weather. Or, if we were diving into deeper psychological theories, maybe he had just thrown out the comment to get a rise out of me. He didn't know anything about me, so he had tried the guess and check method, randomly stating something to try and see my reaction. Sadly, if that were the case, he had succeeded. But only on a certain level. It's not like he had actually seen my reaction, just heard my gasp. Besides, it was just a small fact. He couldn't guess who I truly was only knowing my body temperature.

Smiling at how big of a fool I had just made myself, I strode over to the window of the treehouse. Looking outside, I found myself glancing down at the fire. The lost boys were dancing wildly around it, hopping and skipping jovially as if they hadn't a care in the world. I saw a few of the older ones sitting on logs, or leaning against upright trees, conversing silently amongst each other. But for the most part, the Lost Ones were celebrating around the fire. For what, I didn't know, nor did I care to join in.

I would've been content to sit up in the treehouse for the night if I hadn't spotted Henry sitting alone at the edge of camp. He looked uncomfortable by himself, so I decided to pay him a visit.

"Hey bud," I said, ruffling Henry's hair. He didn't look up from the ground. I frowned, wanting to cheer him up. "Whatcha doing all by your lonesome self? I thought that since you're a boy, and you're so important to the mighty Pan, you'd be dancing with the rest of the weirdos."

I saw a flicker of a smile cross his face before he looked up at me. I could see the worry and sadness in his eyes. I sighed, knowing the kid needed a pep talk. Slowly, I sat next to him, placing my hand on his knee in a comforting manner.

"What's wrong Henry?" I asked. He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut in. "And don't give me the 'I'm fine' crap. Something's going on in that brain of yours. I can almost see the gears turning."

He looked up at me, giving me another quick smile, before shifting his head down to the ground again and replying. "Ari, do you think my family's coming? They should be here by now, but I haven't heard anything from them."

I gave a quiet chuckle, before taking his chin and tilting his head so he looked me in the eye. "Henry, I-" I was cut off by a deep voice.

"Catch," was all I heard, before a dark, juicy red apple was pelted at us, landing on the ground in front of Henry's feet. Henry whipped his head around to look questioningly at Pan, before glancing at the fruit on the ground in distaste.

Looking back at the teenager, Henry spoke. "I don't like apples."

Pan walked towards us, crossbow in his hands. I squinted my eyes in distrust. "Who doesn't like apples?"

Henry, sensing my uneasiness, looked at the crossbow warily. "It's a family thing," was all the reply he gave Pan. I chuckled, knowing just how true that was. Try getting poisoned by your own step-mom with an apple and see how much you like them then.

Pan laughed, crouching down in front of Henry with a dark smirk before replying. "Well, don't worry. It's for a kind of game. A really fun game." A pause while he aimed the crossbow at Henry. "I call it target practice."

A scowl formed on my face as Pan dragged Henry towards the other lost boys, me having no choice but to follow reluctantly. Pan stopped, letting go of Henry's arm to turn to another lost boy. He took the arrow and started dipping it in a bottle of dark liquid. Suspicious, I leaned in for a closer look.

Henry, also suspicious, asked nervously, "what's that?"

"Dreamshade," Pan replied, finishing his preparations. "It's a nasty poison." He blew on the arrow, before notching it onto the bow.

"We have a story here about a man who once shot an apple off his son's head with an arrow." Looking at Henry, a smirk curled at the edges of his mouth. "Let's find out if it's possible."

I cut in, not liking this game one bit. There had to be a catch somewhere. "If you're shooting at the apple, what's the poison for?"

Pan looked at me, full on smirk now present on his face. He practiced aiming the bow before replying. "Motivation not to miss."

Henry and I quickly looked at each other nervously. Henry jumped when Pan shouted to Felix, who was sitting by the fire. "Felix!" he called, drawing the attention of the second in command. "Get over 'ere."

What's going on? I thought to myself, sending a questioning glance to Henry. Felix walked over, a dark smirk on his face as he slung his club over his shoulder.

"I-is Felix good, is his aim good?" Henry, now almost full on panicking, quickly stuttered out the question.

Pan looked at the panicked boy, slinging the crossbow across his shoulders.

"Doesn't matter," he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Shaggy. "You're the one doing the shooting."

There's that catch. I was wondering when it'd pop up.

Felix smirked, while Pan handed the bow to Henry. "But I don't-I don't want to shoot." Henry tried reasoning with Pan.

Pan tossed the apple to Felix, and Felix started backing away slowly, placing the apple on his head. The lost boys circled, starting to chant "shoot shoot shoot shoot."

Pan smiled at Henry. "You won't hit him." Seeing Henry's disbelieving look, he kept up the encouragement. "Trust yourself. Go on, it's exhilarating."

The lost boys kept up their chanting, to which Pan joined in quickly before cutting them all off.

I clenched my fists, seeing Henry aim the crossbow with wobbly hands. "Henry," I warned through a tense jaw, "think about what you're doing."

He glanced at me quickly, and I barely had time to register the look in his eyes before he whirled around on his heels and shot the bow at Pan. A light gasp escaped my lips, before seeing the stopped arrow in Peter's hand. He had actually caught the arrow. I looked to Henry's nervous face before glaring at Pan, who had a triumphant look on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows, before realization dawned on my face. Peter had wanted Henry to shoot at him. For some reason, that was a good sign. But whatever it was, I had to put a stop to it.

I marched up to Henry, looking him over while Pan spoke. "What did I tell you? Exhilarating." Tossing the arrow to the ground, he walked towards us, stopping to take the crossbow out of Henry's limp hands.

"Come on," he spoke to Henry, "I have something to show you."

Henry looked at me questioningly, before being dragged away by Pan.

When Pan had taken Henry to who-knows-where, I had decided to take a walk into the surrounding jungle, just to get a feel for the island. When I had returned, I saw Pan and Henry at the same log we had been sitting on before the apple incident. But this time, it looked like an argument. I saw Henry sitting on the log intently, while Pan was kneeling in front of him, gesturing wildly with his hands. I didn't catch much, only witnessing Pan giving Henry a piece of paper, and Henry throwing it down with a pissed off look on his face. All I heard when I got over there was Peter mentioning something about Henry's father, before he stood up.

I cleared my throat, wanting Pan to leave so I could talk to Henry. "Is everything all right?"

Pan turned to face me, a smile plastered on his face. I could tell that he was pissed about something though. "Everything's fine, Ari," he answered, glancing between Henry and I. "In fact, I think I'll leave you two alone for a bit. I've got business elsewhere to take care of."

He walked slowly towards me, until his mouth was inches away from my ear. "You might want to work harder at cheering him up," he whispered, his breath brushing my ear softly. "I don't allow Lost boys to be sad on my island."

Turning around, he said a quick goodbye to Henry before walking into the underbrush, my glare burning holes in his back.

When Pan disappeared, I sighed, knowing the game he was playing was childish, and that I should just give up. Turning back to Henry, I noticed that he was quiet yet again. Wanting to continue our conversation from earlier, before we had been rudely interrupted, I sat down next to him.

I cleared my throat again, trying to catch Henry's attention. He looked up, and he had that same look from earlier. I smiled softly at him before speaking. "Hey."

He offered me a tilt of the head. "Hey."

I internally groaned, knowing this was going to take some effort. "Hey?" I nudged his shoulder with mine playfully. "Hey? Is that really all I'm going to get? Honestly, I walked all the way over here, got Pan to leave you alone, and all I get is a simple 'hey'?" The beginnings of a smile played at his lips. "Man, maybe next time I should just leave you to suffer Pan and his constant bugging. Seriously it's like he's part fly or something. Am I right?" A full on smile graced his face, and I knew I was close. Gesturing wildly, I continued with my crazy speech. "Am I right? I don't know if it's just me, but all I hear when he's talking is a loud buzzing. Buzz buzz buuzzzzz."

Henry let out a short laugh, trying to cover it before giving up and letting it out. Seeing him turn red from the laughter, I couldn't help but give in to the feeling as well, until we were both rolling on the ground and holding our stomachs. I don't know what was wrong with us, whether it be because of the fact we were kidnapped, being on Neverland with an evil Peter Pan, or the situation as a whole, but we just couldn't stop laughing at such a simple joke.

Finally, after getting covered in a layer of dry dirt, we gathered the shreds of sanity we had left and sat back down on the log. Turning serious again, I twisted my body so I was facing him, and waited until he looked at me. When he did, I spoke.

"Look, Henry, I may not be an expert on the topic of family, but if there's one thing I do know, it's that your family is impossible to keep apart. No matter what happens to your family, you always end up getting back together. What's that saying you always have? You always..."

"We will always find each other." He joined in quietly. I knew that I had succeeded in cheering him up, but I wasn't finished. I grabbed his hand, covering it with both of mine. When he looked back at me, I smiled, trying to comfort him. "Hey, don't give up hope, okay? You always have hope, you can't give up now. Do it for me, okay?"

He smiled, gaining his old cheerful manner again. "Okay. But only for you. We'll keep it at that."

I frowned playfully, and he pushed my shoulder happily. "Aw you know I didn't mean that." He said. Then he took on his pleading face.

Oh no, this won't be good.

"Ariiii," he asked, drawing out my name. Great, here it comes. He wants something. And he knows it's something I won't like. "Could you sing for me?" I gave him and are-you-serious look. "Pleeeease? It'll make me happy!"

"Uugggghhhh," I snuck a glance at him from the corner of my eye. "You really aren't going to give this up, are you?"

He smirked, (not like Pans smirk, Henry's smirk actually looked cute on him) and replied. "Nope," popping the p.

"Hmph," I crossed my arms, "fine. What do you want me to sing?"

"The usual, duh!" He rolled his eyes at me jokingly. The 'usual' meant the song that I always sang to him back in Storybrooke, almost every night when he and Regina had an argument. Which wasn't as often as you'd think, more like once a week. It was a song my mother had sung to me when I was little, and I had sung to Anna when she was little. Of course, that was before we were torn apart by my powers. And then, years later, after I had left the kingdom when Anna discovered my powers, I met a lad who knew the song as well. He had determined it his song, as it described him perfectly. He disappeared a few years later, and I still have no idea where his is now. Probably dead.

I was preparing to sing, when a younger lost boy walked over. He couldn't have been older than nine years old. I could tell he was nervous, facing us, but his face showed pure curiosity. When he reached us, he spoke. "Are you going to sing a song?"

Looking him in the eye, I opened my mouth to reply when Henry beat me to it. "Yes! She's going to sing one of my favorite songs!" He leaned down to look at the earnest boy. "Do you want to listen?"

The boy nodded, his short blonde curls bouncing in time to his head bobs. I smiled and lifted him up, placing him on the log on my right, while Henry was on my left. A few seconds later, two other young lost boys joined us, sitting cross legged in front of me.

I cleared my throat anxiously, not prepared for an audience, before singing. Soon I got lost in the music.

Bees'll buzz, kids'll blow dandelion fuzz

And I'll be doing whatever snow does

In summer.

A few other boys joined us, forming a half circle in front of the log I was sitting on. I could see the two twins that I had run away from when we first arrived here sitting towards the front of the group, listening intently to my song.

A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand,

Prob'ly getting gorgeously tanned

In summer.

I looked to the back of the now substantial sized group, seeing Alec leaning casually against a tree trunk. When he noticed me looking, he sent me a smile.

I'll finally see a summer breeze blow away a winter storm,

And find out what happens to solid water when it gets warm.

I looked to Henry with a smile on my face.

And I can't, wait to see, what my buddies all think of me.

Just imagine how much cooler I'll be

In summer.

Henry joined in for the next part, like he always did.

Da da, da doo, ah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, boo

Henry and I stared each other down, always a habit of ours during this line.

The hot and the cold are both so intense,

Put 'em together, it just makes sense!

Ratdadat, dadadadoo

Winter's a good time to stay in and cuddle,

But put me in summer and I'll be a...happy snowman!

I heard laughter at that line, making me smile. Strangely, I noticed an absence of two specific boys from the group. I wondered where they were, and what they were doing. Probably plotting some evil plan again.

When life gets rough I like to hold onto my dreams,

Of relaxing in the summer sun, just letting off steam

I looked at the little boy next to me, seeing that he was entranced. In fact, most of the younger boys looked that way, while some of the older ones were chuckling at the absurdity of the meaning behind the lyrics.

Oh, the sky will be blue, and you guys'll be there too.

When I finally do what frozen things do

In summer

Innnn summer!

The group broke out in clapping and laughter, smiles all around. The little boy next to me smiled up at me before snuggling into my side. Henry was laughing and patting me on the back, content now that I had finished singing his favorite song. Looking back at the group of boys, I noticed Alec clapping as well, before he smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up.

Then, I heard something clash to the ground behind me. Alec turned his gaze over my shoulder, and automatically went stiff. I slowly shifted until my gaze landed on the shell-shocked blonde. His club lay discarded and forgotten on the ground, and his eyes were wide open, staring at me in disbelief. The scar on his face just made the whole thing comedic, although it was anything but.

It took him a few tries before he could speak, and even then he stuttered. "I-I-it can't be you. It just can't be you! Not after all this time!"

I looked at him, tilting my head in a confused manner. "What was that, Shaggy? I don't think I know you."

He backed away slowly, not taking his eyes off of me the entire time. At the edge of the brush, he paused, before sharply turning around and disappearing.

I was confused by Felix's behavior. I had no idea what I had done wrong. And the way he was acting...

It was almost as if he was...scared of me.

Thank you especially to Aileen's feather for reviewing almost every chapter! They made me laugh! And to everyone else, of course. I need 8 more reviews for the next chapter, or I promise you it won't be posted. And thanks to WolfieRed for giving me the inspiration for the ending, what with the whole song part! Next update will hopefully on Saturday.