Okay, so before you guys decide to hunt me down and murder me, let me explain! I had this chapter all ready on Friday, but then I had one of my friends read it and she said that it was crap, so I scrapped it and started all over. That took me all of Saturday to do, so there's one excuse. The second one is that I was planning on posting it on Sunday, but I went on a surprise trip to the hair salon to get my hair colored again, and that somehow ended up being over five hours long. Literally I was sitting in the waiting area for an hour because the woman's hair before me 'wouldn't lift', whatever that means. Then it took like two and a half hours for my hair to get done, then I had to sit under the dryer thing for half an hour. But, at least I got a free haircut and treatment for all the waiting. So yeah, excuses over, you can kill me now. But, even so, I'm impressed! I got 10 reviews in less than a day, and each time I got them I just got happier and I wrote faster, so congrats. Here's the long awaited chapter, with some Ari and Pan thrown in! Enjoy!

Third person Pov:

The sky was a bright blue, with only a few fluffy white clouds to be seen. There was a giant grass-covered hill behind the castle, where the villagers could always see the two little kids playing around, having the time of their lives.

"Hey, wait up!" The boy yelled, chasing the white haired girl down the hill.

"Come on!" The girl yelled to the boy behind her. "You're a slowpoke, you know that?"

Laughing, the boy caught up to the girl and tackled her, dragging them both to the ground. Rolling down the hill, they came to a stop, both of them on their stomachs. The boy looked at the girl, smiling, before they both looked up at the clouds.

Taking the girl's hand, the blonde haired boy looked at her and spoke. "We'll always be friends forever, right?"

The girl smiled softly at the sky, before looking to the boy beside her. "Yes. Friends forever. And we'll never forget each other."

The two lay in silence, looking at the clouds. If they tilted their heads just right, they could almost see the forms of snowmen taking shape, floating high up in the sky.

Felix stumbled through the jungle, dodging the sweeping branches instinctively. Not once did he look back, intent on only getting away before his walls crumbled down. Hopefully his leader wasn't around to witness his unnecessary breakdown. Taking a sharp left, he headed towards one of the Lost Boy's secret hideouts, known only to a few of the oldest lost boys on Neverland.

Upon arriving at the small cave, Felix brushed back the stubby bushes concealing the entrance and stepped inside, letting the darkness surround him. Turning to the wall, he fumbled around until he found the stash of torches and grass, lighting it and setting the torch on a holder bolted to the cave wall.

When the torch was set, he turned to the back of the cave, only to jump in slight surprise at the figure leaning against the back wall.

The figure chuckled, crossing his arms and stepping away from the wall. Walking towards the blonde lost boy, he spoke. "Why so fidgety, Felix? And what's the rush? Don't want to listen to the new Lost girl sing her songs?"

Felix sighed, knowing that what was coming wasn't good. "Hello, Pan. I thought you had some business to attend to?"

Peter laughed, before stepping into the light provided by the single torch on the wall. "Yes, I had some...issues, to fix. But I'm here now. And I believe I asked you a question. Why are you running?"

"I don't believe I understand your question, Peter. Lost boys don't run." This was one answer Felix didn't want to provide Pan, no matter the consequence.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, a frown taking over his face. Slowly, he took a few steps until he was a foot away from his second-in-command.

"What are you hiding, Felix? What do you know about Aralynn that you find unnecessary to tell me?" Pan leaned closer to Felix, sensing the lost boy's growing discomfort at being interrogated. "Because," he whispered dangerously, "out of all the lost boys on my island, you know best of all what happens when someone tries to keep something from me. Especially if it involves something important."

"It-its nothing, Pan," Felix spoke quickly, trying to placate his leader before Peter decided to do something rash to him. Of course Felix knew first hand what happened to a lost boy when he disobeyed Peter's direct orders. He'd stood witness to it tons of times. And keeping a secret from their leader was one of the worst crimes of all on Neverland.

But this secret, if Felix was correct about his suspicions, was too personal to share. Too dangerous. If Pan found out, it would surely destroy the girl, and the boy as well. Therefore it was necessary to withhold this information until it could be put to better use.

Again, Peter furrowed his eyebrows. he knew that Felix knew something about the newest guests on his island, and he was intent on figuring it out. "Are you sure, Felix?" He raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "Because it seems to me that you are having a hard time looking me in the eye. You're keeping something from me, and I intend to find out what it is. I'm giving you one last chance. What do you know about the girl, that has you running your tail to this hideout?"

Felix growled. It was one thing to be interrogated so closely by one he called a friend, but another altogether to be called a coward by his leader. "Dammit, Pan, it's nothing. I told you that already! I know the consequences of an action against you, what makes you think I would directly disobey you?"

Pan's face quickly morphed into one of anger, before slamming Felix against the wall, hard enough to hear the crack of Felix's skull against rock. His elbow pressed into the blonde's chest, and a knife quickly placed itself against Felix's neck.

"If you're so confident on the consequences of your actions," Pan hissed into Felix's face, "why do you raise your voice against me?"

Quickly, Felix stammered out an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Peter. I wasn't-I wasn't thinking. The girl just surprised me, is all."

Putting more pressure on the knife pressed against Felix's neck, Peter questioned him further. "What about this girl has you, one of my toughest lost boys, nervous?"

Felix let out a weak cough, his airways being compressed by the sharp knife against his throat. "She just…" He faltered, trying to think of a believable excuse for his exotic behavior. "She just reminds me of someone I used to know. Back in the Enchanted Forest. My memory is hazy; that's all I can remember."

Satisfied, Peter dropped his arms, his knife disappearing in a concealed pocket of his shirt. Turning his back to the blonde, he walked towards the exit of the cave. "Is that all, Felix?"

Felix, still catching his breath, let out a short reply. "Yes. Trust me, Peter, the girl is of no importance to you at the moment."

"Good."

Stepping outside the cave, Pan paused, holding back the bush covering the entrance. He turned back once again to his faithful lost boy, speaking one last time before leaving to find the girl.

"And Felix?" Hearing a short hmph from inside the cave, he continued, his voice dangerous. "If you are keeping valuable information from me, I will find out." He let go of the bush, blocking Felix's view of his leader.

"And when I do... There will be hell to pay."

Felix waited until he was sure that Pan was gone, then stepped outside into the sun. If Felix was right, and he most certainly was with this matter, he couldn't let Pan harm Aralynn. Otherwise Pan would surely be the one to pay.

If Aralynn was still anything like the girl he used to know, then Neverland was in for a whole lot of trouble.

Felix sighed, looking up into the sun pocketed trees. "Girl," he spoke, "what are we going to do with you?"

After Felix's dramatic exit, I decided to try and follow him, just so that maybe I could ask him what was going on in that thick skull of his. What did he mean, after all this time? If he was suggesting that I knew him from back in a past life, he was mistaken. I've never seen him before in my life, until he tried to take Henry and I from Tamara and Greg when we first got here.

Sadly, I never got to ask those questions, as Felix was FAST. I lost him after the first few twists and turns. His cloak blended in so well with the trees that if I did see him, his movements could've easily been mistaken for a branch that was moving in the wind.

Five minutes later, I found myself horribly lost, unable to even tell which way was north. I kept walking until I stumbled into a small clearing, the sunlight filtering down through the trees the only light in the area. I looked around, trying to gather my bearings, before giving up.

I was hopelessly, completely, lost. Hopefully one of the lost boys would find me soon, otherwise I'd be left to fend for myself, in a jungle I knew nothing about.

I sighed, before walking into the middle of the clearing. I was about to sit down when I heard a voice.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Pan chuckled. "Is our little Lost Girl lost in the big bad jungle?" I whirled to the left, where I thought his voice was. But nobody was there.

"Whoops, not over there love." His voice came from above me. I craned my head up, trying to see him with the sunlight shining in my eyes.

"Too slow, girl. Not there anymore." This time he was to my right, but still in the branches.

"Stop playing games, Pan! Get your ass down from there!"

"And why would I want to do that?" I locked in on his position, walking over to the tree I presumed he was in.

"Because," I spoke, "I said so."

I was a yard or two from the suspected tree, when I heard laughing from behind me. Spinning sharply, I turned to see Pan standing in the shadows across the clearing.

Stepping into one of the pockets of light, he crossed his arms across his chest. I could see the muscle definition from where I stood, which was about ten feet. Raising one of his eyebrows in amusement, he spoke. "Because you said so, huh? And why should I listen to you? It's not like you're my mother or anything."

I rolled my eyes at his childish behaviors. "You know, for someone who is so good at doling out sarcastic one liners, you're not very good at detecting them."

He looked me over and took a step closer to where I was standing, before replying. "Oh, I know you were trying to be sarcastic," another step closer, "but I'm just curious as to why you believe you could get away with bossing me around like that."

I bit back a smart remark, before simply saying: "it worked, didn't it?"

He raised his eyebrows again, and walked up to me slowly, like a predator. When he was a few feet away from me, I started backing up slowly, trying to keep space between us.

With a sudden stop, he spoke. "Why yes, it did, didn't it. But, the question is, why would you want me to come down?" He started walking again. "It seems to me, from the way you're trying to back away slowly, that you don't want to be anywhere near me right now. Why would you prefer me to be on the ground, where you are, instead of up in the trees?"

Still backing up slowly, I furrowed my eyebrows, my face turning suspicious. "I don't know what you are implying, Pan. I was just tired of playing hide and seek."

He kept walking towards me, before suddenly my back hit the rough bark of the tree behind me. Before I could get away, Pan placed his hands on both sides of my head, leaning his face in towards me. His broad shoulders blocked what little sunlight there was, so the front half of his body was shrouded in shadows.

His face was inches from mine; his lips slightly parted. I could feel his breath on my face, soft puffs that brushed my face with warmth. I couldn't pull my gaze from his mouth. I started leaning in, unable to stop myself. The harder I tried to pull back, the more my body urged me to get closer to him.

We were an inch apart, about to touch, when a small chuckle escaped his lips. My mind cleared, and whatever trance he had over me broke. I immediately snapped my head back before I could get any closer. My eyes widened as I yelled at him. "What the hell was that?!"

He fully laughed this time, that smirk on his face yet again. He lifted his head up, but kept his hands on the tree, so I was still stuck. "See? I'm right." He sighed in mock disappointment, his lips set in a small pout. "Not a surprise, as I'm always right, but I guess I was hoping you'd be a little more...unpredictable, than everyone else."

I shook my head at him, not understanding him in the least. "What are you talking about?"

He leaned back slightly, raking his eyes up and down my body. Looking at my mouth, he spoke. "Everyone wants something, Aralynn." He brought his eyes up to meet mine, cerulean blue battling against ever-changing shades of blue-green. "Even the most hardened souls want the same thing everyone else wants, they just hide it well."

He dropped his hands from my head and stepped back. He tilted his head to the side, looking at me contemplatively. "I just need to find a way to break that wall."

I crossed my arms, not backing down to his hard gaze. "Hold up," I cut in, putting one hand up. "Are you seriously saying that I am a... What did you call it... 'Hardened soul'? I am not a hardened soul! I have a perfectly fine soul, thank you very much Mr. High and Mighty."

Pan shook his head at me, smirking at what I just said. "Your inclination to disagree with what everyone says about you will be your downfall.

I narrowed my eyes. "What is that supposed to mean, Pan?"

He turned away from me, walking a few steps away before whirling back around to face me. A coy smile graced his face as he spoke, a dangerous tone in his voice. "Let's play a game."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I said, convinced I didn't hear that twist of events.

"A game! Whoever wins gets the thing they want most. I want answers, and I know you want to get off this island as soon as possible. So let's put a wager on it."

"Hold the metaphorical phone. I am not playing any games! And I sure as hell am not putting wagers on anything!"

Pan laughed. "Of course you are, love. If you don't play, you forfeit. And if you forfeit, you lose." His face turned dark. "And you don't want to know what happens if you lose."

My jaw dropped on it's own accord. I couldn't believe he had just ordered me to do something. I snapped. "I am not doing anything you ask of me to do! You are not my father! I don't have to do a thing you say! I know what kind of game you plan on playing, and let me just say, I am not a prize to be won!"

Pan snarled, a murderous glint in his eyes. "How are you so stupid? I've given you more chances and warnings than any of my lost boys, and yet you still defy me!" Striding to where I stood, he grabbed my shoulders harshly and glared down at me. "You will play, love, or you will die. There is no other option."

I glared at him, challenging him to the best of my abilities. If this is what will get Henry off of this God-forsaken island, then I will play. "Game on."

That infuriating smirk overcame his dark look once again, and he let out a short laugh. Shaking his head, he let go of my shoulders, pushing me away slightly. "You are very obstinate, I will give you that. And I like that. You better keep that through this game."

He turned away from me, and started walking towards the trees surrounding the clearing.

"Wait," I called out, pissed off now. "Where are you going?"

He kept walking, although the way he slowed down let me know that he had heard me. "I have other matters to attend to at the moment. You are not the center of my attention, as you might so be led to believe."

"I never said I wanted to be your-"

I never finished, for he had left. Not in the means of walking. No, he just poofed out like Cosmo and Wanda on that one tv show I used to watch with Henry.

Why? Out of all the idiots in all the realms, I'm stuck on an island controlled by the worst of them all. With no help, no resources, and no plan. All I have to go on is this 'game' that I am now apparently playing with Pan. Why me?

"UUUUUUGGGHH I HATE THIS!"

I turned to a random tree and started kicking it as hard as I could. That is, until I hurt myself.

"OW! Damn Pan and his stupid forest and his stupid invincible trees!" In my blind rage, I threw my hand out, and the tree was covered with an inch of ice in less than three seconds.

When I realized what I had done, I freaked out.

"Crap!" I put my hand on the trunk frantically, calling back my power from the bark to melt the ice. A few seconds later and the victimized tree was back to normal.

"God damn it, why now? Damn you, you stupid little son of a-"

"Well," a voice said with a hint of laughter in his voice, "someone seems a bit upset."

So I made this one waaay longer, hopefully to satisfy your hunger lol. And to try and make up for my postponed absence. I swear to God the next chapter will be up on Thursday, but only if I get 9 reviews! Good luck!