A/N: I've combined the previous chapter 6 with what was going to be chapter 7 because they work better together than alone and both were pretty short on their own. Also, the previous author note will be at the bottom along with the new one. :)


The somber air in the clearing didn't last long and by the time Rose Red had popped up back there the girls were back to their mindless giggling. All it had taken was a wave of her pale hand and a flurry of powder to swirl around them to get them up and essentially forget about the girl who was dead. It's not like any of them actually cared about her. They really didn't, just as they hadn't cared about Rose Red when she was so frail, now with the powers she held they didn't realize just how much she could twist and bend them until they just snapped. Sure, maybe in her heart there was a fleck of guilt knowing away at her, but she didn't have time to focus on that. Not when she was planning her game and moving her pawns. However, she didn't have time to do that, not with the unwanted presence that had just moved to her island. With a smirk dancing on her lips, she turned on the tips of her bare feet and sauntered back to her tree house, its smooth bark steps forming under her feet.

She couldn't see him right away, he must have still been flying she mused. The smirk deepened on her face and the dark glint formed in her eyes. She, as slowly as ever, strolled over to the bars on her window and waited for him to appear. Just to add on to the mood she was in, she creased her eyebrows and watched as a flurry of wind picked up away from her tree house and narrowed her eyes at the clouds of powder that arose from the sudden wind. It was even better than she planned, the powders swirled into a dull and thick almost shield like substance.

'Let that be a lesson' she thought to herself with borderline sick amusement.

Somewhere deep down in her she knew that he was right and so was the shadow, as much as it pained her to admit to herself let alone out loud and to the people themselves- if the shadow was considered a person at all. That darkness deep inside Rose Red was spreading; she could feel its slowly growing presence loom a bit more over her with the moments that passed. It was coiling inside and waiting to be freed and with one last straw to be snapped, she even knew that it would be released. It wasn't a thought that she relished in, but if it was necessary then she wasn't going to be it away. Though, that didn't mean she was going to let it control everything, she was the one in charge. A complex that had developed from the long and cold, quiet literal and emotionally, ten years she had spent at the orphanage in her little pathetic village. Rose Red had to keep a laugh in at the thought, imagine if they all could see her know.

She heaved a sigh and moved away from the window, she didn't have time to wait for him. She had things to do and people to plan their demise for. It was easier to say than act on those thoughts. She knew, however, that it won't take long for these plans and ideas to fall into place though, as long as she wouldn't get as side tracked as she had been lately. She didn't need Thea and her thoughts, which she knew were correct seeing as the blonde always had good intuition, and then there was Peter Pan and her shadow, the two her where scheming behind her back , the former managing to get under her nerves and take up her thoughts and time more than she would like to admit. Which she wouldn't.

While she continued her waiting, she settled for running her comb, something that was made from wood, through her curly hair-though it did nothing to completely tame the spirals. However, it managed to occupy her time and thoughts, even soothe her a bit into a calmer attitude to rationally think of the perfect moment to execute her preparation.

"Hello, Rose."

There it was, the painfully all too familiar voice that belong to none other than Neverlands' own leader: Peter Pan.

Rose Red's shoulders twitched from surprise and her cheeks flooded red with an anger than was brewing strong. She tightened her grip on the wooden comb in her hands and tensely pried it from her hair and sat it on top of a wooden shelf with a sharp clamor, giving it the brunt of her anger and the rage she could unleash.

Which is what Peter Pan was waiting for, he wanted to test her and push her and bend her till she snapped and her plans came crumbling down. He watched the curly haired sight before him, with the overly exaggerated and tense movements, the reddening cheeks and neck, and the fist that had yet the open. It was amusing to him, to see how one so frail looking could become so deadly, as if when compared to him, in a second and a few taunting words. Though, it didn't take long to set her off, something he noticed quickly from the moment he had came to investigate this excuse for an island. Though it wasn't much of an island, and he had to admit he did use it to an advantage at tuning into who she was. He observed as she stood up, stiffly and overly carefully, and he had to admit he was preparing for her to at any moment try to pierce him with the comb, which almost made him laugh at the thought of some girl thinking she could lay a hand on him.

"Don't call me Rosie."

There it was, the gritted out words and shaking frame as she slowly turned to him, the blue eyes almost dancing with fury, pure raw anger. And it amused him to no end.

"Why not, only seems fair since you call me Peter." He retorted, smiling inwardly at the burning color her cheeks kept glowing as she looked ready to scream.

"Well than Peter Pan, you should know something." She started, speaking overly calmly for someone with the intense look of hatred in her eyes and body movement, "No. One. Calls. Me. Rosie."

"Looks like I just did flower." He pointed out.

And there it was, he got to watch her go from angry to shattered in one move. He knew how low it was, stooping to childhood names her mother called her, but it was worth it. Someone needed to remind her who was here first. She narrowed her eyes; still it didn't stop the shine of sadness they had taken. He knew she would be questioning where he had gotten the information on the little pet name, which made it easier for her to realize her own shadow had been speaking to him again. Well, that was what he had told her. Her shadow was just very open to other shadows, namely his own.

"Why are you even here?" She demanded to know.

"Can't I just"

"No. No you can't." She cut him off, moving to sit on the edge of her bed. "I want to know why you are here."

"Well-"

He began to speak, something sarcastic no doubt, but cut himself off as he tuned back into his island. He could feel a shudder run through him as another presence entered the island. Knowing fully well who it could be, he smirked wildly before turning to Rose Red.

"Looks like we can have this conversation later."

He left her with her mouth open wide and her anger yells echoing after him as he flew over the island. She tried her best to knock him out of the sky, powder in his face, wind slapping his skin, and even rain drops pelting at him, but none of it worked. He narrowed his eyes as he flew over the pathetic flowers and streams, almost giving his thanks once he had flown back into his own island. He turned around, finally being on the ground, and let the smirk fall onto his face as he saw the presence that had made him leave the island.

"Well, can't say I didn't see this coming."


"What have you done to her!" Thea spat, crossing her arms over her wet and dragging nightgown.

Peter Pan merely smirked at the accusation. "What makes you so sure I've done something to Rose Red?" His false innocent tone only added to her anger, her cheeks flushing ore from the anger than cold.

"Because Anastasia is not evil, she's, was, as timid as the gray mice that sheltered in our orphanage."

"Is it so hard to believe that she's doing this of her own free will?" He tossed out there, crossing his arms and staring at the surprisingly taller girl.

"Yes. Yes it is." She gritted out, "What dark magic have you used against her. Really, it all makes sense now."

Peter Pan laughed darkly, it was pathetic to see someone so naïve. "You have no clue what you are talking about girl."

"Yes I- hey! Let go off me!"She shrieked out, feeling hands grasp her arms and neck, pulling her back and binding her.

"Boys, you know what to do." He tuned to the thrashing girl, with fake sympathy, "I'm truly sorry, but I couldn't have you spreading these lies, it only hinders the plan."

She shook her head, momentarily loosing the dirty hands over her mouth, "She will find out!"

He rolled his eyes at her promise, "You should know, girl, I'm off to see her now."

"Anastasia!" She shrieked out loud, before the hands roughly pulled her into the shadows of the island.

o.o.o

Her body was still shaking with anger, the comb grasped in her hand, digging into her palm. She wildly shook the hair out of her face, tossing the flower band off her head. Her blue eyes remained trained down onto the floor and her feet, some pink magic dusting on the hem of her dress. She could smell the flowers that covered her island, her Foreverland, she let herself let out a quiet snort at the thoughts of telling Peter- she could picture his glare now. She sighed, still holding onto the comb, moving to grab the flower band, only to turn her head to see it held in someone's hands.

"Oh great it's you." She muttered sarcastically, moving her feet forward to grab the band back.

"Ah, ah, ah I think I'll hold onto this." He tsked, holding it up above his head.

She glared into his green-blue eyes, wanting nothing more than to push him out the window.

"Give. Me. The. Flowers." She ground out, taking a step forward.

"Hmm," He pretended to think, holding the flower crown up higher. "No."

She huffed out, cheeks red and fists clenched. She threw her body forward to forcefully take the flower band back. One hand pressed into his shoulder while the other stretched upwards. Bear heard her shout out as she did it, moving his little paws as fast as he could to her. The little animal rammed into the pair-thinking it would separate them however it had the opposite effect. Both spirits rammed into each other, knocking the wind out of Peter Pan as her elbow fell painfully in his stomach as they landed on the ground. The force of hitting the floor threw Rose Red forward, her face falling into his.

It was nothing like what she used to see in her old village, the girls and boys kissing sweetly. Her teeth knocked into his and their lips smashed rather ungracefully together. It only lasted a second before Rose Red pushed him away and gazed at him with a blue glare. Without any hesitation she threw the comb that was digging into her skin at his face, which was glaring at her with a mixture of hatred and revulsion. The comb thudded as it hit his forehead causing him to glare even more as she huffed again.

Both had clenched jaws and the atmosphere grew tenser at a rapid speed. They didn't pay attention to Bear who was whining at the pain in his nose in the back ground-neither willing to back down from their glare off.

"Agree to never speak of this again?" She curtly asked Peter.

"Without any hesitation." Came the equally curt reply.

He raised an eyebrow as he took in her still red face, chuckling when he realized why. "Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me." He mockingly asked her.

"Please the only feeling you give me is immense annoyance." She told him, standing up from the ground.

He went to speak, no doubt something spiteful in return, when both their heads turned slowly at the sound of footsteps moving up the wooden stairs.

A red faced and tear drowned Milania stood in the doorway, panting and with frizzy orange hair. A sob shook through her body and she sunk down into the dark wooden floor of the tree. Rose Red dropped her angry look and pulled up a concerned façade, which was slightly real at the younger girls' breakdown. Rose Red looked as if she glided like fog across the floor; she reached out and placed a hand on the crying girls shoulder, making the brown and bloodshot eyes flash to her own blue ones.

"What's wrong Milania?" She asked softly, kneeling.

"Oh," She hiccupped out, "It's-hic- awful-hic- T-Thea-sniffle- is missing."


Original A/N for Chpt 6:

A/N: I'm so, so, so sorry it's insanely short and really late. I promise that my updates will be quicker and chapters longer, also this is more of a filler and setting up for the next chapter, which may or may not start setting off for the Rose Pan relationship, ahhhh I love ship names and will probably call them everything under the sun that makes sense because I am horrible at choosing things. Does anyone have a guess as to who is on Peter's island? I'm hoping it throws you a curveball, or however that term goes. ^~^

orcafan1: Thank you! Sorry this chapter is late, but I promise the updates will be quicker. :)

BettyBoopFan123: Your reviews are absolutely amazing! Yeah, I'm thinking of using every moment I can to work on this story, in the evenings and weekends because I just feel really bad when I don't have a new chapter out as fast as humanly possible. I can't wait to write their relationship, it's going to be insanely fun. :D I can't wait to do the love/hate relationship that they're going to have, more than likely she's going to express the urge to throw him out her window. Omg, I can picture him saying that and her just throwing the powder in his face before rubbing in the fact that she has an island that's not going anywhere, hmm maybe I could use this before they start the relationship. Funny, I'm now off to continue the Disney story! :P

Don't forget to review, I love you all and hope you enjoy the story and what is to come!


New A/N:

BettyBoopFan123: Honestly I am better when I rush my writing, but I have to admit I'm very lazy when it comes to updating. Thank you for the review! :)

luvduv123: I really hope I'm writing out their relationship, as it is now officially progressing, right-I'm really awkward when it comes to this. I am going to be making her OUaT story in the big book and continue on with how she is seen in the real world. Aww thanks! It sounds really bad but hearing I'm a great writer really makes me feel better about the stuff I'm posting. :D


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