A/N: Hi everyone, this was kind of rushed because I'm so behind on schoolwork (online classes), but I did my best to get it uploaded. I'm gonna try to upload on a regular basis, but I'm not actually sure how well that'll work if I'm honest. Anyways, enjoy!

I've decided that I enjoy the little things, like the way that a piece of meat can steam up the entire hideout with sweet aroma, or the way the sound of Peter's Pan flute caresses every inch of your mind in melodies, and how easy a spark can ignite every flame in my body with just one touch from him. I've decided that these things are much less noticeable than the bigger picture, and I've decided that I like it that way.

The echoes of voices from the Training field drifted into the atmosphere and into my ears as I sat atop a low hanging branch, watching over, but mostly contemplating whether or not to come down after the sun reached high noon and I needed to shield my eyes from it. Yet, even though the sun had a brazen effect against my pale eyes, I was not thinking that it was time for me to climb down.

The way the soft breeze caressed every leaf's vein was my motivation to stay here, a soft crinkling sound that was irreplaceable against anything other. And though Sawyer had waved me down from in front of a charred and crumbling bulls-eye, I was just not ready.

Watching was enough for me, gazing at the complex movements of a dagger that Peter made look so simple, and wondering if Wendy was gazing at him as well. His weapon clashed with Slightly's, a demure look of joy spreading across their faces at such an amiable spar. They were the two best in the group, never failing to show how eloquent they could make any one-handed weapon look against each other. And though I would never be able to fathom their handiness, as said before, watching sufficed.

A sudden whiz of air passed my ear, and I shot backwards against the trunk of the tree in surprise, turning at the last moment to watch an arrow disappear into the green mesh of foliage behind me. My head whipped back towards the field, a frown of annoyance on my face as I met Sawyer's conniving look.

"Really," I called down to him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Was that honestly necessary?"

He flung his bow and quiver over to rest against his arm, and a furtive smirk crossed his features as he stared up at me, "Who said it wasn't an accident?"

"Bugger off," I snapped back as I scooted forward on the branch, swinging an indolent leg over the side to relax once again. "I'm not coming down there, okay?"

"Please," He immediately pleaded, poking out his bottom lip in a frown, "I've got no one to train with! We're the only two who're actually good at archery."

My lips upturned at his conspicuous compliment he'd embedded in his plea, and I raised my eyebrows teasingly, "Oh- but I just trained Wendy not too long ago, Sawyer. She's a real charm at it, you should have fun training with her!"

And I noticed from the farthest corner of my eye Wendy turning her head, a look of curiosity passing through her features as she tuned into our conversation for only a moment.

"Stop it," He hissed, walking closer to the trunk of the tree I sat atop. "Can you just come down please?"

I shook my head, a stern look across my face as he approached the trunk. My gaze shifted downward to his figure, "No, Sawyer, I really don't want to. It's relaxing up here."

"Well," He sighed, strapping his quiver to his back, "Let me come relax with you."

I groaned, enjoying the privacy I'd been receiving and the smell of pine needles that'd been drifting pass me as I sat alone, "Come on, why can't you just leave me alone for now? I've trained, I'm fine, and I would like to sit up here by myself."

Sawyer's soft colored hair glimmered in the rays of sunlight that hit it, making it look a fiery auburn compared to the green of the grass that scraped lightly against his shins over his khaki pants. He met my eyes again through the leaves of the tree, a frown stretching across his mouth, "Fine, but come down soon, okay? Peter might get pissed when he sees you just sitting here and not doing a thing."

I shrugged, watching as he turned on his heel to leave for his target once again. And though Peter had authority over us all, I was not accustomed to falling to his every command. I was not a puppet, and out of all of us, I was the least likely to listen when it came down to rules. I preferred to be alone lately, and it must've become quite noticeable compared to how amiable I was once was with the lot. And perhaps Peter knew that I just wasn't the typical Lost Boy, I was intrepid in cases where I needed to be, and he was not always the despot when it came down to it.

And as he trained, muscles straining within his arms, and a dagger sweeping skillfully towards any challenger, he barely caught my eye. Only for a mere second did my stomach light up, and I decided that it was not healthy to feel this way about such a good friend. And it was most definitely not healthy to let feelings of worry and stress about Neverland grab hold of every one of my senses. I would not succumb to the negative forces that I felt, to the jealousy that must've looked much like Tink's, or to Naira, who caused confusion throughout every soul who wondered about her.

Besides, after Peter and I's talk last night, he'd assured me that there was nothing he couldn't handle, and that the fact that it was Naira's map was not necessarily a problem. And even if he wanted to appease my senses because he sensed my worry, he did do a great job.

After a few more minutes, I decided to climb carefully down the tree, placing my boots on the low branches below my own until I reached the ground. Turning, I walked towards a target near Sawyer, only giving him a meager smile before unstrapping my quiver of arrows and bow. The target was engraved into the tree, red paint from Never Flowers that rounded into a large circle and then into a smaller one inside that signified the middle. His satisfaction that I'd finally come down from the tree was enough to irk me, the smug grin on his face urging me to steady the arrow I'd placed against the firm string of the bow, and I released it with ease. It smacked the middle of the bulls-eye with a thud.

I placed another arrow against the bow, slowly moving into the repetitive motion of loading and releasing before I spoke to Sawyer, "So," I said as I released another feather tipped arrow into the air, "I suppose you know about the situation with Naira."

"Sort of," He replied, letting his arrow hang in his hand as he spoke, "Mostly just that she's been lying to everyone, and I hear Peter's pissed."

I raised my eyebrows, watching him from the corner of my eye. "Oh yeah? From who?"

"Slightly," He said. "Apparently besides you, Peter's been talking to him about it because he's trying to figure all of this out."

I cleared my throat, adjusting my position and replied, "Did he say anything else?"

Sawyer placed his arrow against his bow and released it, waiting as it soared through the air and onto the outer ring of the center, "No."

I shrugged in response, moving into the common rhythm of timing my arrows against my own breaths, breathing in and breathing out until my fingers twitched in anticipation for me to release it. And even though the air escaping my lips was the most prominent noise against all, the loud clangs and chatter of daggers and Lost Boys was background noise, ambiance against an amiable day.

Though it was only minutes until a screech sounded, and we all shot around to face the center of the Training field.

Peter crouched over Wendy, his hand placed against her forearm as he spoke to her in a soft tone. Her face was contorted into pain, and a cowering Slip stood next to Grip as he huddled beside him. With a groan, I moved towards their crouched figures, stepping over the tall grass clumsily. Sawyer trailed beside me, and as we approached Peter and Wendy, I could vaguely hear him speaking words of comfort.

"…he didn't mean it," Peter said to her, a stern tone accumulating as a small amount of blood dripped through his fingers as he held her arm. "He's just an idiot."

Slip fumbled with the tip of his dagger in fear, watching Peter closely to see if there were any intention of pouncing on him, "Sorry, Wendy, you was just so close to me and I didn't see ya' behind me."

Wendy groaned, her brown curls sprawling out like a fan against the ground, "It's quite alright, Slip, I'm just in a bit of pain."

"In a bit?" Peter scoffed, snapping his head towards Slip. "You cut her damn arm, and I expect you to fix this, Slip."

Sawyer and I exchanged knowing looks before I stared back down at both Wendy and Peter, who looked quite distressed compared to moments earlier. It was one thing to imagine the two so close, but another to fight off the annoyance that I typically felt whenever I was around the pair.

"I'm sorry, Peter!" Slip exclaimed, rushing to crouch beside him and plead for forgiveness form the both of them.

"Please don't worry," said Wendy, reaching out to pat his hair. "It's fine, we can just get this cleaned up."

She sat up, brushing off Peter's hand with a soft smile, and stood with balance that looked quite shaky. Her hair had tufts of grass poking out of it as it tangled into her cascade of curls, and her dress was slightly shredded where she held her hand over her injury. She gave everyone a modest look and turned to Slip, "Would you mind taking me to go get this cleaned up?"

Slip shook his head, "Of course not, come on, Wendy Lady!"

He grabbed her nimble hands and took off in the direction of the trail back to Home Tree, only giving Peter a smile before disappearing into the tree line with her.

I turned my head back to Peter, who had a look of annoyance stretching across his sharp features. And though everyone looked a little disturbed from his detest, I found it rather amusing that such a scene was caused by Slip.

It was silent in the group, a salient awkwardness striking us, and I let out a snort, one that caused heads to turn in my direction.

Peter raised his eyebrows at me, and even his gaze managed to make me flip internally, "Something funny?"

I smirked, nodding casually, "Yes."

He narrowed his eyes on me, "Training dismissed," He said, and waited as the others scurried to gather their weapons and leave. Though we maintained an even eye contact, looks that confused me just as much as him passing through both of our expressions, and never once faltering until they disappeared into the tree line as well.

"Listen," He said, stepping closer to me, "I know you don't really like Wendy all that much, but I find her quite amusing, so if you could keep your snide-"

"Peter," I snorted again. "It's not that I don't like Wendy- I just don't give a damn about her."

His gaze was steady, and he tightened his lips in an unsure way until he gave me a curt nod. "Well," he said, rocking on his heel as his look changed into a casual one. "We need to get Naira tonight."

"Woah- what?" I asked and backed up a few steps, worry crawling through my limbs. "Why? Did something happen?"

He stepped forward again, "No, but we just need to get her to see what's really going on, and I need you to come."

I shook my head, desperation in my tone, "Please Peter, do we really need to do this tonight? I mean- can't we just wait and see how it plays out?" I crossed my arms over my chest as he neared me.

Peter placed both hands on my arms as he stepped into my space, a pitying frown appearing, "No, sorry, but we can't. Plus it's nothing we can't handle. It's not like Tiger Lily wouldn't be thrilled for us to get her off her hands."

I sighed, so unsure about the entire scenario that even when it played out in my head I shivered, and I thought of every single thing that could go wrong, but just because that's what I do. And though I preferred to enjoy the smaller things, this was rather large on my scale, and how would we ever be able to pull off something like kidnapping Naira?