A/N: Well, would you look at this? An update the day after the last one! I'm so proud of myself! And I was planning on doing coursework today. Oh well. I blame you guys - in a good way. It was your reviews that gave me the urge to write this chapter so quickly. Ooh, and would you look at that? It's Peter Pan! I've written responses to reviews at the bottom, so if you wrote anything in the last few hours, go ahead and read them. But first, read the latest instalment in the life of Abigail Jones. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

The camp had moved since last time Abigail was there. They seemed to be walking forever before Felix finally lifted the sack from her head.

"Welcome home."

The camp consisted of a few poorly built shelters, logs thrown around for seating, and a great fire in the centre. Its flames licked greedily at the night, as if to torment Abigail. The smell of smoke stung her nose, but it was a familiar smell and she couldn't help but enjoy it. Even if she hated Neverland and its inhabitants, the one good thing about it was the sense of familiarity. The smell of smoky fire had always been a comfort to her during dark, lonely nights in the camp.

Someone cut the ropes around her wrists, which she rubbed subconsciously while looking around.

"So, what? You're just going to trust me not to run off the moment you turn your back?"

"Yes," Felix shifted the spiked mace on his shoulder, "Because you know better than anyone that Pan'll find you wherever you try to hide."

"Maybe I won't hide; maybe I'll just keep running."

"You'll get tired eventually," he cocked his head to the side, "And you were never a particularly fast runner, were you?"

With a huff, she sat on one of the logs, resting her chin in her hands. The Lost Ones had begun to wander around the camp, going about their own things, messing around with swords and knives like they were nothing but harmless toys. Felix sat next to her. She shuffled away. He watched her with an amused smile.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Abigail."

She raised a disbelieving eyebrow, "No, you're just going to kidnap me, hold me against my will, and make me watch while you hurt my friends."

"I told you – we're not going to hurt Henry."

"I'm not talking about Henry," she looked him dead in the eye, "You think I don't know that my dad's coming for me? You think I don't realise that the moment he and Henry's mum set foot on Neverland, Pan's going to cut them down like dead wood?"

He was still smiling, "You haven't changed, have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He ignored her, changing the subject, "Let me see your arm."

Instinctively, she brought it to her chest, away from him. He was adamant, reaching out gently, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Reluctantly, she let him take her wrist and lift the sleeve of her jumper to see the damage that Tamara had done. Five small half-moon shaped cuts decorated the lightly tanned skin there, all of them gleaming with scarlet blood, smudged where the sleeve had nipped at them. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth. Now that the adrenaline was gone and the air was free to pinch at them, their pain really hit her for the first time.

"Pan'll fix them," he told her, "I'll just bandage them for now."

"What makes you think Pan will want to help me? He'll probably just carve in some more."

He didn't answer. Instead, he reached to a nearby bush and plucked off one of their long leaves. It was Folicur, a type of Neverland plant with healing properties. Of course, it didn't have the power to completely heal something; it just took away the chances of wounds getting infected. Felix began wrapping the leaf around her arm where the cuts were. She felt a slight tingle which faded away after a few seconds, along with most of the pain.

"There," his smile became gentle, "No reason to remove any limbs today."

She looked away, frowning. There was something that was bothering her. The last time she saw Felix all those years ago, they had had a fight which ended in her slashing him across the face with Pan's own sword. And obviously, the effects of that fight were still very visible. So why was he being so nice to her? He was acting as if he almost cared.

He was probably only acting under Pan's orders. Pan would want her at full health before he cut into her himself. He likely just wanted a blank canvas so that he could see the effects of his own handiwork, rather than anyone else's.

Felix stood up, swinging the mace over his shoulder, "Well, see you around, princess."

And with that, he left her alone again. Slowly, the other Lost Boys began to filter out of the camp after him. And she was completely by herself in a place that she didn't want to be.

She thought about what Felix had said. Pan'll find you wherever you try to hide. You'll get tired eventually. For a minute, she considered just giving up and staying there, where they wanted her, giving in to their orders. But then she felt sick at herself for even thinking about it. That wasn't who she was. She was a survivor. And right then, her greatest chance at survival was to get as far away from the camp as she could. She had survived before; she could do it again.

So without any more deliberation, she leapt to her feet and took off into the forest.

She was breathing heavily, her lungs ached, her heart was pounding, her skin felt sticky. Branches seemed to be reaching out to grab her, grazing her skin, tugging her hair, tearing holes into her clothes. She tripped. She got back up. She ran. Her legs were screaming at her, but she didn't care. She just needed to get away. Maybe she could find some lovely, snug caves to rest in. Or perhaps she would stumble across the ocean and swim to safety. She could call the mermaids for help. Or she might bump into her dad, and she would be safe for good.

But before long, she just couldn't run anymore. Her legs were giving out beneath her. She stumbled to a halt, falling against the trunk of a tree. Her hair stuck to the sweat on her face as she sucked deep, painful breaths of air into her lungs. The world was spinning. God, she hated running!

"You really need to pick up your stamina."

Her head snapped up, and for a moment she swore her fast-paced heart stopped beating. Peter Pan. He stood there, staring at her with fury in his eyes, the moonlight gleaming on his light brown hair. But despite the anger radiating off of him, he was smiling. It was a smile that could kill.

Abigail tried to stand to her full height, still struggling to breathe and feeling disgusting with her hair sticking to her face. She tried to muster up as much courage as she could, but it was difficult to find any. She wanted to shrink away, but she refused to appear so weak. So she stood up as best she could and almost looked him in the eye.

"I've got to say," he continued, taking a few steps closer to her, "For someone who evaded capture for years, you're making this all too easy for me."

She narrowed her eyes, "Go to hell, Pan."

"Oh, are we back on last name terms, Jones? I didn't realise when we became so formal."

"I'll escape again. You can't keep me here forever."

"But I can!" he held out his arms, "This is my land, Abby. Or have you forgotten that as well as the way around? You used to know the forest like the back of your hand. What happened?"

"I grew up."

"Well," he stepped closer yet again, so close that Abigail could smell him. He smelt like trees, dirt and fire smoke. "We can't let that happen, can we?"

"What's wrong with you?" she snapped suddenly, and Peter's eyes widened like she had slapped him, "What are you running from? Why are you so afraid of growing up?"

His voice lowered dangerously, "I think the real question is: what are you running from? Remember when you were perfectly happy to live amongst the rest of us? Living, playing, fighting. You were the Queen of Neverland once, Abby. And you can be again."

She did remember. She had forgotten about it for twenty-eight years, but when the curse was broken and all of her memories flooded back into her mind, she could do nothing but remember it. She had been Queen of Neverland, ruling beside the evillest boy in all of the land. She had danced around the campfire barefoot, with hair full of filth, masked in dirt, wearing a crown of leaves. She had ordered and participated in the most bloodthirsty swordfights Neverland had ever seen. She had laughed as boys lost hands and lives. She had had the time of her life.

But she also remembered the overwhelming guilt that came after every single one of those things. And she knew that she could never let herself sink to that low again.

"I was not the Queen of anything. I was just the same as everyone else on this hopeless mound of earth. I was a child playing at being powerful! It was all just pretend, Peter! It wasn't real!"

He grabbed her. His hands dug into her shoulders tightly. His face was inches from hers. She could see the fire in his eyes. The smell of smoke in his hair was too strong. She closed her eyes, trying to block it all out. She was terrified, but she refused to let him know that any more than he already did. She refused to let him make her cry.

"You know as well as I do, Abby," he hissed, "That everything we did was real. Neverland is as much a part of you as it is me. You can't run from it. You belong here."

She opened her eyes, letting them blaze with as much fire as he had in his, and more. She was not going to surrender so easily. He was going to have to fight for her, and she was going to make sure he knew it.

"I never belonged here."

She hit him – a good, clean, strong punch to the gut. She barely noticed that he had doubled over; she was already running.

But not for long. There was a crack like a whip and suddenly her ankle was burning. She tripped over with a shriek of agony. A vine was wrapped around her ankle, and another uprooted itself from the ground to wrap around her wrists, holding her still.

Peter was laughing as he approached her. He crouched down to her eyelevel.

"Stop running. You'll only end up hurting yourself."

And he took a handful of dust out of his pocket, which when he blew, it flew into her face. She sneezed, then succumbed to a thick darkness.

Review Responses

The Mad Wolf: Thank you very much!

FireXX: This one's for you!

XxXSmiles101XxX: I hope I haven't disappointed. :)

Mikasa Yamato: Thank you. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as the first.

Guest "i freaking love this so far! absolutely love it! please please please update asap!": Thank you so much. Your comment really made me happy. You should write your name next time so I can thank you properly. :D

Guest "is there going to be a love triangle. if there is then im rooting for felix hah": You'll have to wait and see ;-)

Blondieluv: I'm sorry you're confused. I've changed the description a bit, if that helps at all, but I don't want to give everything away. Thank you very much. :)

Guest "Interested to see where this goes. Hope to see that you update soon.": I hope I kept your interest with this chapter :)

Dracos4ever (guest): I don't think you'll be disappointed! ;)

justwonderingwhoiam: Yep, she's his daughter. Thank you :)

Thank you everyone for all of your lovely reviews. Let me know what you think of this one!

Love from Beth =] xx