Peter's POV

I hear the snap of a twig just outside the tent flap and I am immediately on alert. I look over and see that Catherine is breathing softly, still deep in sleep. I feel a tug in my chest as I watch her, but another noise from outside draws my attention back to the reason I am now fully awake.

I silently slip from the bed so as not to disturb her, grab my dagger, and quietly exit the tent. I scan the surrounding area for any sign of movement. I listen intently to the night air and that's when I hear the rustling of leaves. I turn my head in the direction of the noise and see an indistinguishable figure turn and disappear into the dark jungle.

I debate on whether or not to wake Curly or Catherine to come with me but decide against it considering that this is probably the first time since Catherine's return that they've been able to sleep peacefully. Besides, I can take care of myself.

I take one final look towards my tent where Catherine sleeps soundly and without another word, I head into the forest after the mysterious figure.

After a while I begin to hear footsteps coming up from behind me. There are two sets and one is too heavy to be those of a Lost Boy and I know that my men would never betray me. That means it must be Hook and Lance.

I sigh. They never learn, do they?

I follow the original night walker at a distance for a time, but when I finally decide to confront the individual, he stops. I quickly realize that it is not a he, however, but is in fact a she when the hood of the cloak is removed from her face. It's Morgana.

I wait behind a tree to see what she will do next but all she does is stand there, the moon light filtering through the trees above her, giving her an innocent glow. It's then that I see how alike Catherine and her mother look. As soon as the thought enters my head, though, I shake my head in an attempt to get rid of it. Looks can be deceiving, and Morgana is nothing like Catherine.

"Are you going to approach me, Pan, or are you just going to stand there gawking like an idiot?" Morgana calls out sweetly with a hint of malice.

Yep. Nothing like Catherine.

I roll my eyes and come out from behind the tree.

"I'm just curious, but was it me you were trying to cause to drool or him?" I ask jabbing my thumb in the direction the seemingly dumb-struck Captain. "Because if it was him you were targeting, you did a very good job of it."

Lance looks over at his partner and smacks him across the face, causing the dazed look to disappear from it. He looks annoyedly at Lance as he attempts to rub the pain from his cheek. Lance remains looking forward, but I see a hint of a smirk form on his face.

Morgana then sneers at me. "You are very lucky that I need you alive, Pan. That attitude won't get you anywhere with me, and I make a much better ally than enemy," she threatens and I remember Catherine saying something similar to me on her return to Neverland. The thought causes me to smirk.

She raises her eyebrow at me and I answer her unasked question. "You see, love, Catherine said something very similar to me on her return to Neverland, and frankly, I'm more afraid of her than I am of you," I explain.

She laughs emotionlessly. "Is it because she holds the very existence of your precious island in the palm of her hand?"

"No," I reply bluntly, and her smile fades. "She has much greater power than you will ever have. She is more of a threat to me than you will ever be."

Of course, this is only a half truth. The main reason is actually because I'm afraid of losing her and I couldn't bear that. But I can't let Morgana on to this lest she use the information against me, so I leave that piece out.

She glares at me and says, "Enough! Lance, shoot him!"

I turn and see Lance advancing towards me with an arrow pointed directly at my chest, and I snort. "Haven't we already been through this? Neither he nor Hook is a threat to me."

Morgana grins maliciously. Without acknowledging my comment, she commands, "Fire."

Lance's arrow flies through the air and just as it is about to pierce my chest, I grab it in my hand. I look up at the sky and sigh dramatically. They really do never learn.

"You know, if you were aiming to kill me, you really should have come up with a better plan than this one," I state, twirling the arrow in my hand. I then turn to look back at Morgana and see that she is triumphantly smirking at me. A small tinge of worry begins to pool in the pit of my stomach.

"If that were the case, then why would we coat the shaft of the arrow with nightshade?" she asks pointedly.

As the true impact of her words starts to sink in, I feel my body stiffen as the nightshade poison begins to take affect.

"You wanted me to follow you out here, didn't you?" I snarl.

"Finally you've shown that you do have a brain. Bravo, Peter," she applauds, causing my blood to boil. "You are familiar with the nightshade toxin, correct?"

When I fail to respond, she laughs wickedly and says, "Of course you are, but I'll just explain it to you anyway to pass the time. You see, as soon as the nightshade toxin comes into contact with living flesh, it immediately begins to travel to every limb of the victim's body, causing paralysis and, if in large doses, can even result in death. This renders the victim defenseless until the toxin wears off, which unfortunately for you, won't be for quite some time. Which means," she says and her voice lowers menacingly as she finishes, "you're mine, Peter Pan."

She then snaps her fingers and Hook steps forward. "Night, mate," he declares and swings the hilt of his sword down onto my head.

Just before everything falls into darkness, I hear Morgana say, "They never learn, do they?"