Peter's POV

A noise disturbs me from my sleep and I roll over to see my shadow there, watching me. I groan and sit up in bed, looking at him expectantly.

You asked me to collect clothing for the girl.

I look to my side and notice a pile of clothing on the bed. It's clothes from the non-magical world, and I smile, wondering what Ellie will make of these. Before I realize I'm smiling at something that doesn't concern me, and I look back up to see my shadow still watching me carefully.

"Thank you, now, I do believe that the Dark One and his son are somewhere on the island. Find them for me." The shadow doesn't move for a moment, just continues to watch me, and then it speaks.

This girl will not interfere in our plan, will she?

I scoff, suddenly uncomfortable with the shadows tone of voice. "She will not interfere, she is merely a lost girl, here for her family."

Good, keep it that way. Or I will have to intervene.

A chill runs down my spine as I watch the shadow leave, glaring at it like a scolded child. For some reason I can't stand the idea of anything harming Ellie. But I push it out of my mind as I whip my shirt on and climb out of the tree. Looking around there are only a few lost boys up yet as dawn is only just breaking.

Automatically my eyes shift to where Ellie lies, across the clearing, she's on her side, her blonde hair fanned out across her face and a slight smile is on her face. It's so different from what she was like the night before when I woke in the middle of the night to check on our guests. I found her rolling around and whimpering, repeating "no more" like a mantra. And I found myself wanting to wake her and comfort her, but I just glared forwards and walked out.

My lips twitch with a smile as I watch her now, looking absolutely peaceful. Until I realize what I'm doing and that there are other boys up, including Felix who is eying me suspiciously. I stroll over to where Ellie sleeps and dump the clothes on the ground next to her, before making my way into the forest to once again, check on our guests.

Ellie's POV

When I wake, I notice a pile of clothes on the ground next to me and shift up onto my elbows to stare at them. There's a pair of weird, bright blue shoes with a large star and writing on the side, along with a pair of tight pants, made of the same material as the ones Henry has. Along with this is a long sleeved T-shirt with a close-knit neck hole (I smile at the fact that Peter got me something that covered my skin), and what looks like a hunting jacket made of black leather.

Climbing steadily off the ground I bend down to pick up the clothes pile and the sword Felix gave me yesterday, before making my way into the forest to change. Once I return I take a look around and see my brothers fighting with some other lost boys off to the side. Given I'm not a great morning person, I decide to make my way over to Henry, and take a seat next to him where he's staring into the ashes of the fire.

"Hey Henry."

"Hey Ellie"

"Having fun?" I ask, before answering the question for him. "Probably not. Hey, how long have you been here?"

Henry shrugs, "just over two or three days, I'd say, why do you ask?"

"Huh," I reply, confused, that was around the time I woke up. "I woke up two or three days ago." I tell him.

"Really? Huh," Henry repeats, and I smile at him. Before a question occurs to me.

"Henry, what's this material?" I ask, pointing down at the material now covering my legs, I have to admit, I like it, it shows my slim curves and none of my pale skin.

Henry smiles when he sees what I'm gesturing to, "Its denim, and those pants are called jeans." He tells me and his smile turns into a grin when he sees my enlightened face.

"Huh," I repeat yet again, and then another question occurs to me as I look down at Henry, who's smiling at me. "Why did Peter kidnap you?"

"He says I have the heart of the truest believer, and I'm needed here."

I stare at him for a moment, and I can't help but feel like this is a very bad thing. But before I can say anything I hear Peter call my name and look up to see him staring at me with a cold look in his eyes. He crooks his finger at me and walks off into the forest.

I sigh and turn to Henry as I get up, mumbling a "see you later," to which Henry just nods.

When I reach the tree line Peter touches my arm and once again I find myself in the clearing at the top of the hill.

"Why don't you just walk?" I grumble, irritated.

"Now why would I walk when I can just teleport? It's such a waste of energy." He says.

"You walked yesterday," I retort.

"Yes, yes I did," he replies and there's a dark look in his eyes, and then he gives me a head to toe sweep as he crosses his arms, "I see you changed your clothes, nice."

I flush, not understanding why, before I turn to meet his eyes. "So, what do you want?"

Peter sighs before turning to sit on the rock, patting impatiently beside him as I walk over and sit beside him. His eyes soften again as he looks down at me. "I think it's time I tell you the story of Neverland."

I smirk, not understanding why the history of an island is important. But wave my hand, indicating him to go on. He sighs, understanding my impatience and smirks as he begins.

"You know, in the Enchanted Forest, nobody knows of Neverland, but in the world where I come from, this place is a fairy tale, and kids grow up dreaming about it, me, the pirates, the mermaids and fairies. I'm the big hero in these fairy tales, but as always, most stories aren't accurate." He says, with a smirk on his face. Then something occurs to me that I've been wondering since the moment I got here, and I interrupt him before he can continue.

"Where are you from Peter?" I ask, and he looks at me in surprise. "Your accent," I say, in way of an answer and he smirks.

"Ahh, the accent, attracted many girls when I was still there," He says, and I tense, Peter looks down at me, confused for a moment, before he smiles in satisfaction about something, and continues. "I'm from England, a place in the world I'm from, our father was Scottish though, so we picked up some of his traits.

"'Our' father?" I ask and Peter tenses.

He swallows, "my little brother and I, it isn't important." I nod and Peter continues again.

"The reason I'm apart of these fairy tales, is because I was the first boy here, that chose to stay that is. It required a... a bit of a sacrifice, but it was worth it, I always thought. Stay young and live forever." He smiles. "Eventually, I got a bit lonely, so I started bringing children here, other boys who had felt abandoned by their parents. I called them the lost boys, and we took control of the island. Playing and fighting and staying young forever. Neverland became our home." He finishes, and I realize something again.

"Peter, why do you need Henry?" Peter's smile is replaced by a smirk as he looks down at me.

"Because he's needed to save the island. To save magic."

"What are you going to do to him?"

"Oh I wont do anything, he'll do it to himself."

"Peter!" I yell suddenly furious with the boy, Peter's face doesn't falter. "Why do you need him, and stop lying! He's just as boy!"

Peter's expression grows dark again as he looks down at me, "Because Ellie, I do, now if you know what's good for you, you'll leave it alone!" I flinch, realizing this is one of the only times Peter has called me by my actual name, and he's yelling at me. Regret passes over Peter's face as he watches me.

"Look, Ellie-"

"No. I don't understand you Peter Pan! You go from perfectly content, to rude and cold! I can't keep up and I don't understand why. You're confusing me!" I yell, and I turn to leave, but Peter grabs my arm and spins me around so our distance from each other has decreased yet again.

"Ellie, just listen," he says and his eyes stare into mine, almost pleading.

"No!" I yank my hand out and turn around to walk off again, "you kidnapped a boy! I'm not going to listen to you!"

But once again Peter grabs my hand and pulls me around so we're facing each other, he grips both my arms now, looking down at me with our faces only inches apart and a desperate need for understanding on his face. I can feel his cool breath on my lips again as his face gravitates slowly closer and his eyes bore into mine.

"I don't understand what you're doing to me Ellie!" he says in desperation. "What are you doing to me?" he continues as he looks down at me. And he pulls one hand up from my arm to cup my cheek.

"What am I doing to you? What are you doing to me!" I yell and I feel tears burn the back of my eyes and my skin is on fire from the contact between us.

Peter opens his mouth to speak again, but then his eyes flicker to my lips and back to my eyes and he just stares at me for a moment.

And then he crashes his lips to mine.

I freeze for a moment, as Peters cool lips warm on mine and his hands slide down to my waist and pull me closer to him. The same arms that lifted me from a chasm without a single bit of effort. Then I finally react, and I pull my arms up and wind them around his neck as I pull him closer to me and open my mouth to allow his tongue access. He groans into my mouth and one of his hands slide up from my lower back to grip my hair and pull my head back, allowing him greater access to my mouth.

I'm kissing Peter Pan, I think to myself, as my hands travel up to his hair as well. Gosh he's a good kisser. My insides are on fire and my heart feels like its being squeezed as I melt into bliss and Peter presses me more firmly to his muscled body.

When we finally break apart for air, Peter rests his forehead on mine as he grins at me. The first genuine grin on his face I've seen. And then confusion flickers across his face as he looks down at me and he steps back, grin fading.

"Well that was interesting,' he quips with a smirk, looking down at me from a few steps back again. And all I can do is stare at him, breathing heavy. His mood swings are going to kill me one day, I think to myself. I look up into his eyes, and beneath the smirk I can see confusion and worry. Huh.

Peter sighs and the worry and confusion disappears from his eyes as his smirk takes full reign. "Let's get you back to camp," he tells me and he walks forward to take my arm. Sparks fly when he touches me again but I ignore it, because Peter showed no sign of anything affecting him.

When we appear back at camp, Peter immediately stalks off to his tree and slips down inside. I watch him go for a moment before turning around to where my brothers are still fighting some other lost boys. Charlie grins at me and Felix watches me warily as I approach and I give them a small smile. But my mind is still on Peter and his kiss, it was like he just lost control. I smile and touch my swollen lips with my fingers, before snapping out of it.

Using the new energy that this mornings events conducted, I put all my effort into fighting with the boys and try to keep my mind off of the kiss.

It's just a kiss, Ellie. It didn't mean anything to him. It didn't mean anything to you! I yell at myself internally with a scowl. But I know it's not true, that meant something to me. It was much better than the other kisses I'd shared, and I wish that it had gone on longer.

Don't you dare! I tell myself as I continue sparring with Felix.

Don't you dare fall for Peter Pan!

I've been wanting to write that chapter for a while now! I hope it was okay.

Thank you for your nice comments guys! :)