Hey guys! I'm really sorry for not updating earlier! But everything that could go wrong today did so yeah..

Anyway, so sorry about the poor quality of this chapter but I got sick of re-writing it every time my computer froze so y'know.

By the way I have the set up for the rest of the story and since the weekends over I should be able to update more starting from tomorrow!

Enjoy!

Peter's POV

I watched Ellie sleep for a couple of minutes, before I finally decided to untangle myself from her and the blankets and hop up. Pulling off my wet clothes, I shrugged into some new ones, sincerely hoping Ellie was indeed asleep and not looking, before walking towards the hole.

I didn't like swimming much, but in this case I think it was worth it. I turned and watched Ellie for a moment, a small smile on my lips as I studied her features under the tangled mess of wet blonde hair that now encircled her face. She'd been through hell today, and I don't think I'll ever get that picture out of my mind. Pulling Ellie out of the water, unconscious, pale, cold and not responding. It was something that could fuel my nightmares for years to come.

Turning away from the bed, I climb out of the hole and squint into the sunlight. Ignoring the sharp pains in my eyes, I make my way towards Felix and he looks up at my approach, jumping to his feet and meeting me half way.

"Ellie. How is she?" he asks in a low voice with an anxious look towards the tree.

I almost smile at his protectiveness over her, but shift it into a smirk as I look at him. "She's a bit battered, I'd say, but she'll live. You were lucky Felix." He almost sags in relief and glances towards where Charlie is; he's sparring with some other boys, and is oblivious to the two of us. I feel like a doctor here, delivering the news.

Felix turns back to me and looks at me questioningly. "So, what's the plan?" I nod towards where Henry is gazing into the fire and Felix looks back at me, "the boy?"

"We're losing his faith, his trust, and we need to get it back in order for our plan to work."

"What do you suggest we do, Pan?"

"I think it's time we introduce Henry to our little bird," I say with a smirk and Felix also smirks in response as we look towards where the cages are. "I'll take her to the cabin, we need to ensure that Henry gets there and speaks with her. I have a plan." I tell him, before walking off to have a little chat with Wendy.

While returning from dropping Wendy off at the cabin I notice a presence near me. I turn and wait, before recognizing it and smirking.

"Now now, why are we lurking in the shadows? Shadow."

My shadow swoops down in front of me and hovers a few feet above the ground, watching me. I notice that something about it seems different today, but I can't figure out what.

The girl, you saved her.

I snort, feigning indifference. "It was a necessary action."

Do not forget I can see right through you, Peter Pan. It was not a mere action it was a distraction. Rumpelstiltskin almost got away with the boy. You are lucky you had him moved.

"It wasn't luck!" I retort, smirking at the shadow as I stroll over to survey a fern. Before turning to look up at the Shadow. "It was a protective measure that I installed, to prevent him from getting through. And it worked didn't it?"

It would be much easier to just kill him, and the girl. They are your weaknesses. Do not forget the deal we made, Peter Pan.

I tense, and openly glare at my shadow now. "You can not kill Rumpelstiltskin. His shadow is gone, and his dagger is hidden. And the girl is under my protection so let her be." I say, advancing slightly and pointing to myself as I say the word 'my'.

The shadow watches me for a moment, before replying.

We shall see. But be aware, Pan, that if the girl interrupts this, I will be forced to eliminate her. I will not deal with a love struck teenager when I am in need of your former indifferent and unattached self. Tread lightly, and remember our deal.

With that the Shadow flies off, leaving me confused and conflicted. Love struck? Attached? I don't care for Ellie that much, do I? Then again, I had admitted to her that those moments when I thought it was too late, were the worst of my life. And I have yet to admit to myself that me saying 'I care about you' can't even begin to encompass my feelings for her.

Sighing irritably, I stalk off towards camp. This is becoming difficult. I cannot put the plan, or Ellie, in danger. I must distance myself from her, even though I tried that earlier and it didn't work. I shall succeed, because this plan must work. I wont allow for it to not. Ellie is just a girl, she can not distract me.

Vaguely I wonder if this is why Rumple brought her here, because no matter how hard I tried, she would get in the way. But there's no way of him knowing, so I shove it from my mind and teleport the rest of the way, before making my way towards Felix to enact our plan.

Ellie's POV

When I wake, I notice Peter has left the bed, I sigh in disappointment before stretching my aching muscles and wincing at the pain. My clothing is stiff, damp and clogged with sand, as I stretch uncomfortably and notice the sun is in the afternoon sky, I'd only slept a few hours.

"Well, sleeping beauty awakens," a voice says from across the room and I see Peter smirking at me. He's sitting on the stool that held the pipe with his elbows resting on his thighs and his eyes twinkle with amusement. Vaguely I realize that this is very close to cold, distant Peter, and not the Peter I talked to earlier today.

He nods his head to the side and I notice a pile of clothes, similar to what Peter wears is resting on the bedside table. "Thought you might want some new ones." He informs me with a smirk as he plays with the pipe in his hand.

"Thank you," I say softly, and Peter looks up at me, emotions conflicting on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, before closing it as he stands and walks towards the exit.

"Your brothers are going to want to speak with you I think." He informs me, and he deftly climbs up and out of the tree, leaving me alone to change.

The clothes are similar to Peters, but are almost identical to Charlies, and I wonder if they are, in fact, Charlies clothes. The pants are surprisingly stretchy and my legs feel snug in them, similar to the way they were in the jeans. The shirt has many folds and is rather baggy, as it is on most lost boys, but it's tighter in the bust area of me and I find myself enjoying the comfort of the clothing very much.

Once I'm changed and the strange clothes from Henry's world are hanging by the fire to dry, I pull my hands up to check my hair. It's a tangled mess and there's no chance I can get it to look decent at the moment when I'm so excited to see my brothers, so I rip a strip off the bottom of the other top and tie my hair up in a loose bun with blonde strands curtaining the sides of my face in gentle (yet tangled) waves.

I have to admit, I feel pretty good about myself as I exit the tree. I haven't felt nice about my physical characteristics since I got my scars. I look around once I'm up top and search for my brothers.

I catch Peter watching me with a slightly dazed expression as I walk towards the fire and I wink and grin at him. He blinks and shakes his head to clear his thoughts, before scowling at me and returning his attention to sharpening the spear in his hand. He looks like he's trying to avoid doing something and I wonder what it is. The conflicting emotions are back on his face as he whips his arm down the wood, shearing pieces off and I watch his arm muscles ripple.

Shrugging off Peters unusual behavior, I walk towards the fire and plop down on the ground next to Felix with my back resting on the log he's sitting on. I wince as my muscles adjust to the movement and sit there in silence as Charlie makes his way over to us and sits on my other side.

"What's wrong with Peter?" I ask them, once we're all sitting down.

"What do you mean?" Felix asks me, confused.

"He's all moody and scowling and not cracking a smile. Just look at him!" I say, pointing towards where Peter sits with his spear.

"He's like that always, he only smiles when he's playing a game. Or when you're there." Charlie puts in.

"What?"

"Peter only started smiling really once you got here. Sure he smiles when he torments Henry's family, but that's different. This is... real."

Felix shifts uncomfortably. "He's never taken anyone into his room before either. That caused a stirring. Only Charlie and I have ever been in, and that's because I'm his second in command and he just likes Charlie."

"He says I remind him of his brother."

"Huh," I answer, staring off into space. I guess Charlie does look like a young Rumpelstiltskin would, and he does look like Henry as well. Maybe he just likes our family, but that doesn't change the fact he smiles around me more. So Peter does care, I think as a smile spreads over my face, I mean, why else would he always smile? Because I know that's how I feel when I'm with him. I know he told me earlier that he cares for me, but its difficult for me to believe that someone who's hundreds of years old would care for a damaged girl like me.

We sit there, not talking for 5 minutes, until Felix finally breaks the relaxed silence.

"Don't do that again." He says, and I turn up to see him watching me with a pained expression.

"What, die?" I ask sarcastically, and Felix winces while Charlie stiffens.

Immediately I feel guilty for saying it, but I also can't stop the warmth that spreads through my heart when I realize that my brothers truly do love me. So I just lean my head against Felix's leg and give his knee a reassuring squeeze as I pull Charlie into my side and hold him against me.

We stay like that for a little longer as the boys surrounding us grow tired of their games and move onto different ones, then Charlie asks me something that makes me grin sheepishly as I watch some of the boys begin to dance. He asks me to sing, and I do.

Felix grins and he slides down beside me so all of us are on the ground next to the log as I sing for them. I'm not sure if Felix recognizes the song or not, but the peaceful smile on his face as he closes his eyes suggests he does. Charlie rests his head on my shoulder and I stroke his hair, just like old times, as I sing.

While I sing Henry looks at us and walks over, I wonder why he likes hanging around with us, nut I don't want to stop singing, so I just assume it's because we act like a family. Henry sits down in front of me and smiles as he listens and his shoulders relax I take his hand and squeeze and Henry smiles at me.

I look up and notice Peter watching us. When he sees me looking he turns around and returns to his spear. I finish my song and release Henry's hand when I see Peter get up and walk towards us.

"Henry," Peter begins, and I notice something in his voice, its a false note, like he's acting something, but I can't tell what. "We have to talk." He says and Henry stands.

"I-is it about Wendy? Is she getting worse?" He asks with a tremulous note in his voice and Peter just nods. I eye Peter suspiciously but he avoids my gaze as he turns and walks out of the clearing, with Henry following behind. Wendy? Who's Wendy? And I feel jealously tickle at my heart.

I watch them carefully as they leave and Felix gives me a 'don't push your luck' look while Charlie just squeezes my hand reassuringly. But then Peter returns along with Henry, who's looking bold, with a determined expression on his face, and begins to address the group in front of us.

"My brothers," Peter begins, and I notice he's looking anywhere but at me. "Tonight, the dream of Neverland will awaken from it's slumber. Tonight, the heart of the truest believer shall fulfill it's destiny," What? Why is he talking about an 'it' and not Henry himself? What's going on? I ask myself as dread pools in my stomach.

"And with it," Peter continues as he looks around the group, eyes steering clear of my questioning gaze. "Our destiny. Tonight, Henry saves magic!" Peter declares and the clearing erupts into cheers. Charlie cheers along with them but I can see in his eyes he also feels something's wrong. And when I turn to look at Felix he won't meet my eyes either. What is going on?

As soon as people return to their normal activities I stalk towards Peter and I feel Charlie and Felix following me wearily. Peter watches my approach and sighs as he turns to look at me with a bored and irritated expression.

"Yes, Ellie?"

"What the hell is going on? What are you going to do to Henry? There's something you aren't saying, Peter Pan, and I want to know what."

"It's none of your concern, now let it go." He says and he looks towards my brothers who stand over me watching me anxiously. I sigh and glare at them until they slowly turn and walk off to the other boys. I turn back to Peter and he's watching me with eyes almost pleading for me to drop it.

"Peter, what have you done? I don't know what your doing but he's just a boy! Not just any boy but he's your great-nephew!"

"Thank you for your concern but you should be aware he's also you, Charlie and Felix's great nephew." I stare at him in shock as he smirks coldly at me, and he realizes where my train of thought is taking me. "We're not related," he says quickly, "different sides. But the fact Henry is my relative is of little consequence."

"Peter whatever your doing it won't end well! Just stop while you can! Please!" Peter looks at me with a pained expression and the conflicted emotions boil in his eyes again before he finally puts his cold mask on and stares at me.

"Just drop it, El, I'm warning you, it's for your own good."

"No! Don't tell me to drop it! And don't call me El, you have no right when you're keeping secrets from me!" I all but shout, glaring at him and he meets me eye for eye and doesn't flinch, an amused expression crossing his features. "And who is Wendy?" I ask, letting my jealously show," Peters eyes widen fractionally before he smirks.

"So I can't call you El, but you can call me Peter? That doesn't sound fair, would you prefer I call you Elissa?" He asks snarkily, watching my reaction. "And Wendy is a means to an end."

I gape at him, "You're just using a girl as a means to an end? Is that what this is?" I ask and I can't keep the hurt out of my voice. Peters eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something but I interrupt, continuing my rant. "You know, you can call me whatever you want, Pan, but I'm not going to stand here and watch you ruin a little boys life!" I hiss and walk out of the clearing. I see Peter flinch as I call him Pan and I give an apologetic look to Henry and Charlie who watch me leave while Felix stands there with an emotionless face.

Then I reach the tree line and trudge into the jungle, not knowing where I'm heading. My heart aches as I consider the possiblility that all I am to Peter is another 'means to an end'. Tears prick my eyes as I walk off, not knowing if I will return to that group, but knowing I have to find a way to reach my brothers. Perhaps I'll find David, we can leave with him and we can get to know our little brother, I think sarcastically as I walk.

I don't know where I'm heading, but all I know is that I can't watch Peter kill that boy, or whatever he has planned. And I can't see him admit to me that I'm just there for some plan he has thought up. I won't see it, I won't.