Ellie's POV

When I wake up, the boys are already gone. I sit up groggily and scan the area, Peter is nowhere in sight, but Felix and Charlie are at the fire sharpening tools, along with Henry near them. I smile as I stand up and search for some food to eat.

Once I've eaten I make my way to Charlie and Felix and crash down onto the log next to them, groaning at my sore muscles from my fight with Hook yesterday. Felix smirks at me and I look at him, practically able to hear his thoughts. You think you're sore? He says, try being me. I laugh and take a look around at the subdued boys surrounding us.

"So what's happening today? Why is everyone so... bored?"

"Pan changed the plan, last night Henry was supposed to save us, now he's given him extra time, so we have no orders." Felix answers.

"Oh... well then, what do you want to do today?" I ask, neither Felix or Charlie say anything. I'm about to just go wander in the forest aimlessly when Charlie jumps up and down in excitement, a huge grin over his face.

"We're going to teach you to shoot!" He says with glee, and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not that terrible am I?" I retort, knowing full well that I am.

"Charlie, I don't know, I think Ellie's level of awfulness may be unfixable." Felix says with a smirk and I elbow him in the side. He winces and guilt rushes through me when I remember his injury. "Alright," He continues, "Let's go."

We make our way up to the clearing, which gives me mixed feelings as I look around, and Charlie passes me his bow. The next several hours is spent with Charlie and Felix trying to teach me to shoot with limited success.

"I don't know why, I just can't shoot." I complain to them as we lay in the grass after practice, exhausted.

"Everyone has a weakness, you're too good at everything else, this is just balancing out the skill level." Charlie says and I laugh, impressed by his wisdom. I think about my accuracy with knives, my agility and my sword fighting.

"I guess so," I answer nonchalantly and the boys laugh.

We make our way back to the camp and I look around again, once again, I find no sign of Peter. Feeling glum, I walk over to Henry. Where is he? Is he avoiding me? I miss him. The realization strikes me hard, Peters an arrogant jerk though, so I don't understand how I can miss him so much.

I think about what I said to him, how I was stuck here with him, that was terrible. I actually don't want to leave him, but it doesn't matter anymore, I won't leave Felix. And now I'm staying here. The idea upsets me as much as it makes my heartbeat quicken, staying with Peter. But he hates me now, it doesn't matter.

I sigh as I sit down next to Henry and he smiles at me.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"So, how long have you been here now?"

"I don't know for certain, about a week." He answers slowly.

"Wow," I say, "is it okay here now?"

"It's getting better, but I really can't wait to go home and see my family."

Guilt washes over me as I consider that, I don't fully comprehend Peter's plan, but if there is one thing I do know, it's that Henry isn't going home. He smiles up at me, and I can see the excitement in his eyes at the idea of going home. A lump forms in my throat as I look at him and I force myself to return the smile.

"Excuse me," I say and hurriedly leave the clearing. I take a deep breathe in the cover before walking off into the trees. I need a distraction, and David and Emma's group sounds like a pretty good idea at the moment.

I wander for what feels like hours before I finally hear their voices. Quickly I climb up a tree and make the rest of the distance via treetop. It's always been useful, my ability to walk through the tree tops almost silently. When I reach the edge of the clearing I peer down into it.

Emma and Neal are in a corner talking and I smile at that, she looks tired and stressed, but some of the lines disappear as she talks to Neal, although she still looks uncertain. David, Mary Margaret, Gold and Regina are talking in low voices while Tink and Hook are off to the side and appear to be arguing. I watch them curiously, the seem to always be arguing. I sigh and decide it's time to make my presence known.

I drop down into the clearing with a fake cheerful "hey", and everyone jumps in shock, drawing weapons. When they see me, watching them warily they lower their weapons, although Gold and Regina do so more slowly.

"Ellie, what are you doing here?" Emma asks me and I sigh before walking closer to them.

"I needed a distraction," I tell them honestly and I'm met with sympathetic looks. I wonder what their looks are for curiously before I realize. Felix.

"How is he?" Mary Margaret asks me softly and I smile at her.

"He's fine, sore and a bit weak today, but he's fine." They smile at me, which surprises me given Felix's status. "We thought we were too late." I add onto the end and my voice cracks as I consider what could have been. David clasps my shoulder reassuringly, and I eye Hook accusingly. He has the good grace to look down as he shuffles his feet before meeting my eyes.

"Look, Ellie, I'm sorry about that, but we needed Pan distracted, and he's given us extra time. I didn't want either you or Felix to get hurt. Well, maybe I wouldn't mind Felix but that's not the point."

I glare at him before my face softens and I just nod, looking up at David who's smiling down at me. "It doesn't matter now anyway, Felix can't leave the island, and Charlie and I won't leave Felix, so I'm stuck here."

Emma frowns at that and Regina scoffs in disgust before speaking. "Your brother is a murderer, Ellie! He deserves his fate."

Mary Margaret looks at Regina warily. "Regina-"she begins.

"No! That boy helped kidnap my son!"

My head snaps up to scowl at her and my voice has risen as I answer her. "You don't know the first thing about my brother, Regina, so don't you dare judge him! He is kind and caring and he sacrificed his life to save mine! Didn't work, but that isn't the point. Felix is just following orders and that isn't his fault because he had nowhere else to go! And he told Charlie and I that he wants us to leave with you but I refuse because that's what family does! It sticks together, no matter what."

"You're right," David says and I look up at him in surprise. His hand tightens on my shoulder as he smiles down at me. "We're a family, and we stick together, and all of you are coming home with us, Felix included."

I gape at him in shock, "but, how?"

Gold steps forward and cuts in at this point. "I can create an elixar which should cure dream shade poisoning, it will allow both Felix and David to return to Storybrooke." I look up at David, surprised.

"You got hit by dream shade?" I ask him and he nods in response.

I feel my face shift into a grin as I realize what this means, and I throw my arms around David and hug him fiercely. He seems shocked at first, before laughing and hugging me back. I see Mary Margaret and the rest of the group smiling at me as I pull away and wipe the tears of joy that are brimming in my eyes.

"Thank you," I say thickly, before giggling again. "Little brother," I add playfully and David sighs, looking skyward as if asking why. I giggle again and he smiles down at me affectionately.

I look around me and notice that the sun is getting low in the sky and I step back from the group.

"I need to go, it's getting dark." I say and smile at them.

Neal steps forward, "wait, wait, wait, Ellie, do you know what Peter has planned for Henry?"

I grimace as everyone looks at me and guilt rises in my chest. "I don't know for sure, but I know that it isn't good, I'm sorry I can't say any more." I say and Neal nods, as if understanding my conflict.

As I turn to leave Tink calls out after me, "try to convince Pan this isn't the way, Ellie." She says and I look at her in confusion.

"I don't think me telling him that will make a difference, Tink."

"You'd be surprised," she says with a smile. "Just try."

I hesitate, before nodding, and walk off into the undergrowth.

I groan in frustration as I shove aside another branch and step past a dream shade plant. It's now fully dark and only the think amount of moonlight that reaches through the canopy can aid my trek back to camp. Except that I don't know where camp is.

Cursing, I stop and look around again, breathing heavily and sweat drenching the back of my top. It's been a very long time, the sun went down a while ago and I still can't find camp. Next time, I think to myself, I need to think about where I'm going when leaving places. My eyes droop with exhaustion and I flop down onto a root, resting my back against the tree it belongs to.

I stay like this for a few minutes, allowing my breathing to steady, before standing up and trudging onwards, praying that this is the right direction and muttering insults to the bushes under my breathe. But after another 15 minutes I'm stumbling so much it would be easier to crawl and my eyes are sliding closed.

Groaning, I climb into a nearby tree and rest on the branch, back pressed against the trunk. Most would think it as uncomfortable but during my time in the Enchanted Forest alone, it was often my way of sleeping, much safer. My eyes close and I drift off to sleep.

I'm woken by a voice calling up to me from the gloom below me. "Well, don't you look like a nice bird." The voice says and I recognize it instantly. Peter.

I jolt forward in shock and loose my sitting on the tree, before I know it I'm tilting sideways, and falling down to the ground. Unable to even open my mouth to scream, I clench my eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

But the impact never comes, instead, I find myself being caught by a pair of strong, warm eyes and being pressed against someones chest. I open my eyes and see Peter watching me in amusement, before he lowers me into a standing position and stands back, watching me warily.

"I got lost," I say, because it's all I can say while my heart thumps erratically in my chest and I study his features. I haven't seen him all day, and it surprises me how much I missed him. My body still tingles from where he caught me and my heart squeezes as I think about it.

"Well, I never would have guessed." He says sarcastically and I narrow my eyes at him. He's his usual sarcastic, dark self, but there's something else, he seems guarded, hesitant. I realize that he's wary of me and my heart squeezes painfully again at the idea.

I swallow, before speaking, saying the words that will either make or break this conversation. "I'm sorry about what I said yesterday, I shouldn't have talked to you like that, but it's the truth." I say, and Peter sighs.

I look up and he's watching me from a short distance away, he looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't know how. I watch as he opens his mouth, before closing it again, and am struck by how nervous he is. Slowly, i take a step towards him and take his hand in mine. It's warm and calloused as his hand grips mine and I feel sparks shoot up my arm and my heart rate picks up further.

"You know," he begins, and I notice that all of his arrogance and cockiness has vanished as he looks at me, he looks almost vulnerable. "It's your choice," he says. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you, I won't hold you here against your will." He swallows, before continuing in a voice barely more than a whisper. "I just wish that you would stay here, with me."

I stare into his eyes and he just gazes back, unmoving. Suddenly I can't take it anymore and I finally close the distance between us, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling his face to mine. Peters hands slide up to rest on my cheeks, holding my face as our lips meet and I sigh into his mouth. His lips move across mine before parting mine with his tongue as we continue to kiss.

This one is different, all of the others were blazing fire and heat as I let go and just did what I wanted. This one is different, more gentle and sweet as his hands trail down and wrap around my waist, pulling me against his body tightly, fitting me against his grooves. My heart thumps almost painfully and I can feel Peters heart also beating fast through the thin amount of clothing that separates us.

Eventually we pull away, my hands resting on the hard muscles of his arms and he rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. Suddenly Peters eyes open, and he's grinning his cocky grin, his attitude returning as he steps back and looks down at me.

"Now, El, I think it's time that we got you back to camp." He says, grinning down at me before sweeping me into his arms and holding me against his chest as he starts trudging off into the forest.

"Hey, I can walk myself!" I protest indignantly.

"Oh no, love, you can't. You're much too tired to walk yourself, it's safer I carry you." I'm about to argue when I consider the fact that I'm currently wrapped in his arms, and instead of moving away, I snuggle in closer to his chest. Peters arms tighten instinctively on me and I bathe in the warmth he gives me as my eyes get sleepy again.

I notice the moment when Peter teleports because the sound of lost boys cheering appears out of nowhere. Some of the cheers die off and I open my eyes to see two dark shapes walking towards us, away from the camp fire.

"Is she okay? Oh god, don't tell me she's hurt!" I hear Felix say, voice laced with panic. I frown at his change in behavior, before shrugging it off and grinning lopsidedly up at him.

"I'm fine Felix," I slur, my eyes drooping again as I inhale Peters scent, it's like fresh rain and forest floor, my favorite smells. My grin widens as I feel Peter chuckle around me and Charlies head pops up in front of me aswell.

"She just got a little lost, boys. She'll be fine, just needs some rest." Peter says and I feel his chest vibrate as he talks, I snuggle into him further and his hand squeezes on my forearm, the touch reassuring.

Peter begins walking off again and I giggle when I notice that he's walking towards his tree, flipping my head back I wave halfheartedly to my brothers, who watch us depart. Charlie is laughing, looking relieved, while Felix watches us silently with a quizzical look on his face.

My view of them drops off as Peter steps into the tree house and walks towards the bed, he lays me gently down onto it and sits next to me on it. I smile up at him and he gives me another genuine smile as he strokes my cheek, leaving a trail of sparks on my body.

"You shouldn't leave the camp without my permission, Ellie." He scolds, but there isn't much of a threat in his words so I just grin up at him as his hand brushes hair off of my face, twirling my blonde, gentle curls.

Peter stands up and moves to leave, but with a surprising amount of agility my hand snakes out and grips his wrist stopping his effort.

"Don't go!" I complain, pulling him towards me, he doesn't put up much of a fight as he sits back down on the bed, sighing. "I don't want you to leave," I say.

Peter sighs, before gently moving me further onto the bed and sliding in next to me. His arms come around me and pull me to him as I sigh in content.

"Thank you." I say, sleepily.

Peter laughs, and I can almost hear his smirk. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?" He says and I rest my head on his chest. I feel him press his lips on the top of my hair and smile into his chest. My heartbeat eventually begins to settle from the contact, which is both exhilarating and reassuring. And I feel myself fall into sleep, Peters arms wrapped firmly around me.

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