Happy New Year guys! Sorry I haven't updated just with all these New Year/Christmas plans its been a bit busy :L but enjoy! :)

Ellie's POV

The sunlight heating up my arm through the narrow windows in Peter's room stirs me from my sleep. I groan uncomfortably and shift my arm into a cooler spot, its then that I notice that Peter isn't here. Groggily i squint my eyes open and notice I'm alone in the room. I sigh, before sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

I'm not particularly surprised by Peter's behavior, he has some serious hot/cold issues at the moment. Stumbling out of the bed, I look around and notice that there's a change of clothes on the stump beside Peters bed. Glancing around, I quickly change into it, it's a pair of grey tight leggings, and a top similar to what the lost boys wear. Combing my hair through with my fingers, I quickly tie it in a messy bun, deciding that I really need to wash myself today, before making my way out to the camp.

Today there are only a few lost boys around outside, the others nowhere to be seen. I find myself hoping they're gathering food, I'm starving and there are only a few apples and bananas left. Grabbing an apple and a banana I take a bite out of the apple and scan the group. Charlie is nowhere to be seen, but Felix and Peter are at the edge of the clearing in a discussion. Peter looks like he's giving orders, to which Felix nods, he turns to leave the clearing, but sees me, giving me a brief half smile he strolls out with his club on his back.

Peter notices Felix look at me and in turn he gives me a smirk, leaning back against the tree. We stare at each other, and Peter looks like hes about to come over, before he freezes stiff and his face becomes void of emotion. I watch him in concern, but he looks right through me and stalks back out of the clearing.

I watch, curious and concerned for what that was about, before I sigh and throw my apple core into a bush near by. Scanning the area around me, I chose a direction and pace into it, hoping that there is a creek or lake in this direction. Idly munching on my banana I push through the trees until I find a small lake, almost a pond.

Glancing around, I quickly strip my clothes off and wade into the water, its cool to the touch and the mud squelches between my toes. I sigh as it laps my shoulders and drop under the water, massaging my scalp. It's been so long since I rinsed off, deciding that my recent drowning escapade doesn't count. Sighing in bliss I continue to wash myself off, singing softly.

Peter's POV

Felix turns to walk off into the clearing and I watch him go, impatient for him to return so I can discover Henry's family's plan. As he leaves, Felix glances back and I follow his eyes to see Ellie. My heart thuds and I frown momentarily from it before smirking at Ellie, when I awoke this morning she was wrapped around me fiercely and my smirk only widens at the memory, watching her now.

I don't understand, I know I care for her, that much is obvious. Even though she's been here for less then a week, I feel unfamiliar urges when around her. Urges I haven't felt since I was with Rumple in our home world, and even then, they were never as strong. My feelings confuse me, and I know I need to keep my distance, but it's like shes a magnet.

I begin to walk towards her, almost smiling genuinely, when I hear him.

We need to talk, Pan.

The hairs on the back of my neck raise and I freeze in shock. He doesn't sound happy, I realize. Dread pools in my stomach, icy cold, and I turn around, stalking back into the forest, vaguely aware of Ellie following my stiff form. I walk for a minute or two, ensuring nobody is around us, before stopping and standing still waiting for it to approach.

You're toeing the line, Pan.

I look up and watch my shadow swoop in, hovering just above me, its displeasure evident in every aspect. My heart thumps erratically in my chest, but I keep an emotionless face as I watch it impassively.

"Why what do you mean, Shadow?" I ask, voice void of emotion.

The girl, she is interfering. I will allow no mistakes, this plan will go uninterrupted.

"And did I not tell you that I would handle it?" I respond placidly.

Do not play games, Pan, this is your final warning. If she interferes again, I will be forced to intervene, and I am sure you don't want that.

The shadow gives a chuckle and goosebumps rise on my arms as I watch it. "I've told you, I can handle it. Henry's heart shall be yours." I say, meeting his eyes. The shadow watches me silently, and I can feel the doubt pouring off. The dread in my stomach continues to pool until I feel slightly dizzy, but I refuse to blink, I continue to meet it's gaze, until it finally rises upwards.

We shall see, or else... It says, before disappearing from view. I stand there, not moving an inch for a few minutes, until I turn and walk towards the nearest tree. In a daze I slide down the trunk until I'm laying against it, legs splayed in front of me. Curling my knees up, I put my elbows on my thighs and rest my head in my hands. Think, Pan, think. I repeat as I rub my temples. This can't go on. She's too much of an influence, but I can't keep away.

I stay like this for an immeasurable amount of time, dreading the future. My chest tightens unbearably as I face my options. If I go ahead, the island lives, and I become immortal. Either way I'll lose her, she'll hate me if I go through with it, she'll die if I don't. The faces of Felix and Charlie flash before my eyes and I stand up. No, she won't die. I may not be the best behaved boy, but I keep my promises, and I promise that my most loyal family will stay together. I smirk at the similarities between this and my previous speeches.

I hear a crack in the forest behind me, and turn towards the sound. Curious and wary, I walk off in that direction, strolling slowly, a picture of ease, while my senses spread out.

Something hits the back of my head and I turn around sharply, but there's nothing behind me, peering into the slightly dark forest I search, eyes darting everywhere, but I can't find the source. I sigh, and am about to turn around when I get hit in the back of the head with something else. I spin around again and my temper rises as I search.

"Well well, what do we have here?" I call, trying to contain my anger. My frustration is high as I glare around, usually I'm aware of my surroundings, but I can't sense anything. The experience is unnerving. No response is given to my question.

Another hit to the side of my head allows me to trace the object that hit me. It's a small nut, and I grin in understanding. Ellie. I give out a chuckle as I consider my next words. "It seems we have ourselves an unhappy camper, well, lets see what we can do about that."

I press my palms downwards and reach inside, a pulse spreads out around me and the trees surrounding me shake. A commotion to the right of me has me teleporting just below a maple tree, in time to catch an inquisitive blonde in my arms with a muffled shriek. I chuckle again as I drop her to the ground and she smiles impishly up at me, her grey eyes shining and her hair laying in damp ringlets around her shoulders.

An image of Charlie pops up in my face again as I look down at her. it's him, the night he arrived, devastation written all over his face as he shouts the loss of his sister. Even at that stage I was curious about her, a girl, brave and strong, protecting her siblings in a way I never could. I'd never heard of such a thing, and Charlie, looking so similar to Rumple it hurt. No, I may be many things, but I won't hurt my lost boys, or my lost girl.

Stepping away from her, I smirk coldly, feeling my emotions shut off as my smirk slides into an impish grin. She may hate me forever, and for me, forever will be a long time, but this doesn't matter. She's just a girl, and Peter Pan doesn't feel. My heart clenches at the idea, but I push it aside as I look down at her. Either way, whatever I feel for Ellie, it won't matter. I will become immortal, and I will send her back so she can have her family and grow up.

Ellie's POV

My silent giggles turn into a shriek as I lose my footing on the branch and fall towards the forest floor. Peters arms come around me and pull me ever so slightly to his chest, before dropping me to the ground. He looks down at me, eyes sparking with mischief, but then he shifts, his face shuts down and he smirks at me, it's cold Peters smirk, not my Peter. I watch him warily as he steps back from me and turns away.

"I will hand it to you, you're quite gifted in climbing." Peter states offhandedly as he strolls towards a tree to look up through a gap in the coverage. It's nearing midday, I regard him curiously. What's going on? This is colder then normal.

"I needed it, when Charlie and I left home, had to find things to eat, eggs, nuts and berries." I say slowly.

"Yes, why of course," Peter says, gesturing to me, "and I'm sure it was a handy skill while avoiding enemies as well." I wince and my hand shifts to my scar on my sternum, before tugging the sleeves of my top down further, its a three-quarter, so it only requires a bit of adjustment for it cover them. Peter watches me, face void of emotion and head tilted slightly to the side, he seems amused. My heart pangs painfully as I watch him and I decide to ignore his earlier comment.

"Peter, are you okay?" I ask, approaching him, I go to lift my hand up to his cheek and he steps away from me, an incredulous expression on his face. My eyes burn but I step back, refusing to look weak. If he wants to be an arse, fine by me. "Whatever, I'm going back to camp, need to practice archery." I mumble, turning away.

I hear Peter scoff behind me, "Sorry, love, but I don't think practice will make you any better at archery."

I turn to glare at him. "Oh yeah? Watch me!" Before storming into the forest, not glancing back. He's acting like he was the first night I was here, and it hurts my chest as I consider what could have caused this. But I shake my head, removing any doubts. If he wants to be a jerk he can go right ahead. It's Peter Pan, he's evil and malicious and cruel. And he has no heart, he may be capable of appreciating me, but that's about it. I sigh as I reach camp, stalking towards Charlie, who has returned, and planning on imagining a Peter Pan shaped target.

Sorry about this chapter guys, I know it's short and not very good and it was meant to be twice the length, but my creative juices weren't working and it was a bit difficult to write, but hopefully its okay. I'll try update when I get home from work again tomorrow but yeah.

And I'm sorry if this all seems kind of hot and cold each chapter, im trying to work with it sorry, but yeah. :L I promise the next few chapters will be better!

Happy New Year!