AN: Firstly, Thank you so much for following my story this far! For everyone who views this, I just want to personally thank each and everyone of you for staying this long! If you wouldn't mind, I really appreciate any reviews, good or bad, as it gives the public a better idea of the story. Please be brutally honest! I am really good at taking criticism so feel free to let loose! I am also willing to answer any questions you may have, so long as they wont ruin the plot to the story!
Secondly, This chapter features M having a dream. I felt the need to show more inside M's mind, some suppressed thoughts and emotions, feelings towards Pan. She isn't as strong as she makes herself out to be and this will hopefully illustrate that. Again, if this is confusing or if you have questions, please feel free to comment them below!

-PanGirl99

I fell asleep that night, with Peter lying across from me, his tousled "bed-hair" falling over his face; the rhythm pace of his breathing echoed the rise and fall of his chest. Feeling my eye lids getting heavier and heavier, I gave into the slumber that overcame me.

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I could see myself walking with him among the trees, scared to hold his hand, but tempted to, all the same. We walked for some time without saying anything. It was I who broke the silence when something peculiar crossed our path.

"Peter, do you see something in the bushes?" I walked towards where I had originally seen the movement. "I think we're being followed!" I turned to see his reaction, but was shocked to find he had vanished.

"Peter?" I called after him, but he didn't respond. He had left me alone in the woods with someone stalking my every move. My heart pounded in my chest as I stormed through the forest, frantically calling after Peter, all the while looking over my shoulder to try and get a glimpse of who was following me.

Arrows shot over my head and darts were soaring past me, narrowly missing by only a hairs length. My nerves were getting the best of me and I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes and tickling down my face. I didn't want to die, but here I was, on deaths door, but I was praying nobody was room as I ran for my life.

I ran till I reached the camp at hangman's tree, but the pace was desolate, not a single lost boy to be seen. I had to keep running, or else I wouldn't make it, but I could feel myself running short of breath as the trees spun around me.

I wobbled as I staggered through the forest, my feet dragging behind me as my shoes felt as though they were made of stone. I got my foot caught in a tree root, and suddenly I saw the ground rapidly approaching me, as I fell against the hard floor of the forest.

I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, but I could hear a male voice, laughing. Was he laughing at me? I couldn't be sure, but I would put my money on it, if I had any.

I thought of who it could be. Felix? Probably not. This wasn't like him. Perhaps it was whoever sent me that parcel. I wasn't certain, but whoever it was, they were a danger to me. I lowly opened one eye, fearful of who it may be, but what heartbroken to see Peter looming over me?

"Have a nice sleep, love?" He sneered. I wanted to scream, and I did…

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I woke with a start, jolting up right; my scream echoing through the cave. I glanced to my left, to see that Peter had gone. There was not a single sign of his presence, apart from the fact that the bed had been slept in and the small patches of blood on the mattress.

I rubbed my eyes and pulled myself up out of the bed, grabbing my clothes that had been strewn across the floor. I dressed myself, alone, in silence, much different to how the clothes had ended up on the floor in the first place.

When I was ready, I threw my bow and arrows over my shoulder and receded down the ladder and followed the winding path, back towards hangman's tree.

I was about halfway there, when I heard rustling in bushes beside me. I grabbed at my bow and drew the string back tight, arrow aimed and ready to shoot. There was silence. My concentration was focused entirely on the bush. I waited for more movement, and sure enough the leaves began to rustle. The sweat was beading on my forehead as I gulped in anxiety and anticipation. I was ready for anything when a blackbird hopped out of the base of the shrub.

Relief washed over me as I let out a sigh and continued on my journey through the forest, constantly worrying as to what could be lying beyond the next corner.

When I reached the camo, I laid down my arsenal near a log, and sat down with my thoughts, holding my head in my hands. I wanted to concentrate. I wanted to think, to know what my dream meant. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

A few of the lost boys would joke as they passed me, saying things like "Where did you go, last night?" I wanted to just ignore them. I needed to concentrate. I was beginning to feel a little hot-headed but the comments kept coming.

"Leave me alone." I muttered under my breath; however the boys took this as ammunition. The remarks became even worse.

"What were you doing M?" One of them called out.

"Or rather, who were you doing?" said another and they all started to laugh.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Enough!" I roared, slamming my fists against the log, but I could feel the tremors echo through the ground beneath my feet and as they reached the boys, they were knocked off of their feet. I looked down at my hands. First the arrow and now this? I wasn't sure what I was doing, let alone how, but something

"I am so sorry.." I reached out towards them, offering them a hand up onto their feet, but they shuffled away from me, eyes wide with fear.

"M," I turned around to see peter sitting on a branch of the large tree our camp was named after. I could feel my eyes watering, but I blinked back the tears, scared of what he might think of me.

"Peter I didn't me-"

"Don't you know the best part about being a lost boy?" He cut across me, but I didn't seem to mind, as he didn't look as though he cared about my "attacking" the lost boys.

"We never apologise." He smiled at me, but I wasn't sure what to do. I smiled back, but it didn't feel right. Some of the boys cheered, nearly all of them, except the ones on the ground. I just ignored the celebration and sat back down where I could collect and process my thoughts.

It wasn't long after that Pan came and sat beside me. I didn't say anything. The last time we had seen each other was last night, and I still didn't understand why he had to leave so soon.

It was Peter who broke the silence, for once, but I wished that he hadn't.

"Have a nice sleep, Love?"

"Why did you say that?" I probably sounded like a crazy person.

"I just wanted to know if you had a nice sleep." He sounded like he didn't know what I was talking about, but I kept telling myself that this was Peter Pan and that if anybody on this island could manipulate me into believing anything, it was him.

"Why did you say it like that?" He was defiantly looking at me like I was crazy person. Maybe I was blowing this out of proportion. I looked down at my hands and toyed with my fingers. Peter reached across and pushed a dark curl of my hair behind my ear.

"I'll ask again, how did you sleep, love?" I looked up at him and smiled.

"Great, thank you." We didn't speak again for the rest of the night.