It was so hard to just sit still, knowing that there were two people behind the restraints of the camp, who held a secret which affected me. I was sitting on a log now, my head held in my hands. I couldn't even cross my legs or scratch my head without a lost boy jumping up and rushing over to me. Sitting here, was worse than the cage, because here, freedom was just a breath away, but completely unattainable.

Thinking of the cage, reminded me of Wendy. I wished Tinkerbelle had taken her with us, but at that time, I didn't even know who was freeing me. Wendy could have been safer inside the cages walls, but now I was back at the camp whilst she was till caged, and I never even got to say good-bye to her.

I got up from my seat, only to have a half dozen lost boys, rush up to me, telling me to sit down, and that Pan said I couldn't leave, but I ignored them and crossed the camp to sit beside Felix. He sniggered at some of the boys expressions, when he told them, as long as I stay within the camp, I'm fine. They looked at Felix as if he had just committed a treasonous crime, punishable by death, but they returned to their posts and remained quiet after that.

I wasn't quite sure how to say it to Felix, without one of Peter's minions running of to tell him, so I tried my best to be inconspicuous, But this isn't so easily achieved when you have eyes on you all the time, so I just came out and said "Why did you warn me?"

Felix shifted his weight a little, as he was getting uncomfortable in the situation. "I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbled, not wanting to make a big deal of anything, but I was persistent on the topic.

"You didn't want what happened to Wendy to happen to me. Why?" Felix shook his head in despair.

"I don't want to talk about it" He said, barely looking up from under his hood, just enough to make eye contact. He reached with his hand to touch the gruesome scar that ran across his face.

"You tried to save her." I whispered. "That's how you got that scar." Suddenly things began to piece themselves together in my mind, as everything became clearer. Felix was looking away, embarrassed of his secret. I placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "It's okay to love her," He looked up at me. The boy who and always been so hard, now looked broken.

"You can't tell Pan." He pleaded, "If he found out, he'd kill her." I thought of Wendy, back in the cage. She had never even spoken of Felix. I wondered whether Felix's feelings were returned or not.

"I won't say it to anyone" I promised, "But you'll have to help me get out of here." Felix looked at me as though I had just grown a second head. I knew it was asking for the impossible, but I had to find Hook or Tinkerbelle and get some answers.

"M," he sighed, "I wish I could, but I can't make that happen," I was incredibly disheartened, but Felix still had some advice for me. "Just lay low. Get on Pans good side, and he might give you just enough space so you can get some answers" he smiled.

"Thanks Felix" I smiled back, and got up, only to be chastised by the lost boys again, until I sat back down on my log, as the other side of the camp. It was beginning to get dark and Peter had not returned to camp yet.

The boys had already lit a fire, and a few returned with a kill for dinner. The nightly celebrations were in full swing, beneath the stars, and I was beginning to doze off, before Peter finally returned.

He had snuck into the camp, without drawing much attention to himself, something I didn't know he was capable of doing, as he always seemed to make an entrance. He approached me and barked "Get your things."

I stared at him for a moment, a little dumbfounded. I wasn't quite sure how to respond, but to grab my bow and arrow and to follow him, not that I had much choice, as his solid grip on my wrist pulled me along behind him.

Through the trees, he brought me, in a south-westerly direction. "Where are you taking me?" I questioned him, but he didn't respond. He was focused on the journey a foot, and didn't seem to have the time to stop and explain, so I tried to resist his consistent tugging, to the point where I kicked him in the stomach, so he lay on the ground, drawing my arrow and aiming it at his forehead. "Tell me where we are going, now."

He laughed and as I blinked, he disappeared, only to apparate behind me, where he wrapped his resilient arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides and rendering my weaponry useless. "I have a job for you" He whispered into my ear, "And it requires your special skill."

"That doesn't tell me where you're taking me, now does it?" I retorted.

"You're bright, aren't you?" He laughed, "If you must know, I'm taking you to the Indian camp. I have some unfinished business there."

I thought about what Felix had said, about getting on Peters good side, and figured that doing this for him, could be my ticket to finding the answers I need, but I had to be certain. "And why should I help you?" I teased. Peter grabbed my thigh, hiking up my skirt.

"There are other ways to lady's heart," I pushed his hands back down, and turned, taking a few steps back from him, trying to lead him on, get him to want more.

"But you aren't a lady," He said huskily, "You're only a girl." He provoked. "A lost girl" Peter began to edge closed, but before he could get too close, I placed a hand on his chest.

"I believe I've been found." He leaned in, his lips barely brushing against mine.

"I'll be the judge of that." He whispered against my mouth. Grabbing my hand, he continued to lead me towards the Indian camp.