It was such a simple question, I supposed it would take the average person half a second to answer, but this experience has made me question everything I once thought I knew as well as my right hand.

"I'm… Eva."

He tilted his head to the side, "Eva what?"

"Nothing, I'm just Eva. Okay?"

I turned my back to him, seeing there was water nearby I decided to use it to my advantage.

Kneeling before the small pound, I reached out to cup a hand full. I supposed my days of warm showers had passed and this would have to be the next best thing.

Looking into the water I felt some sort of presence I looked up to see an upside down face starring an inch away from mine. I jumped back, wanting to run from his preying eyes, from this whole stupid situation.

"Stop that!" I yelled in his face as he continued to stare, at least now he was right side up.

"Stop what?" he asked in that same curious way.

I looked to him with a face that wondered if he were serious, "Flying!"

He looked hurt as his feet sunk to the ground, "Flying?"

Wow, this guy was a winner, "Yes. Flying."

His brown eyes looked to the ground and a hand reached to the back of his auburn head, he smirked sort of confused, "Usually girls like that, when I fly I mean."

Girls?

"Well I don't," I answered sharply, "It sort of makes me want to throw up."

I walked past him back to the water still wanting to wet my face, he watched as I passed.

"Well… dontcha wanna know who I am?"

I do think that Pan was running out of ways to get my attention.

"No, I know who you are," I was suddenly reminded of my situation, of who he was, what I was meant to do. Actually make this boy (or whatever he was) want me. I was also reminded of who he was, Peter Pan, the legend, still, kneeling under his shadow he seemed like just a boy, normal as one any other. You know, except for the whole flying thing.

"Well of course you know who I am, everyone does!"

"Then why did you ask?"

"Well I asked you your name…you're not very friendly, are you?" he asked.

I stopped rubbing my face with wet palms, I should at least try be pleasant, shouldn't I? He already thought I was a bitch without common manners.

"I'm sorry Pan, what sort of mood would you be in if someone just forced you to walk the plank?"

"Oh… well where are you from then?"

I paused again, why the hell didn't Hook tell me about this? That Pan happened to be a pretty nosy son of a bitch?

"I'm from… England," I lied.

He cocked his head, "England?" he obnoxiously repeated.

"Yeah, jolly old England. It rains a lot there." I wasn't certain why I lied, I guess I figured that he had a thing for girls from London.

He wasn't seeming to buy my lame story. He had began to walk around me, circling me almost, it kind of reminded me of some sort of cat trying to figure out what it had caught in it's paw before playing with it. I had a hunch he'd never seen anyone like me.

"You don't sound like you're from there, you talk sorta like I do."

"Well I'm probably from a part of England your not familiar with that's all, maybe we're from the same place," I stood up and met him face to face again, less intrusive this time.

He wasn't very tall but he still beat me a couple of inches, I noted how he was dressed in mostly green, he didn't give off the impression of being disgustingly filthy but he definitely wasn't any sort of clean, I'd say scruffy. He smelled like smoke for some reason.

His figure was lean but strong, yet not overly so. He looked different than what I would picture, yet exactly the same. I don't think I'd ever get used to seeing him in person or him starring at me like the way he was, it was all getting to be to much for my hungover self.

"So, what do they say about me there?" he asked a corner of his mouth pulling into a smirk.

The second thing I noted was his self-esteem which he seemed to have enough of to fuel a rocket. His head was tilted back on some sort of punk 'I'm the best there is' angle. Well, he was Peter Pan after all.

Wait... I was Evangeline Hook. Doesn't that count for something cool?

"Oh they say plenty, but to be honest, I didn't believe a word…" I walked past him again looking out into the woods, I was sure he was watching my back still.

"Well you gotta believe now, right?" he asked excited expecting something positive from me in return. After all, who comes to Neverland and regrets it? Perhaps a person who was dragged here against her will.

"I believe…" I scratched the back of my head looking to where he stood, "that I'm hungry."

His smile dimmed for a moment, the whole seen was getting too awkward for me so I walked off the boulder onto the grass that lead to the on coming forest.

'How could anyone expect a girl to get through to this guy? How could they put this whole mess on my shoulders?' Were some of the angered thoughts that flooded my mind as I began to march off, I didn't get far though before he was floating at my side.

"Can I help you?" he asked timidly.

I shot him a nasty glance, then softened my glare with a smile, "What makes you think I need help?"

He shrugged, "I think those screams on Hooky's ship gave you away. What were you doing there exactly Eva, nothing I'm just Eva, Okay?"

I could only stare at him until I remembered what I told him my name was. Alright, so it was cute enough to get me to stop walking.

"So I got myself in a bit of trouble. I'm not like other girls you've met in you past… I'm from a much rougher part of England."

He dropped to the ground in front of me with some sort of smart-ass grin, "But you're still just a girl, you probably need my help to-"

"Just a girl?" I asked cutting off his sentence.

"Yeah, you are a girl aren't you?"

I calmed any anger I was mustering inside me with a much better idea, I smiled as best I could to him, "You're right Pan, I am just a girl..."

He nodded, "Of course I'm right!"

"And if it weren't for you, I'd be dead!" I supposed I had stepped too close to him, he had taken a step away.

"He wouldn't have thought twice, that dog!" he said leaning against the boulder we'd been on. He pulled his dagger from where he wore on his belt and pretended to examine it passing it between his hands.

"Should I thank you then?" I took his hand so he was forced to pay attention to me.

He glanced to me, clutching the blade in his other hand.

"Thank me how?" he asked curiosity taking over his eyes.

I looked down and shrugged, "I would love to do something nice for you… is there anything you want for me to do? You've probably never met a girl like me before… I'm very... bad."

He stared at me for a long moment searching both my eyes before breaking his visage with a wide grin. He snickered under his breathe rising into the air, it seemed he as laughing at me. Naturally, I was offended. Come one, I said I was bad, what man could resist that?

"What's so damn funny?" I asked looking up.

He looked to me and shrugged controlling his laughter, "I'm not sure what you've heard of me, girl."

"What do you mean what I've heard of you? You're Peter Pan, the… the…"

"The what? The legend, the lost boy? You don't probably know me at all..." he raised both his hands behind his head after concealing the dagger back in his belt.

I didn't want to outwardly agree, so I didn't.

"You're right though," he went on from above my head. "I haven't exactly met a girl like you… recently," he continued to laugh at his own words as I crossed my arms below him not bothering to look up. "I don't even think Tiger Lilly's tried that line, and I thought she was the oddest girl I've met!"

"Hahaha," I retorted dryly.

"Clearly there is a reason Hooky brought you here, let's hear it!"

I underestimated this fairytale creation. Greatly.

"Maybe if you get down here I'll explain," I hissed between my teeth, he slowly reached the ground, sitting cross legged on boulder the in front of me.

"Now, you had better listen good Pan," I began trying to get him to look back at me.

"Well on with it Eva, nothing I'm just Eva okay?"

I sighed closing my eyes, I wondered how long until I'd snap and choke him in his sleep.

"Hook… kidnapped me. I don't why. He had this boy take me away from my family last night and then this morning he made me walk the plank. Now I'm here, and I'm still hungry."

Peter cocked his head back, a frown pulling at his features. "Was the boy that took you tall, with dark hair and the Devil's eyes?"

He was looking intently down at me waiting for answer, I nodded, sounded enough like Don to me.

"Don!" he said under his breathe, he looked back to me questioningly.

I shifted awkwardly below his glare. He couldn't read minds along with that flying power could he?

"Hook is a sad man," he finally said jumping down to my side, "but to kidnap an innocent girl, I don't believe that…"

I'm going to kill Don for not thinking up a better plan. He only had what, seventeen years?

"I guess I'm just really fucking lucky then."

I had nothing else to say. This was all becoming a confusing and embarrassing mess and I wasn't even ten minutes into it yet. I turned my back to him catching a glimpse of the pirate ship as it disappeared into the horizon.

Those bastards.

I felt completely alone, and nervous of the fact that I now relied completely on Peter. I only prayed to God he didn't suspect me.

All of a sudden, a rough hand found my wrist and I was jerked backwards.

"Heey, what's the idea Pan?" I cried, looking to his face to see the same frown was back pulling at his features.

"You're coming with me," he didn't sound happy.

"No I'm not! Where are we going?" I tired to pull out of his grasp but it was no use.

He turned to me taking me into his arms, "Hold on."

"Wait, we aren't going…" before I had time to finish my sentence, the feeling of ground was a distant memory. "Please Pan, I'm scared of heights!"

"At the moment girl, that's the least of your worries."

"… the hell does that mean?"

So this wasn't the longest chapter but it certainly gave me a headache for some reason. Anyways, school is finally over and hopefully I'll get a chance to update this really soon!

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I'll love you all even more if you do it again ;)

~Rose