A/N: So, this chapter is just trying to build their relationship. Nothing special.

I could really use a beta, so if anyone would like to be that person, just let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Twilight or Neverland. I only own this story and my own characters.

Previously on Neverland:

He stood up, dropping my hand in the process, only to storm out of the cabin. A loud roar was to be heard.

Looking at the medicine man, I was confused. "What just happened?"

"That young man takes everything to heart. My dear he's just upset with your story, and is a little jealous. Nothing to be worried about."

"Jealous? What does he have to be jealous over?"

"I believe he would like to be the one you call your savior."

"What? Why?"

"You don't know all of our stories. I think that it's time that you learned them."

Not knowing how to deal with Pallaton's sudden anger, I decided to ignore it for the time being, no matter how much it hurt to do so.

Old Quil said that he wanted to tell me their stories, but we concluded that it would be best to wait for that.

I walked around outside, watching everyone interact with each other. The people were still weary with me, and I couldn't blame them. I was someone new to their never-changing society. No one knew how to handle me, how to approach me.

So, I sat down on an empty log, just looking around. There was so much happiness here. Everyone worked in harmony, depending on one another, helping each other out. It wasn't a perfect society, as there is no such thing, but it was a society that worked.

I had learned about this type of society in my sociology class. Gemeinshaft. The people of the society work in intimate relationships for the good of the society. Damn.

This kind of society is rare. It is seen as a subculture to the rest of the surrounding culture.

It wasn't selfish, and you could see that. Each person cares for everyone else.

It was such a terrific change from what I had to witness every day of my life. Back home, people are so self-interested, that they turn into money hungry assholes.

I smiled as Jacy came over to me, taking my hand and walking me over to a group of girls. They began fussing over me, speaking quickly in their native tongue.

After a few minutes, they moved away slightly, looking at what they did. I looked down at my body, feeling the new jewelry that adorned my neck. Beautifully shaped and colored pebbles were held together with a string. The stones were a brown color, differing in shades and sizes.

I fingered at the beads, feeling a strong sense of belonging tugging at my heart. I looked around at these women, and loved the acceptance they were giving me.

Jacy and the other girls began giggling and pointing, but then quickly hushed, leaving me very confused. None of them spoke any English, and I didn't even know what language they were speaking.

I felt something on my head. Squawking, I quickly stood, only to see a blushing boy standing in front of me. I looked down at the ground, seeing a pretty headband of flowers. Picking it up, I fingered the delicate white and blue petals that adorned the tiny flowers. I never saw these types of flowers back at home, so they were interesting to look at.

The boy took them from my hand, reaching to place them on my head once again. He smiled at me, a twinkle in his eyes. Smiling back, I reached out to touch his hand. "Thank you." The redness in his cheeks increased as he just stared at me.

A large, hot arm reached around my middle, pulling me back into a hard body. The body was vibrating, and I heard large growls. I recognized the feel of the body, and turned around.

Placing my hands on his chest, I whispered to him. "Hey, Pallaton. Don't worry. It's okay. I'm okay. Shhh. It's okay." I rubbed my hands back and forth, trying to soothe him.

His eyes, nearly black the pupils were so large, snapped down to meet mine. There was so much anger, so much pain, so much uncertainty in those eyes. Pallaton let out a small noise that was similar to a whine, and picked me up off of the ground, sticking his nose in my hair. I could hear him sniffing at me and, though I should have been creeped out by the animalistic act, I ran my fingers through his hair, helping to comfort him. I let my feet dangle off of the ground and just waited for him to calm down.

When he pulled away, Pallaton's eyes were returning back to the deep brown that I know him to have. He put me down on the ground, but then held onto my elbow and tugged me into a different direction.

I let him lead me away from the rest of the tribe, and over to a little clearing on the side of a hill. Pallaton laid down on the ground, looking at me, as if he expected me to do the same. I laid next to him, but not close enough to touch him. I didn't like the way my body responds to him. It's too confusing and much for me to handle.

He pointed up at the sky, and said something in his native language. I looked over at him, seeing him look over at me, but he continued to thrust his finger up towards the sky. I figured he might have wanted me to tell me what it was in English. So, I said, "Sky."

He gulped and opened his mouth, trying to shape his mouth to form the word.

"S-S-Sk-Sk." His eyebrows furrowed as he got frustrated with his stuttering.

"Sky. Sk-ay."

"S-Sk-ay. Sky." I smiled and nodded at him, giggling when he looked so happy.

"Sky." He kept saying it.

The, Pallaton pointed at the ground, running his fingers through the dark green blades that jutted from the ground.

"Grass." I said it slowly, watching his eyes focus on my mouth.

"G-Gra-Grassss." I nodded again, earning a great smile.

Pallaton turned over towards me, reaching for my hand. I turned on my side, allowing his long fingers to play with my hand. He treated me like a piece of glass, lightly touching mine.

"Hand."

It took a couple tries, but he got it.

His lithe fingers traveled up my arm to rest at my elbow. After he got that word, he moved on up to my shoulder. That one, he had a hard time with, but we worked through his frustration.

He then gulped. When his hands reached over to move along the column of my neck, I realized how close we had gotten. My body was nearly humming in pleasure at the proximity of our bodies, and I was getting scared.

Backing away from the intense look in his eyes, I stood up. He got a really confused look on his face, and stood to walk to me.

What he said, sounded like "Quo-oh-KAY-th-chid?" The way he ended his word or phrase, was lifted in tone, leading me to believe that he was asking me something. However, I had no idea what that could possibly be.

I stepped away from him, never leaving my back towards him. 'I just need to get my mind clear and get away from everything.' I tried to convince myself.

He followed my every move, step for step. It was like some choreographed dance, like strings connected our bodies. Finally, I just stopped. I felt something slither atop of my foot, and I froze. The thing with snakes, is to not make any sudden movements. They will feel threatened. I was so lucky that I'm not afraid of snakes.

I looked down at it, and watched it move. It was a large snake, easily three or four times my size in length and it had the width of my upper thigh. It's skin was a beautiful dark green color, with a gorgeous design all along it. I couldn't tell if it was poisonous, but with the way that Pallaton tensed up, with his now onyx eyes watching the movement of the slithery being, I began to fear for my life.

He crouched, like an animal that was coiled, ready to spring in attack. The snake stopped, lifting up a part of it's body, hissing.

I stood frozen, the snake was beginning to wrap around my leg, making me frightened. I couldn't relax any of the muscles in my body. I was too afraid.

Pallaton growled, noticing the movement. Then, there was silence, as if the entire surrounding woods was waiting for something to happen.

All of a sudden, Pallaton lunged at the snake, quickly crushing the head in his hand. I immediately felt the strong muscles surrounding my calf, relax. I watched, horrified, as the once powerful and feared serpent hung lifeless in his arms.

I jumped into Pallaton's arms, trying to climb my way up his gigantore of a body. He dropped the snake. My whole body was trembling, still working on the adrenaline from the fear. I whimpered as his arms wound around me, pulling me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I immediately felt safe. I missed home so much, along with the feel of the protective 'daddy hugs.'

This hug, while still giving me a sense of home and security, gave a different feeling than a 'daddy hug.'

This was a 'lover's hug.' It warmed me up, sending a shiver clear down my spine.

And, while that thought freaked me out, I still held on tightly.

I almost cried, continuing to whimper into his neck. I breathed in his scent. Holy Spirits! The scent of this man nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. It was a pure aroma of man; spicy, musky, and sweaty. I was very close to drooling. It was like the scent of him sunk down deep into my body, through every pore, and soothed me to my core.

He sat down, leaving me on his lap, and just continued to hold me. His hands moved to rub my back in comforting motions. My near panic attack had subsided along with the trembling, but I just stayed there in his embrace.

I moved my arms to underneath his, trying to reach as far around his body as I could, gripping the strong muscles on his back.

Pallaton rocked my body back and forth, gently, and I felt myself falling asleep. As I drifted off, I could faintly hear him singing something in his language, and it sounded something like a lullaby.

There was a rumbling coming from his chest, representing something like a purr.

When I awoke, we were still in that same clearing, only now, it was getting close to sundown, the sky was darkening with an orange hue across the horizon.

I looked down to see Pallaton sleeping, and my body was draped on top of his. However, I couldn't move, because his arms were locked around me, his hands gripped at the dress that adorned my body, on the small of my back. I decided to use this chance to study Pallaton as closely as I possibly could.

His face was always so handsome, and that certainly did not change when he was asleep.

He really did have a gorgeous facial structure, high cheekbones and a strong jaw.

His eyelashes were so long, gently resting on his cheeks.

His nose was not too big, and not too small; not too pointy, but not too round.

His skin was unblemished, no scars or marks disfiguring the exquisite russet color.

He didn't snore, as if he wanted to stay alert for something.

Looking back up at the sky, I sighed. 'There goes another day away from home.'

The sky sure looked beautiful like this.

I looked back down at Pallaton, gasping when I saw that he was awake, his eyes watching me carefully, his gaze intense.

I felt the telltale sign of my blush coming on, and I knew that I couldn't help it. The man is just too beautiful for his own good.

I was unable to pull my eyes away from his, and it did not look like he was going to be looking away any time soon. It was as if there was some magnetic connection drawing us together.

We laid there as time went by, I can not tell you how much time actually passed, but the sky continually darkened until it could not anymore. Even though it was nearly pitch-black outside, there seemed to be some sort of glow surrounding us, that allowed us to see each other perfectly.

Pallaton continued to hold me against him, and his eyes just seemed to drink me in. As the moments went by, his eyes softened more and more, showing increasingly more love swirling in them.

My heart fluttered as I looked at him. I want so many things just looking at him. I want to hold him, I want to kiss him, I want to just make him smile, I want to do anything that he would ever ask of me. And that thought scared the living shit out of me.

"Why do I feel so connected to you? Why do I feel the need to be close to you? Why do I want to be with you at your side, always and forever?"

Pallaton just cocked his head to the side, a confused look overtaking his handsome face.

I sighed. "That's right. You can't understand me. And I can't understand you. What a pair we make."

Gently pushing at him, I tried to convey to him that I wanted to get up. I need to be away from him.

Finally, he got the hint, unraveling his arms from around my body. I felt strangely cold as I stood. It wasn't just the normal 'I'm cold after being cocooned in a large winter blanket for a few hours' cold, it was a sort of bone-deep chill. It was as if something was missing, from both my heart and my body.

It was hard to distinguish from where the biting pain was coming. Maybe I'm just missing home more than I had thought I was. I was trying not to think about home, predominantly because I cannot handle that type of pain. Missing Momma, Daddy, my friends, hell even mean-old Mrs. Geoffrey, was too much to bear. The entire tribe was so special to me, we were a family, and I couldn't stomach to think of a time that I did not have them with me.

However, when I heard Pallaton whimper and, the moment he touched me with a feather-light finger, the eerie chill left my body, only to be filled with warmth.

He left his hand to touch my shoulder as we walked back to the tribe. As we arrived, Pallaton took my hand and tugged my arm in the direction of a little hut. I followed him, and he led me inside, gesturing over to the area with the bed.

As if he were reluctant to do so, he let go of my hand and turned around, walking away. I watched as his massive form disappeared behind the large tribal mantle that covered the doorway. Wrapping my arms around my midsection, I sighed. I can't just let this man get under my skin. It just does not make any sense.

Laying down on the make-shift bed, I snuggled under the blanket, willing my body to warm up like it had before when Pallaton was with me.

That night, I tossed and turned, my sleep plagued with nightmares of the monsters with the blood-red eyes, and dreams of the large wolf and Pallaton.

Waking up the next morning completely exhausted, I walked out of the cabin, only to have Jacy and another woman squeal at me. They grabbed my hands, pulling me over to the pond to bathe. Jacy handed me a couple leaves and motioned for me to chew on them. It was disgusting, but I heard about something like that before at the school on the reservation. Our people used to need to chew on these leaves for their teeth. It's not like there was any toothpaste around.

The other woman then handed me another leaf, and I sniffed it, recognizing it to be a mint leaf. I chewed thoroughly on it, loving the minty feeling I was tasting. I was handed another dress, and I was shown how to wash the dress from the day before.

When we were finished, I decided to just walk around the tribe to see what everyone with their day.

Most of the men took their turns going out on their canoes to go fishing, while others took their bows and arrows and large knives to go land hunting.

Seeing a couple of the women work with thread, I watched them with curiosity. They set up long pieces of string and worked other pieces through them, weaving them back and forth, creating beautiful blankets and shawls. It was amazing to watch.

Other women were also working with thread, but they were making jewelry. I sat down with them, trying to immerse myself in the gorgeous crafting. They had young men work holes in the through stones, so that the thread could go through them.

One of the women smiled at me and handed me a basket full of the more thin strings. I realized that they couldn't use these pieces, so I picked a two of the browns, greens, and blues. Finding something to be able to hold onto the string as I worked, I folded the threads in half, tying a knot.

I began to work, hunched over my hands, quickly creating a pattern. My nimble fingers moved rapidly, twisting and pulling at the threads in familiar movements. It was a simple type of friendship bracelet, and it had me missing my friends. My own wrists were completely absent of the ones that were made for me because the doctor cut them off.

I don't know how long I worked that day. No one bothered me that day, leaving me in my work. I finished rather quickly, happy with my work. I frowned when I realized how long I unconsciously made the work; too long for my wrist, but not long enough to be a necklace. Looking up, I jumped back, not expecting to see Pallaton sitting in front of me, watching me with that intense gaze of his.

"How long were you sitting here?" I asked him, not expecting an answer from him.

He just smiled at me, once again taking my breath away. He was really too attractive for his own good. His hair was pulled back in a braid, making his features more prominent, as they were not being hidden by the curtain of his silky raven locks. I smiled back, almost shyly as a thought came to my mind.

Scooting over to him, I stretched for his hand. Placing it in my lap, I wrapped the bracelet around his wrist, closing my eyes when I saw that it fit him perfectly. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes focused on the bracelet. His eyes were unreadable, not that it was ever easy for me to read him.

"May I?" I asked him, pointlessly, as I knew that he couldn't understand me.

Pallaton looked up at me, his other hand reaching up to my head. I wanted to cry as he gently traced his fingers along my face. He gazed at me a look of such adoration, and I was lost in those deep brown orbs.

His fingers lightly trailed over my eyes, and I closed them in response. He ghosted his fingers over my lips, and they parted on their own. I opened my eyes as I felt him push my hair behind my ear.

His eyes traveled down to the bracelet I was still holding to his wrist, and back up to meet my eyes. I carefully twisted the thread, knotting it to the loop. Grabbing the knife that was sitting in the basket, I cut the end of the bracelet, smiling at my work.

I was quickly picked up by Pallaton, who crushed me to his body in a hug. I just held onto him, confused by his actions.

"He is grateful to you for making the wristlet." I looked up to see Old Quil watching us, a smile on his wrinkled face. "You see, in our tribe, a woman making a man a piece of jewelry means that he is someone very special to her."

"What about that boy that gave me the flower head band?"

"That was just him accepting you into the tribe, my dear."

"Oh."

"I have never seen that kind of a bracelet before. You know, as soon as he came back from his duty, Pallaton sat down in front of you and watched you make it. You didn't even notice as he sat there for hours, just looking at you."

"Why do I feel this way?"

"I do believe that we held this off as long as we could. It is time you understood."

So I don't know how to feel about this chapter, but it felt necessary to me. I really want you to understand her conflicting feelings with Pallaton (I will be shortening it soon enough.) I thought it was absolutely adorable when he was trying to learn English. He's really trying for her. Thank you to those who favorited/reviewed/ or is following.

~Ariya-angels