a/n: hey guys! Sorry for the severely long wait! To make it up to you, I put a small bit of fluff in this chapter. Enjoy!c:

I charged blindly through the forest, the image of that creature lunging for my throat replaying in my head. I was charged with fear. I was confused and lost and I just wanted desperately to go home-

I tripped over something in my path and went sprawling on the forest floor.

I sat up to see that I had, however randomly- and quite literally- stumbled upon the boy I had met the night of tinkerbell's wedding. "James," I whispered, crawling toward the boy lying still on the ground. He was cut up, his shirt torn, and he looked as though he hadn't seen food or water in days.

Without thinking twice, I helped him to his feet. He was only half conscious; his eyes drifted lazily around until they focused on me. "Am I dead?" he asked, "Because you are certainly an angel."

I rolled my eyes. "You're not dead. Yet. We need to get you-"

"A very dirty angel," he said, gesturing to what I guessed was my hair, or head in general. He smiled weakly. "That's okay. You're still pretty."

"Oh, James," I sighed. I wrapped an arm around his waist and draped one of his arms around my shoulder. "You owe me big time for this," I said.

"For what?" he asked, confused.

"For saving your life, idiot."

It was dark by the time I finally found the cave entrance, the sun was barely visible above the treetops. I was on the verge of passing out having to carry a gown teenage boy though a forest for hours. When I recognized the cave entrance, I called out Peter's name before my knees buckled and gave out under me.

A few seconds later Peter appeared. He ran to where I was and dropped down to the ground next to me, inspecting me for injuries.

I shook my head and said, "Help him." Peter looked confused, as if he didn't even notice the boy beside me. As soon as he took James in though, he called for Gingsley and Mundin.

The two ran out moments later. "Oh, dear," Gingsley said.

"Help him inside the cave, get him food and water," Peter commanded.

The two immediately did as he said, hauling James up and dragging him through the wall of vines.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Peter looked at me, his forest green eyes laced with disdain. "I let you go for a few hours, and you come back with a new project."

"You're such a saint," I said, the sarcasm failing in my weak throat.

Peter didn't disagree, merely wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me to my feet.

"I want the pretty one," I could hear James saying as the lost boys milled around him, "where's the girl?"

I passed by and looked steadily at him.

"My angel," James said with a smile.

"They'll probably knock you out if you aren't quiet soon," I warned.

"We will anyway," I heard Gingsley say reassuringly from across the cave.

James rolled his eyes. "Relax, love."

Peter pushed me ahead of him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and before I knew it I was being lowered into my bed.

Peter disappeared and came back with a cup of water and a loaf of bread. I devoured the bread and drank the water greedily.

Peter smiled.

"What?" I asked, defensive.

"You're nothing like Wendy," he observed, "but I think you're more like her than I would have ever guessed."

"I'm guessing that's a good thing?"

Peter shared that secret smile with me and leaned forward so that he was hovering over me. His face merely inches from mine, he stole my breath.

"I think you're growing on me," he said, and kissed me on the cheek. "Sweet dreams," he whispered.

I touched my cheek tenderly when he left, a warm sensation building under my skin, making a fiery path to my heart.

a/n: looks like James is trying to make his way to Grace as well... uh oh. This could spell trouble for neverland! Till next time, review please!ccc: Peace!