A/N: Love you guys! Reviews are my best friend. =]
And I'm so sorry, but I've got heaps of stuff jam packed into the next two days and I'm sitting here, almost 11, needing to awaken early in the morning with chapter eleven maybe 2/10 pages done. So the next chapter will be a minimum of two days, my time (which, considering most people don't share my timezone looks to be less for you) but it will be up definitely by Saturday (again, my time, so possibly Friday for you). In the meanwhile, enjoy this chapter! Thanks for reading!
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Lost in the Wild

Present Day

"I left clothes for you on the bed!" a voice cut into Indigo's sleep. "Meet me downstairs in ten minutes."

Indigo's eyes snapped open as her body shot upwards, her heart beating irregularly in excitement at the prospect of freedom. No way. Had Pan just said –

She was quick about getting washed up and slipping into the clothes that Pan had dumped on the bed. She had to admit, they seemed a lot cleaner than the rags the Lost Boys seemed to wear. But then again, she mused as she pulled on the pants, they probably hadn't been worn in a while. The shirt and tunic Indigo pulled on over the top were massively huge but it only took minor adjustments using household magic and a belt to fix them. Looking at herself in a temporary mirror she nodded appreciatively at the girl staring back at her. What she wouldn't give for a hair brush though…

"Indigo!"

She practically jumped down the stairs at the sound of Pan's voice, landing almost as lightly as he seemed to do it. With a little more practice, perhaps she could do it silently. However, her thoughts were broken by something that came flying at her, catching a spark of light as it flew. She jumped aside to avoid it, finding a sword fallen on the ground next to her.

"You were supposed to catch it," Meron almost sang as he ran past on his daily ten laps around the campsite.

Looking up at Pan who had obviously thrown the sword from a few metres away, Indigo questioned him. He wasn't aiming at her, which she found oddly strange, instead he had thrown the sword hilt first, intending her to catch it. Of course, her co-ordination wasn't that attuned if she wasn't expecting it.

"Pick it up," he ordered, as the sound of him unsheathing his own sword rang through the campsite. Taking a quick glance around curiously, Indigo noted that all the other lost boys milling about the camp didn't carry swords – only Pan. So as she leant down to pick it up, she was a little confused about why he was letting her hold it.

"I take it you know how to swordfight," he grinned.

The Enchanted Forest - 294 Years Ago

"Is she awake yet?"

"She swallowed an awful lot of water Captain. Honestly, I've never seen anyone's lungs hold that much."

"Well the girl simply fell out of the sky. I have no doubt she has other hidden talents we've yet to discover. Why isn't she bound? Do I have to do everything around here?"

There was a sound of multiple pairs of scuffling feet as Anabelle's memories came rushing back. The skyward trip to Neverland hadn't taken her beyond the Enchanted Forest as Tinkerbell had suggested, but rather headlong into a storm that threw her out of the sky. She woke up on the deck of a ship, coughed up the ocean from her lungs and fell into darkness again, the sudden collapse of her magic causing a chain reaction in her consciousness.

She'd heard that a hidden menace was stalking the other world, and having gotten sick of fighting the Enchanted Forest's problems, she wanted out. Anabelle needed a different view and a different problem to solve – Neverland seemed the easiest way out.

But now, as she heard the footsteps walking away, she was eager to open her eyes and see where these people had taken her. Judging by the salty smell, she was still upon the ship. The one thing she hoped she didn't see though, were pirates.

Anabelle had met pirates before. Conniving thieving bastards they were – stealing the only money that she actually had pettily whilst they were drunk. She'd been out on the streets for a while after that. And by out on the streets, she meant under a tree.

So when she opened her eyes and the room was empty, she breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that she was lying on a hard wooden floor, trapped behind bars. It didn't take very much time for her to simply melt the lock and swing the door open. Creeping into the darkness, she heard footsteps making their way back downstairs and the moment she saw a body, a magical wall appeared in front of it, knocking the man to the ground.

Stepping over his unconscious body, she made her way up the narrow staircase only to find her way blocked by a man in a dark jacket. Looking up at his figure she asked hesitantly, "Pirate?"

"Captain Killian Jones," the man answered. She didn't wait for him to say anything else, but pushed him aside with a swift force of magic. He staggered momentarily before taking a few steps after her and pulling a dagger from his boot that she heard and turned around.

"Seriously?" she questioned, her hands open in front of her, beckoning him forward. She'd just broken out of the brig effortlessly and he still wanted to fight her. He ran at her directly and she pushed him aside easily, not seeing the dagger that he threw as he fell. He had good aim, she thought as her sleeve connected with the wood of the ship, pinning her. She pulled it out quickly, but not quick enough. The captain was back, sword at her heart, and a pistol in his other hand just in case.

"I'm not taking any precautions," he started, shifting his weapons pointedly, "I thought your falling out of the sky was a little too magical, so we aren't on the best of terms at the moment."

Jones took a moment before asking, "So where are you from?"

"Not here."

"Funnily enough," he commented, "We're in the middle of the ocean so I had figured that much out for myself. How did you get here I should say? People don't fly."

"Where is here?" she enquired, not worried about the sword before her, "Did I make it to Neverland?"

"Neverland?" Jones asked, "I should think not. That place is a living hell. No, this is the Jolly Roger."

"Oh!" Anabelle suddenly realised, "You're that Captain Jones!"

"You know me?"

"The Queen complains about you a lot," she replied, having just come from giving magical assistance to her in the form of a healing plant. "Probably because the King won't shut up about you."

"You know the Queen?" he continued, a little shocked, relaxing his grip. "And the king?"

"Truth be told, he's a little put out," Anabelle explained, "but that happens when your best Captain dies and the crew turns pirate. It seems like a rather horrible existence Captain," Anabelle continued as she stretched her neck in a round circle before flinging the sword from him with a quick wave, stopping the bullet that came from his gun with her other hand.

"You would've shot me?" Anabelle asked, feigning an affronted look.

"Who are you?" Killian said, taking a step back it what could almost be described as fear. His footing slipped and he stumbled into some netting and onto the deck. She took one look at him and said, "My name's Anabelle. And my dear Captain, you are one pirate I happen to not have the predisposition to hate."

"Lucky me," he said, shifting up onto his elbow.

"You are lucky Captain," Anabelle replied, putting out her hand in his assistance. "At least I'm not going to shoot you."

He eyed her curiously for a moment before taking her arm.

"What do you want from me?"

Anabelle looked at him out of the corner of her eye. It wasn't a bad view to have for a while. And she was surprised by the idea that hit her next. If she was to fight the shadow that plagued Neverland, she'd need a little more than magic.

"Swordfighting," she replied, a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

"Sure," the Captain replied, a little taken aback at her sudden eagerness for violence. "But I think you might want to get some sleep. You flew through the night."

"I'm fine," Anabelle replied. "Besides, I don't trust you not to kill me in my sleep. Honestly, I can last on a few minutes sleep for a-"

She stumbled back as a wave of dizziness hit her. Surely she hadn't been using that much magic to get there. And yet, her body was feeling the effects of it. The last thing she saw was Killian Jones' face as he caught her and she faded, once more, into unconsciousness.

Anabelle awoke in a bed. Her pounding head was healed away in seconds as she stood up and began to explore the room. It took a few moments for her to adjust to the rocking ship as she walked around a desk and a few bookshelves before the doors opened and she spun around, hands raised and ready to defend herself.

The captain had his hands out, weapon free, and she lowered her own. "I see you're feeling a little more lively," he said.

"When did you want to start training?" Jones asked, walking to his cupboard.

"Whenever you're ready," Anabelle replied, finding herself shocked as he threw a sheathed sword at her. She used magic to slow down its descent, catching it easily and pulling it from its sheath.

"Rule one," Jones said as she followed him out onto the deck. He turned on her and said with a smiling gleam in his eye. "No magic."

Present Day

"Fight back Indigo!" Pan cried as he spun Indigo's sword from her for the umpteenth time. "This is child's play. You have no idea how to even keep your sword!"

"Well maybe if you taught me rather than just attacking me," Indigo replied heftily, severely annoyed, "then I'd have a chance."

"I'm not even attacking you," Pan replied, handing her back her sword, "If I was, you'd be dead. Now, again."

She raised her sword as he came forward once more. She blocked his every thrust, dodging every blow – and yet this time she saw why he was consistently on the upper hand. His feet barely touched the ground. Pan wasn't worrying about footwork – he was simply flying.

Indigo knew that Pan didn't fight fair, she just didn't realise that he was doing it now. And so, channelling her power through the sword as an extension of herself, she found herself no longer underhanded, but taking the offensive. It was mere seconds before she had him pinned against a tree, his sword in her left hand and hers at his throat. He was breathing heavily as a wide smile graced her face as she murmured, "You need to tell me the rules before the game starts."

She let Pan go, twisting her sword around loosely in her hand. As he watched Indigo's retreating back, he rubbed at his neck with a smug smile. She was lost alright – lost and loving it.

"What next?" she asked, turning around as she looked up at the various things set up around the camp. Indigo let the sword go throwing it back to Pan who caught it easily and threw it on a pile of weapons a few metres away. From the same pile which he rummaged through, he pulled out a crossbow and grinned, swinging back to Indigo's excited face.

"Target practice."

The Enchanted Forest - 294 years ago

"The first boy I ever loved left me."

They were sitting beneath the moon. A few days had passed and Anabelle was beginning to feel at home upon the Jolly Roger. Two empty bottles rolled across the ship as she finished telling the Captain her story. They sat across from each other, so close that their knees were interlocked. Beneath the stars, Killian saw the shine of her hair escaping from her braid and reached out to touch it. Anabelle looked back up at him curiously as brought his hand down to touch her face gently.

"You don't have to love him forever."

The words hit home to Anabelle as she looked at the man in front of her. He was one of those weird people who got incredibly philosophical when he was inebriated. And he was so close…

His lips closed the distance between them swiftly. He was the first man she'd kissed in seven hundred years – she couldn't believe she'd waited that long. Anabelle kissed him back momentarily, tasting the rum on his breath, before pulling away and biting down on her lip apologetically.

"Maybe we should try this again when we aren't drunk," she admitted.

"I'm not drunk," Jones replied, a little too loudly and fervently.

"I'm a lot older than you Captain," Anabelle answered with a small, standing up. "I know how to hold my liquor."

"Come on Anabelle," Jones began before realising he was a little unsteady on his feet as he stood up. "Okay…maybe sleep is a good idea."

"And maybe if you're lucky I'll heal away the after effects tomorrow morning," Anabelle continued as he walked into his quarters. She followed him inside saying, "I think you should have your bed back tonight. The window has to be uncomfortable."

Jones was disinclined to refuse Anabelle's offer, and collapsed drunkenly on the bed as she took the blanket at the window and curled up on the cushions, staring out into the darkness as she drifted off to sleep.

Present Day

Indigo had no problems firing an arrow at Pan. He was right – it was exhilarating. So exhilarating in fact that the moment he caught the arrow she threw the unloaded crossbow at him and said, "Shoot it at me."

Pan loaded the crossbow quickly, lining it up with Indigo's heart. Her hands were glowing with magic in order to catch the arrow. Pan was fully prepared to pull the trigger until, well, he hesitated. He'd spent centuries honing his magic and abilities. Catching an arrow was a trick that took him almost a hundred years. This girl was nowhere near his age. She may have been older than she looked, but even if her magic was extreme, this was refined. So he lowered the crossbow momentarily before turning and shooting it across the campsite at a target.

"Archery and daggers," he continued, dumping the crossbow and nodding his head towards the targets. "Move it."

Unfortunately for him, Indigo saw his moment of weakness. She'd wanted to see just how willing he was to keep her around and boy, did he want her. As she grabbed a bow and quiver as well as several daggers, Pan set up the two targets, one six metres away, and one fifteen.

"I'm not expecting you to hit the fifteen," Pan explained as he pulled out his own dagger and threw it fifteen metres in a straight line, cutting through the air like butter. It landed only centimetres from the direct centre of the target. At first Indigo thought he'd missed, but the next moment she realised that that was where a human heart would be.

"You might need to re-evaluate your expectations Pan," Indigo smiled, taking her position in front of the target. Almost worried that she would out do him, Pan touched her arm saying, "New rule: no magic".

"I don't need magic for this," she replied, closing one eye and letting her arm fly. Pan had thought she was aiming at the six metre, but when he saw it land in the centre of the fifteen, his jaw almost dropped. For a moment he simply wanted to take Indigo back upstairs and ravish her. He never thought that a girl throwing knives would turn him on.

"Lost girl," Pan suddenly said.

"What?" Indigo questioned spinning around.

"I'm going to go," Pan said suddenly, taking a few steps back.

"You're leaving me alone?" Indigo was confused. He'd seemed so intent on keeping her around and now he was giving her the opportunity to leave.

"It's clear you don't need anyone Indigo," Pan smiled as he turned away. "Stick around – we're having a party for you tonight."

She turned back to the targets with her bow and arrow and began shooting at them targets easily. The lost boys began flooding back into the camp as sunset came around. Felix began the fire with quick friction between his hands. Initially, she sat on the side of the circle. A few of the lost boys who had visited her in the tent smiled and said hello, but it wasn't until the food came out that she realised how much she genuinely missed eating. She'd been surviving on water and berries for the last week and the meat that was being passed around suddenly seemed like the most appetising thing she'd ever seen.

The boys laughed loudly as they ate, sharing stories of what they'd done across the island during the day. It was almost an hour later that Pan came up behind her to sit beside her. Stealing some of the food off her plate he asked, "Having fun?"

"Not much happening," Indigo replied honestly, her eyes turning to Pan in expectation.

"Boys!" Pan called out, "The party needs livening up!"

Cries of 'Dancing!' echoed amongst the boys. Catcalls echoed through the night as the boys grabbed their sticks. Felix, seeming tired with the entire thing turned away and began to climb up his tree to his perch above his tree house.

"Come on," Pan started, pulling her up by her hand.

"I don't dance," Indigo protested as she pulled her hand out of his.

"For me?" he asked, his hand held out and a sparkle in his eyes.

She sighed loudly before relenting, running into the melee and beginning to feel the rhythm the boys were beating. The dance wasn't as chaotic as she'd first envisioned. In fact, each boy knew the steps, and she didn't. It was Pan who held out two sticks to her and stood extremely close to her, muttering into her ear, "Feel the rhythm. That's all it takes my lost girl."

Indigo began to shut him out, but she found that she couldn't. It was like his words were infused with the beats of the music…and her body began to move. Jump forward, jump back, touch sticks, jump back, turn around…

She realised it was a lot like fighting. Pan was grinning at her as he jumped away into the middle of the circle and began to play sharp notes into his flute. He danced on his own as the party continued, eyeing Indigo intently over his flute. He couldn't help but admire her quick descent into the feel of the lost boys. Her hair flew about her face, catching the light of the fire as she smiled. For the first time in a long time, he felt his lips tilt in genuine happiness.

But Pan caught it quickly, the music changing abruptly with his mood. The boys around the fire began to slow their tempo and the dancing petered out. Felix was looking out over the party in interest. Pan was turning the tables on a celebration of the lost. Less than an hour later, the lost boys were climbing up their ladders into the treetops and it was only Pan and Indigo listening to the lost boy's melody.

Pan's breath held the last note as he looked directly at Indigo, not with a ulterior motive, not because he was intrigued – he just looked.

"How long have you been able to hear this?" Pan asked finally.

Indigo almost didn't want to answer, but watching the fire die she admitted, "I've always heard it."

Pan's feet shuffled through the dirt as he returned to his home without another word. Indigo was lost in the glow in the dying fire and didn't realise that Pan hadn't pulled her away with him. He gave her space. But a few moments later Indigo climbed up the ladder. She kicked off her boots and undid her belt and tunic as though she was simply getting ready to go to bed at home, almost forgetting that Pan was there. But as she saw him, back to her with nothing but his pants on, she closed the space, reaching her hands around his waist and kissing the healing skin of his shoulder. His hands pushed hers off him, and wordlessly he crossed to the bed.

Her face looked almost affronted as he walked away. He knew better, and she thought she did, but the truth was, after the epic night she'd had, she wanted him. But he climbed into the bed, and pulled the sheet up over his shoulders.

Indigo stared at him blankly. It was as though he was a different person lying there. Pan didn't want to look at her, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

"This isn't like you," Indigo began, crossing her arms and leaning against the desk. She spoke to his back, rising and falling with his breath. "What's wrong?"

There was a moment's silence before Pan's voice threw back, "You're a lost girl now Indigo."

"Wasn't that your intention?" she asked, approaching him slowly. "You wanted my help didn't you?"

Pan flipped onto his back uncomfortably, staring at the ceiling. "You belong here Indigo. But I still don't know you. Each of my lost boys have told me their stories – but what about you?"

Indigo walked towards him and began to climb onto the mattress. He shuffled over, pulling himself upright into a sitting position against the headboard. At first she was hesitant to touch him, confused by his sudden tenderness and genuine curiosity. Indigo wasn't used to feeling this safe in Pan's company – each moment was supposed to be dangerous.

But as he threaded his arm around her, she felt a thrill of familiarity. His heartbeat calm and comforting as she leant into him and he began to ask questions gently about who Indigo Garcia really was.

The Enchanted Forest – 294 years ago…

"You're an enigma wrapped up in a mystery with just a dash of honest magical ability," Jones said curiously, his eyes awed as he watched Anabelle's moulding of fire within her hands. She smiled through the flames, blowing out a small dragon from it that dissipated with the magic she had in her hands. With a small bow, the ship's crew gave her a round of applause.

"Thank you gents," she smiled, as they returned to their conversations. Some found their way below decks and others milled about, the moon continuing on through the night as the ship stood relatively still on the quiet night.

"You could go anywhere," Captain Jones said from next to her, "And you choose here?"

"It's as good of a place as any," she said, giving him a winning smile before retiring to his cabin and closing the doors behind her. She smiled both outside and in as she fell into sleep that night dreaming of an incredibly handsome pirate.