When Felix woke he felt something warm wrapped in his arms. He was still half asleep so he didn't care what it was, only that it was warm and had a sweet scent to it. He pulled whatever it was closer to him, taking a deep breath as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable. Slowly he started to wake up a bit more, and only then did he realize why the sweet scent was so familiar.

His eyes shot open and he immediately released his hold on the dark haired queen, backing away from her. This woke her up as well, but rather than being shocked and backing away from him as well, she only rubbed her eyes, yawning as she looked confused at him.

"W-why were you sleeping so close to me?" he asked, only now noticing that her hands weren't bound together anymore. "And where is the rope?"

"You were sleeping very uneasy, saying my name again and all. You wouldn't shut up until I held your hand and went to lay beside you. It's not my fault you're a cuddle guy in your sleep." She looked at him unimpressed, her lost and empty look from yesterday completely gone. He felt his blood rush to his face, when was the last time he felt this embarrassed?

Instead of saying anything else Felix stood, grabbing his bag and the rope off the ground. She followed him with her eyes, making him actually kind of nervous. He kneeled down before her, taking her hands and binding them together again. His eyes were fixed on her hands as he was unable to look her in the eye.

"Will you stop staring already," he grumbled, pulling her up by the rope around her wrist a bit too rough. She yelped in pain, falling back to the ground the moment she stood. Of course, her ankle, he totally forgot about that.

"I can't walk," she said, still looking at him.

"Yesterday you could walk just fine."

"And because I didn't rest I can't walk right now."

Felix groaned. "Let me see," he grumbled, walking to her again and kneeling down. He removed the bandage he had wrapped around her ankle yesterday, and examined the swollen flesh. It was purple and thick, clearly not something she could walk on.

"With my magic I can heal it in a matter of seconds," she commented, shrugging.

"To bad you can't use it."

"Then how will you bring me to… wherever you're bringing me to?"

"I'll just have to carry you."

Before she could say anything else, Felix put his arm around her back and under her knees. He picked her up with ease as she looped her arms around his neck. He didn't say anything else and just started walking, not even realizing she had undone the rope around her wrists. They were already behind schedule and if they don't move right now they would miss the ship they needed to get to his home. Or at least what he called home.

He carried her in silence, keeping his eyes fixed before him, only too not look down at her. She was playing with his feathers, making him wonder what was going on in that pretty little head of hers right now. He actually didn't know which version of her he would prefer. The empty one of last night, or the one he was carrying right now.

"Am I heavy?" she suddenly asked, sounding like a curious child.

"Not really."

She tilted her head, now looking like a child as well. "Are you still not curious about my name?"

"Not one bit." Lie.

"Can you than at least tell me yours?"

"No."

She furrowed her brow. "Why not?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I can't just keep calling you 'kidnapper' or 'blond guy' in my head, now can I?"

"Works fine for me."

She sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. "How come you reach out for me in your sleep but don't even remember my name when you wake?"

"I don't reach out to you."

She looked up at him again. "You said, and I quote, 'Please don't… don't leave me' when I turned to lay somewhere else. You looked as if you were in pain and you would only relax if I held your hand."

"Bullshit," he said, turning his head so that she wouldn't see his cheeks turn red.

She hummed, turning her head away from him to look ahead. "How much further until we're there?"

"We still have quite a journey. Right now we're going to the harbor and get aboard a ship. That ship will drop us off at the nearest port to where I have to take you."

"Won't the men aboard wonder why you have me with you? Won't they suspect anything?"

"They're pirates, they won't question my motives."

The queen swallowed. "Pirates?"

"Yeah," he looked down at her, a teasing smirk on his lips. "don't tell me you're scared of pirates."

"I'm not," she said, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "It just surprises me that they would let someone like you come with them."

"The Captain is an old friend of mine."

"And here I thought you didn't have any friends." She was the one smirking now, a pleased look in her eyes.

"I could drop you any second, so if I were you I'd watch what I said." He looked ahead again, thinking the conversation was over.

"If you were me, I'd be ugly."

"What?" His eyes snapped to hers again. She was way too pleased with herself. "You little minx."

"Yep, that's me. It's nice to meet you, so what is your name?" She held out her hand, but only later realizing that he couldn't shake it since he was carrying her. She slowly lowered her hand again, mumbling, "Never mind."

After a while she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder again, and closed her eyes. Felix looked down at her, not being able to look away as his eyes scanned her face. It looked as if she was sleeping, her breathing even, making him wonder if she was actually sleeping. She looked so… adorable. Some strands of her hair were resting on her face, and he could help the strange feeling that formed in his stomach. Unconsciously he tightened his hold on her, holding her closer to him.

"You're a staring creep, I hope you realize that," she mumbled. Felix quickly looked away from her again, acting as if he wasn't at all staring at her. But as he continued walking, not looking down at her again, he missed the soft smile that formed on her lips. What he didn't miss was how she buried her face in his shirt, causing him to feel the same way he felt after their dance.

"Jeffrey?"

"No."

"Antony?"

"Not even close."

"Fallon?"

"That's a girl's name."

Sophia frowned. "No, it's not. It is for both boy and girl."

The blond kept ruffling through his bag. "But it's not my name."

Sophia tapped her chin, looking up as she thought of more names. She'd been trying to guess it for a while now, but none of the ones she named was his. They had stopped not long after she started guessing. The blond guy said he needed a break, and she couldn't really blame him. He's been carrying her for a few hours now, though it was his own choice.

"At least five me a hint," she whined.

"Fallon has a few of the same letters as my name has," he said, grabbing a little package out of his back that was wrapped in a piece of cloth. As he unfold it she saw some of the sweets that were on the buffet table at the ball.

"You stole those?"

He looked up at her. "They stood there so that people could take and eat them. Does it really matter that I eat them now instead of that exact night?"

"Leroy?" she said instead of answering his question. He shook his head, taking a piece of cake before folding the cloth back around the other sweets. He stood, walking over to her and handing her half of it. After she had broken free of her bindings for the who knows how many times he had given up, so now she had both her hands free to do with whatever she wanted. She accepted the piece of cake, breaking off a little piece before putting it in her mouth. The sweet flavor reminded her of the castle, of the cake she always stole from the kitchen.

"Fox?"

He sat back down, chewing on his own piece of cake. "That's an animal."

She shrugged, taking another bite. "Oliver?"

"Just give it up, you're never going to guess it."

She huffed like a child, crossing her arms. "Give me three more tries, if I get it right you have to guess mine. If not, I'll never ask about it again."

"Deal."

Sophia thought for a moment. She had to get this right, only three chances. "Nathan?"

"Nope."

"Alex?"

"Close, but no."

She looked down at the piece of cake in her hands before closing her eyes, thinking of a name, any name that could belong to this tall blond with a scarred face. A name…

"I have a pretty great memory. My parents call it my superpower. Wait, don't tell me. Your name is… Felix?"

He nodded. "Good to see you again, Sophia."

Sophia's eyes shot open, looking at the blond with wide eyes. "Felix! Your name is Felix!"

His eyes widened as well, looking at her rather surprised. He swallowed the piece of cake in his mouth before he spoke, "Yes, that's my name, but how…?"

She grinned proudly at him. "Doesn't matter, guess mine."

The blond, Felix, sighed heavily, leaning back against a tree. "Uhm… Martha?"

"Second name, but keep guessing."

"That's your second name?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You don't look like a Martha to me."

"Then why did you guess it?"

Felix shrugged, taking another bite of his cake. "Don't know, it was the first name that came to me."

"Well, keep guessing."

Felix groaned in annoyance, letting his head fall back against the tree. "Robin, Henna, Sophie, Anna, I don't care."

"No, no, very close, and no. Too bad, you're very close."

"Which one? Sophie?"

"Yeah, but instead of Sophie, it's…"

"Soph…?"

"Sophia! My name is Sophia, you idiot!" Felix grinned at her, this time he was the one looking pleased with himself. Sophia groaned in annoyance, knowing exactly what that grin meant. He wanted her to react like that, and he succeeded. Stupid Lost Boy.

Wait.

Where did that came from?

"Well Sophia," Felix said as he stood. "how's your ankle, can you walk on it yet?"

"No, it still hurts," she lied. It actually gotten better since she didn't walk on it. Even though the cuff blocked her magic, it couldn't block out everything. Magic was a part of her, it flows through her blood, which means that injuries heal faster than it normally would, but only if she rested. The thing was, she didn't mind him carrying her, not one bit.

"Do I look stupid to you?"

She raised her eyebrow at him. "Maybe a bit, but why do you ask?"

"I can see your ankle from where I'm standing, it looks perfectly fine."

"Oh…" She looked down at her leg, seeing that indeed her nightgown wasn't covering her ankle anymore. Felix walked over to her, holding out his hand to help her up.

"My guess is also that you're going to follow me out of free will. You couldn't have made a run for it the moment I sat you down, but you didn't. Which makes me wonder what had changed."

Sophia excepted his outstretched hand, sighing as she stood. "You were right. I'm nothing back home, and if I go back I'll never become anything more. I thought that maybe your boss could help me, that this adventure could help me find who I really am."

"So no more running?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"No more running."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review, it keeps me going :)