Longest chapter here guys, and some juicy stuff is coming up :) Just pay attention, and try not to get lost in the forest...

Bell's POV
When Peter scooped Bell up into his arms, she knew that she shouldn't try and struggle, for it would only make Peter more angry. When he came rushing towards them, Bell knew he was angry...no, scratch that; he was infuriated. But what Bell didn't understand, was why? They weren't doing anything wrong, just going to get some things...so how would that effect him? It all just didn't make any sense...the Peter Pan that Bell had dreamed off meeting, the brave, strong hero from her dreams...was nothing like the Peter she had met that day. He seemed nice at first, and Bell had trusted him immidiately, but after that small encounter, her opinion of him changed completely. What she hoped now, was that he wouldn't hurt her...why would he? Yes, he had rage inside, but, that didn't mean that he would take it out on her. He had no reason to...did he? And why would Peter Pan hurt her?
Too many questions were running through Bell's mind, and she was finding it hard to concentrate on anything. Her head was burried into Peter's chest, and she was curled up into a ball as he flew. When she looked up, however, she realised that Peter was a very fast flyer, and that they were in the forest that she had seen when first inspecting Neverland.
Was Peter taking her to his hideout? She hoped so, because right now, she didn't think she could deal with being with Peter alone.
She had to admit, that she was scared. It was hard not to be. And she saw the way he looked at Grace when he saw them. The look of pure hatred and disgust was clear in his eyes, and he didn't even know Grace.
When Peter's feet touched the ground, she jumped slightly in his arms, not expecting the journey to be over so soon. However, when Peter stopped flying, he didn't place her down like she expected him to...but she didn't complain. She just peeked around his arm as he took steady strides, watching the green leaves and deep brown bark of the trees go by. She heard the small thud when Peter's feet touched the ground, and the slow, steady breathing that came out of his pink lips.
She was more stretched in his arms now than when she was when they flew. Her body lay in his arms bridal-style, however, it felt like his hold on her was stronger on ground; like he expected someone to jump out of a bush at them. It unsettled her slightly, and made her question the safety of Neverland. As a child, she had thought it would be a sanctuary for her, a beautiful and peaceful safe haven. But, now that she thought about it, on first look, Neverland did seem beautiful, but just like Peter, it was starting to become dark, and scary. Neverland wasn't sunshine and rainbows, and she never expected it to be, but she didn't think it would be...like this. Long, winding forests that seemed to get darker as you wandered farther into them. And...a rock shaped like a skull? Yes, Bell had heard of Skull Rock, but she never thought it would be so...intimidating. Even from far away. Neverland wasn't as she thought at all, and she'd only been here for a few minutes.

Peter halted when he came to a tree. To Bell, it was the same as all the others. But to Peter, it must have been important. He placed her down gently, and walked closer to the rough bark. She watched as he hovered above ground, and then flew high up into the branches, just below where the vast expanse of leaves started. He wormed his fingers into a small, thin gap, and with both hands, pried the bark of the tree, revealing a small mechanism made completely of vines. He pulled out a small blade from his waistband of his trousers, and it gleamed as he one by one, severed the vines. As each one broke apart, a larger piece of bark started falling away from the tree; it almost reminded Bell of a drawbridge.
Once all of the vines were snapped, the door was open completely, and Peter came back down to ground, waiting for her to come closer. Cautiously, she walked forward, trying not to stand on anything since she was barefooted. The dirt between her toes made her slightly repulsed, but she kept walking. When she got to the bark door, Peter was already standing in the frame, and held out his hand to her.
She didn't want to take it, but she knew she couldn't risk making him upset, so she grabbed his hand, and he pulled her into his arms. She was confused at first, but when he jumped into the doorway, Bell knew why he held her so tightly. They were sliding rapidly down a chute, Bell's ebony hair whipped around her face as she shrieked loudly.
It seemed as if her screaming was the only noise for miles, as she and Peter both landed with a thud on another muddy floor. When they landed, Peter accidently let her slip out of his arms, so the impact of the fall hurt more than intended. Nonetheless, when Bell turned to Peter, he was grinning wickedly, like that small ride was the biggest rush of his day. But, as Bell had been doing for a while, she didn't question him; and let him help her up when he stood.

He lead her over to a rectangular shape which Bell guessed was a bed. She wondered where the Lost Boys were, or even Tinker Bell, but she said nothing. When she sat on the bed, it was surprisingly soft when she placed her backside on the animal fur looking covers. She froze when she realised Peter was still holding her hand, and she quickly pulled it away. When she did this, she noticed that Peter's expression darkened slightly, and then he returned to his normal face and posture.
She looked down, and they sat in an uncomfortable silence. Peter cleared his throat, and she looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled slowly at her, and she shifted slightly.
"You know, it would be nice if you said something." He offered her.
She thought about her reply, and back to when he picked her up and spat at her sister. And before she knew what she was really doing, she snapped. "You know, I don't appriciate it when people speak rudely to my sister."
Peter looked slightly taken aback, but regained himself. "Well, she was trying to take you home, and I didn't want that."
"Yeah, to get some clothes and stuff." Bell replied loudly.
"Is that what she told you?" He questioned her in disbelief.
She frowned at him. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that she lied to you."
When he told her that, she just laughed. "So you're implying that my sister is a liar?"
"Yes," He looked grim. "That's exactly what I'm implying."
"Well...I don't believe you." She said, confidence in her voice.
He smiled knowingly at her. "Are you sure about that?"
"I-" Bell didn't know what to think. Would her sister really lie to her, just to get her back home? She had acted weirdly when Peter arrived, but that didn't mean that...
"Exactly." He smirked.
"And?" She questioned. "What if I wanted to go home?"
His expression became dark once more, but this time, it stayed that way. "You wouldn't."
"Why not?" He had become weird, and she knew that he had lied to her, or was going to. "You can't stop me."
He grabbed her wrist violently, and rose his left brow. "Are you sure about that?"
"Why do you want me here so much? Huh?" She laughed. "Who are you really? Peter Pan? Please. You're more like an angry little boy." Bell had no idea why she was acting this way, but it felt good for her to say what she really felt.
His grip on her wrist tightened dramatically, making her wince. "Who am I? Who am I? I'm someone whose been alone all his life. Never really having anyone there for him. Yes, I have my boys, and Tink. And even Wendy once. But everyone leaves me eventually. Everyone. I just want one person to stay." He spat through gritted teeth. "The Lost Boys? Only one of them has actually been here from the start, and even he's thinking about leaving. So when you sit there, questioning me about who I am, you need to realise that I'm me. I am Peter Pan. The boy who never wanted to grow up. When all along, I've been aging right under their noses!" He shouted, panting heavily.
Bell was shaking slightly, as Peter's nostrils flared, and he took deep, even breaths. She knew he'd been holding this in for a while, and she had been the pin to make him pop.
They sat there for a while, staring at each other cautiously, waiting to see who would make the first move. Bell took a breath.
"I'm sorry." She smiled weakly. "I didn't know that you've been feeling like this. But, then again, I don't really know you at all." She chuckled.
"Then get to know me." He told her breathlessly, releasing her wrist and grabbing both of her hands with his instead.
"But, Peter. That's going to take a while, and I haven't got that long." She shook her head. "I mean, think of all of the things you've done over the years. And then, there's me; small city girl becoming spoiled."
"Why haven't you got that long?"
"I have to get home." She told him, forgetting about her grandfather.
"Please. Just stay. Even if for a little while." He smiled. "I'm sure Daniel will understand."
"I don't know..." She put her head down.
He grabbed her chin, and made him look at her. "Anyway, how long are you're parent's away?"
"How did you know about that?" She asked quizically.
"Me and Daniel still talk." He grinned.
"Well, I think...a month. Three weeks now."
He grin broadened. "That's a long time in Neverland."
She smiled back. "Ok..." He pulled her into a hug.
Grace wasn't going to like this...