BOOM. DONE.

I've never finished ANYTHING that quickly and it's not my best work, but what the hell. It's pretty decent. Although the ending is REALLY rushed. But I just didn't want to write anymore. Cause in the end I was writing things like, WELL OKAY I DIDNT THINK YOU WERE THAT FUCKING GREAT IN BED OKAY?! and then peter would answer: I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO YOU, YOU BITCH and then he would cry and run away, so yeah. I needed to end it before I lost my mind completely. Apparently I can't stay sane if I write too much. Good to know.

This goes out to all of you out there who wanted your childhood ruined. Your welcome.


Emma woke with the feeling of being hungover. She moaned as the chains around her hands rattled. She was stuck in Neverland, wearing chains. She finally looked up and all she saw was stones. She seemed to be in a cave of some sorts and worse, she was in it alone. She hated to be alone. He eyes followed the chain that went from her feet, up her body and stopped around her hands. Someone had hung them over her head, so her arms felt numb from bloodloss. Footsteps echoed into the cave and she looked towards the light to see who was coming. A few minutes passed and finally she saw the person who had taken their time to get over here.

"How are you feeling, Emma?" Pan asked as he placed the torch in a holder. Emma glared at him and rattled her chains around for effect.

"I'm chained to a wall with an extreme headache." Her eyes narrowed as she saw something strange in his eyes. He rarely showed emotion but she'd seen the way he looked at her and it frightened her.

"So, fine then?" Peter said and walked up to her, his hands followed the chain until it reached her hands, with ease he lifted them off a hook in the wall and let them fall to the floor.

"Thanks." Emma mumbled and rubbed her numb fingers.

"I brought some food for you since I thought you might be hungry, but I'm reconsidering giving it to you since you did try to kill me." Emma glared at him and Pan laughed as response.

"I'm sorry for that, but I need to get Henry out of here." She bit her lips as she felt her tears getting closer to spilling out. "I feel like I'm losing him to you." Peter kneeled down in front of her and placed a tray of food in her lap, as he did a small glass vial that seemed to contain some sort of dust fell out from his shirt. Emma quickly looked down on her plate instead, there were bread, steak and even potatoes on it.

"That's the effect of Neverland. You're supposed to forget." Peter said and looked into her eyes. "I only wanted to save the magic." Emma tore a piece of the bread and chewed slowly.

"But I'm supposed to be the savior." Pan smiled softly,

"And you are, but you were only meant to break the curse. Henry is the savior of magic." Emma looked into his eyes and was shocked to see softness in them. This was not the rough boy she'd met two weeks ago. This was a boy who cared, feared and loved.

"Why are you telling me this?" He shrugged and moved his legs to sit down properly, crossing his legs over each other. Emma now looked at what she thought the real Peter Pan looked like. A confused boy who only wanted to help. But this boy was no longer him, this was only an illusion. The world had corrupted the innocence of Peter Pan.

"Because I only wanted to help." Emma had to look away from his intense gaze and continued to eat in silence, chewing slowly.

Maybe she had a good chance to get out of here. She had finally figured out the look in his eyes. The deep penetrating look. Peter was in love with her, and she would use it against him. If she could seduce him long enough to get out of these chains she might be able to steal that fairy dust that he had. Then she and Henry could fly their way out of here. She only had to wait until he came back to do it. A sigh escaped her lips. Peter was just a boy, and she was going to seduce him? What had she turned into?

Darkness had fallen in Neverland and Peter made his way into the Echo caves with a torch as his only light source. When he finally reached his destination he placed the torch in a holder and turned towards he woman who made his heart ache. She had fallen asleep with her head in her hands and he sneaked over to her and sat down beside her. She looked so peaceful when she slept. He sighted and let his fingers trace her silky hair. A sigh escaped his lips as his mind started to wander, he shook his head to regain control before waking her up. She groaned and rolled over, showing him all of his face.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked and smiled. She glanced at him before sitting up.

"Well enough, except that it's freezing in here without a blanket." Pan retrieved a blanket from his bag and gave it to her before bringing her the food. "Thanks." She whispered as if she didn't want him to hear. He sat down next to her again and looked at her as she ate. "So, Peter.." She began, he looked up into her eyes and raised his eyebrows as if to ask he to continue. "Um, do you have anyone you like?" Peter sucked in his lips and stared at her. Why would she ask him this?

"Why do you wish to know?" Emma picked at her food and looked up.

"Because, I want to know if there's a girl in your life." Peter's heart jumped with joy as she looked into his eyes with uncertainty. Had Emma finally fallen for him?

"There are no girls in Neverland except for you, lost girl." Emma smiled towards him and his heart nearly exploded. He took a deep breath and tried to slow his breathing as her hand landed on his leg.

"Has there never been anyone?" Peter could only stare at her hand where it was placed on his leg.

"There was…" He went quiet, his mind couldn't handle her touch and thinking at the same time. "Wendy." He finally said, "Wendy Darling." Emma leaned forward until he could feel her breath on his face and his mind became foggy.

"Where is she, then?" He looked down and took a deep breath.

"She was just a silly girl." Breathe. Breathe Peter. "I sent her home." Emma's hand was placed beneath his cheek and tilted his head up so he would look in her eyes.

"Good." She whispered and closed her eyes. Peter's heart could barely handle the excitement and neither could he. Slowly she leaned in even closer until their noses were touching and finally she sighed and kissed him. A moan escaped his lips and he pushed himself closer to her as their kiss deepened. Her tongue was fighting for dominance and Peter who was inexperienced tried his best and fought back. His hands went up her back to push her even closer and he gasped as her breast were pressed against his body. He was sure she could feel his boner pressing against her stomach and he just didn't care. All that mattered was her. Her hands were everywhere, on his stomach, chest, back and arms and his hands carefully graced her breasts. A small moan escaped her lips which only encouraged him. He let his hands explore her breast, feeling the softness of them, the small nipple which was perked beneath her shirt. Emma drew back from him for a second and took a deep breath, he stared into her eyes which were a bit glossy and he smiled uncertainly towards her.

"This chain is in the way," She mumbled loudly enough for him to hear. Peter was in enough of a trance that he ignored how it sounded, his hands reached for the key and he unlocked the chains, throwing them far away from the two.

Emma smiled mischievously and threw herself forward. Peter landed flat on the ground and she began to attack his lips, her hands slowly made their way down his chest and stopped at the belt that held his shirt together. She loosened it and threw it to the side before opening his shirt. He was surprisingly muscular for a boy, or rather, a teenager. She let her hands stroke his chest before she leaned forward and trailed kisses up and down him, she kept a close eye on the fairy dust in the vial around his neck. She knew this was so wrong, as wrong as it could be and strangely enough she kind of enjoyed it. She loosened his trousers and pulled them down his waist, he watched her as she took a hold of him and stroked him. He moaned and threw his head back and Emma couldn't help but smile. It had been quite some time since she had that effect on anyone and she couldn't help but love it. She felt powerful with him writhing underneath her. She leaned forward and lick the tip of him, tasting him, before taking in all of him in her mouth. He moaned loudly and let one of his hands fall into her hair. His breathing came out short with small whimpers and moans as she drove him closer to the edge and finally he came into her mouth. Emma swallowed it easily and smiled towards him as she sat up. Peter Pan looked like a mess and she loved it. He sat up and pulled her in for a kiss and she allowed him. Slowly he began to undress her and even though he wasn't used to her strange close he was still nimble with his fingers. He unhooked her bra without any problem and she felt surprised. Not many guys could do that.

Pan was in a trance, he didn't know what to do, all he could do was follow his instinct and he did. Slowly he undressed her and started kissing his way down her body until he came to her core. He was sure of what to do but planted a kiss on her center. He heard her gasp for air and tried licking the bud, which she seemed to like even more. He let his hands explore her center two and found a whole beneath the bud, he tried pushing in a finger which made Emma gasp and grind her hips. He pushed in another finger and she whimpered. Slowly he moved his fingers in and out of her while tasting the bud. Emma moaned and grabbed his arms, squeezing hard. Pan smiled at her enjoyment and removed his fingers from her. She whimpered and looked down at him as he positioned himself in front of her entrance. He looked into her eyes and she nodded before closing them and leaning her head back. He parted her flesh with his hands and pushed himself deep into her body. Emma moaned loudly and pushed him closer to her. Slowly he began to rock his hips as she moved hers and they found a good rhythm, her fingers scratched his back as he pushed harder into her. Peter could barely contain himself as he kept pounding into her, his lips found hers and he kissed her as he came. He was still panting when he pulled out of her. Peter reached for the blanket and pulled it around her before laying down beside her. Before he realized it, he had already fallen asleep.

Emma woke up a few hours later with his arms around her, she stared up into the stone ceiling and breathed out. She had just had sex with Peter fucking Pan. It took he a moment or two to actually turn towards him and as she remembered, the vial was still hanging around his neck. She reached around his head and broke the leather string. Carefully she pulled away from him and placed the blanket on him so he wouldn't wake up from the cold. She slowly retrieved her clothes and pulled them on. She looked around to see if she had missed anything when she saw the knife in his belt. She bent down and grabbed it before sneaking out of the cave. She had no idea where she was but when she started walking around she realized that she wasn't that far away from camp. She had to crouch low all the way there to not be seen by the lost boys. She hid in a bush by the camp and stood watch as she waited for Henry to walk by. She only had one chance at this and if she failed, she either had to go back without him or get killed. And she didn't like either of those two options.

One hour later Henry finally walked by,

"Henry!" She whispered, he stopped dead and stared into the bush.

"Who is it?" He asked, Emma sighed and looked down at the vial. It had better fucking work.

"Come closer." He took a few steps closer and Emma could almost reach him. She stared at him in silence for a moment before deciding that yeah, she would jump towards him to reach him. Just as she took her stand to jump a knife was pushed against her throat.

"I trusted you." Peter whispered softly in her ear. Emma looked down toward her boot where his blade had been and as she thought, he had taken it back. "I thought, hoped, that maybe you felt something for me too. But it was all a lie." He pushed the knife harder against her skin and she felt warm blood trickle down her throat and inside her shirt. She swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry, Peter. But I need to get Henry home." She heard him sigh before the knife was removed from her throat.

"Go." He said and stood up. "Henry, come." He said louder, Henry walked through the bushes and stopped as he saw Emma.

"What is she doing here?" Peter quietly walked away, leaving the two of them alone.

"Henry, take my hand." He took a step back and Emma grabbed his hand firmly. "Listen to me, we're going home no matter what!" She said as she threw the vial on the ground and crushed it beneath her feet. Green glitter swirled around the two of them and soon they lifted from the ground and flew towards the second star on the right.