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SOPHIE'S POV:

I woke up groggily, my head feeling oddly light. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, trying to access where I was. I could hear the crash of waves, and I turned my head to realize I was sitting on a beach. My legs were sandy and...not bleeding?

I angled my calf so I could see it better. All that remained of the mermaid epidemic was five, bright white scars tracing down my leg. I guess Peter did heal me, I thought, a little surprised that he could have done it. Speaking of Peter Pan...where the hell was he?

"Awake?" It wasn't Peter's familiar drawl that made me jump, but Felix's.

I gulped, looking up at him and wondering if he'd been sent to watch me while I rested. Or if he was plotting to kill me. I couldn't really tell with that guy. "Hi Felix."

A small grin tugged at the corner of Felix's mouth, but not the nice kind. He looked at me like I was a kid, like he knew something I didn't. Something important. "Hi, Sophie."

"Um…" I glanced down at myself, realizing I was wearing different clothes. It was a white, lacy dress with covered with flowers that almost looked real. They completely covered the dress, their silky white petals converging at little pale pink centers. I wouldn't have been surprised if I found a few stems hanging out of the seams. The dress was the perfect length, hitting me at about my mid thigh. There were dainty little cap sleeves that didn't really cover any of my actual arm, and a low scoop neckline that exposed about a fourth of my collarbone. It looked so delicate and soft, I barely wanted to move around in it. "Costume change?"

"Pan's idea," Felix said quickly.

I furrowed my eyebrows a little, fiddling with one of the light petally things on my dress. "Where is he? Pan, I mean."

Felix rolled his eyes a little, but held a hand out for me, apparently to help me up. I stopped fiddling and took his hand cautiously, expecting him to throw me back down on the sand. He, shockingly, did no such thing and helped me to my feet. I guess he thought I might still be having trouble with my leg. My bare toes scrunched the sand beneath them as he continued to give me an irritating glare. Apparently Peter hadn't thought to give me shoes, but I liked the familiar feeling of sand beneath my feet anyway. "Pan's on business, he told me to watch you until you woke up."

"Business?" I said, flicking up an eyebrow and crossing my arms. "What sort of business, Felix?"

Felix paused, then said with a smirk, "Not. Yours."

I scrunched up my mouth in agitation. "Fine."

I turned my back to Felix and swished the sand with my feet like I was drawing something on the beach. Feeling Felix's eyes on me, I glanced back at him. He was doing the thing again. The annoying, "I know more than you, haha" thing. I had to admit, it was better than him flat out glaring at me, but it wasn't much better. I was probably going to go insane with not knowing what Pan was up to half the time before I ever got off this stupid island.

My mind wandered off to what happened in the cave as I stared out at ocean. Why was Pan-Peter acting...nice? How could that...evil, well, douche, be nice to me? Was he just trying to trick me? Most likely. Trying to make me like him? Not likely.

Still...he had looked so honest, and...normal. He had tried to help me...save me?

No-Sophie, come on. He's anything but your Prince Charming. Literally. He's the bad guy. But even bad guys have a good side. Any human does. I swallowed hard. /Nope, nope. Pan's, um, not human./

Clearly, Peter was human. Clearly, I was not ready to deal with that. And, clearly, Felix was driving me up the wall. I suddenly spun towards him. He had been picking at his fingernails, but he looked up when he saw my agitated expression.

"I saved Peter's life," I blurted out.

Felix just stared at me, his expression unreadable.

"I mean, like, he was drowning. And, I kinda kicked some mermaids and got him out, then he...he needed CPR and I just kinda, y'know, pushed on his chest and then woosh he's not dead! But I-"

"Do you care for him?" Felix interrupted.

"Do I what?" I asked sharply.

"You do, don't you?" Felix said slowly.

"What? No! I mean, if a dude was drowning, and you were the only one who could help-"

"You could have let him drown. Then you could have left the island at your will. The shadow would obey no one. But...you chose to save him," Felix said, slowly reveling in my discomfort. "You'll regret it, girl. Pan loves no one."

I caught a strange hint of bitterness at the end of Felix's words. "Slow down. I don't love him."

"But you care," Felix drawled, grinning at me. God, why did I /tell/ him?

"So I'm a half decent person for not letting the mermaids perform freaky mermaid voodoo on Peter Pan? There is literally nothing wrong with caring about whether people live or die," I snapped.

"No, especially not if you care about them."

"God, you're so...gah!" I said in exasperation, spinning back around and heading for the waves, ready to angstily kick at them.

"There are no secrets on Neverland, little girl!" Felix shouted after me.

"Shut up!" I shouted back, already kicking at the waves and walking down the beach away from him. Since when was I a little girl, anyway? /Apparently since you were here last/. I wasn't sure if I believed any of that, either. How could I have possibly brushed all this...realness, out of my head for over ten years? I could hear Felix laughing, and that just made my fists clench harder and my cheeks burn brighter. I didn't love Peter. I knew that. Even if he was the perfect Prince Charming, which he definitely was not, I could not love him after only a day. That was crazy just on its own, then you throw in the fact Peter was a complete psychopath...So what if I cared if the apparently nice guy died? So what?

So everything.

I knew that; I knew that a few, what, hours ago I would have been happy if Peter had drowned. Then I could go home, no problem. I just...I couldn't let him die. Not after, well, as cheesy as it sounded-not after he looked at me in that childish, innocent way. Maybe he was just a kid, after all. Just a big..kid, afraid of growing up and facing grown up problems. And who did that remind me of? Me. Just a little girl stuck in a stupid grown up body, trying to figure out how to do things right. Or any teenager ever, really.

Not that any of that excused what Pan was. He was crazy. That was for sure. Mentally ill. He needed some hard core therapy. But...nobody could be all evil, and Peter had already shown me that. He'd cared, too. I could tell. He didn't want me bleeding to death; I didn't want him drowning. Even. Kind of. God, I didn't know anymore.

Right then, I wished I could have somebody to talk to. Other than annoying Lost Boys who laughed at my very serious issues. My mind drifted back to...wait. Something hit me, something I should have realized as soon as I came here. I had been at a sleepover, before I woke up here. I remembered because I'd fallen asleep thinking about how Emma-Emma! Emma, she'd been in my room. What if...what if the same thing had happened to her? What if she was on the island too? Or, worse, what if she was somewhere else? Maybe she was tramping her way through Wonderland, or fighting her way out of some other fairy-tale-gone-wrong? Oh God, how could I forget? Where was she?

I raked my fingers through my hair (which had developed a weird salty texture), chewing my lip anxiously. Then..something caught my eye. Was that..a pirate ship?

"I see you're up," Peter's voice made me jump so hard I nearly fell back into the water. Peter reached out and caught my hand before I could fall. He stared at me a second, then pulled me back. I gulped, averting my eyes from his-God, had I noticed how green they were before? "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine," I said very quickly. "And uh, thanks for the outfit?"

A hint of smile crossed Peter's face. "You like it?"

Why does he care? I thought questionly. "Yeah, I mean, it's beautiful."

Peter scratched at the nape of his neck, almost anxiously. "I know you don't like dresses. But, the pants didn't work out too well and I didn't know how healed you would be, and I didn't want the pants to get caught again and all-"

"Peter, it's okay. I like dresses," I said, interrupting his oddly nervous explanation. Peter smiled, a little unsurely. I smiled back as best as I could. "So, uh. What have you, um, been up to?"

Peter's face darkened, and he stared down at his boots. "I was helping one of the lost boys. Kill a deer."

"Oh. A deer?"

"Yes, a deer."

I tilted my head at him, a slow smile starting to spread across my lips. "Peter. I haven't seen one deer since I've been here."

"Well, you haven't seen much of the island yet!" Peter said defensively.

"Okay, okay! Sorry," I said, laughing as I held up my hands in surrender.

Peter stared out past me, and I turned to realize he was staring at the ship I'd seen earlier. "Peter...is that a pirate ship?"

"A-no. No. It's a hallucination, there's nothing there. Side effect of the magic I used to heal you," Peter told me very matter-of-factly.

I turned back to him. He was chewing his lip, but stopped when he saw that I noticed. I took a step closer to him. "Hallucination, huh?" Peter gulped. He was trying not to look at me. "If it was a hallucination, how did you know what I was talking about?"

Peter opened his mouth, then shut it tightly.

"What? Are you afraid of the pirates, Peter?"

"Afraid? I'm the king of Neverland! Not afraid of anything."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I don't like them," He said very pouty, like a little kid who didn't want to play with his little sibling.

"You don't like them?" I repeated.

"No."

"So I can't see the pirates?"

"What's to see? The captain is a one handed and has a serious drinking problem, the rest are fat and lazy..." Peter trailed off, glancing back over to the pirate ship with a strangely dark look on his face. Okay, the guy was most definitely not telling me something.

"Peter. I won't stay here unless I can see the pirates. And, you owe me," I added the last part without really thinking about it. It was true, I had saved him from becoming fish food. Or growing a tail. Either way, I'd saved him. And I wanted to see what he was trying to keep from me. Peter's jaw clenched, but he didn't say anything. "Did you say the captain was one-handed? Like, Captain Hook?"

"Yeah. What's so special about him?" Peter grumbled.

I stared at him in disbelief. "He's /Captain Hook/?"

"He's rather boring, honestly. Obsessed with his dead true love, seeking revenge for over 200 years, yada yada," Peter drawled aimlessly. "There are much more interesting things to do here."

"More interesting than a heart broken pirate? That's gotta be pretty darn interesting," I scoffed. "Come on. Don't you like battling pirates? Isn't that one of your hobbies?"

"Hobby? Well, it is fun from time to time, but I don't think Captain Hook would appreciate another visit…" Peter trailed off, looking at me suddenly. I grinned. "I mean, since, last time."

"That's what you did while I was passed out? You went and talked to the pirates /without/ me?" I demanded.

"No. I merely checked up on them," Peter said quickly.

"I want to see the pirates. And I'm going to, if you're coming or not, that's your problem," I said, feeling particularly reckless for some reason. I started walking down the beach towards the ship. Peter stood there, slightly stunned. He probably wasn't used to people defying him.

I heard the splashing of his feet against the waves as he ran to catch up to me. He gripped my forearm tightly. "You can't go alone."

"Why not?" I asked defiantly, already knowing that the pirates were probably dangerous and would rather make me walk the plank then have afternoon tea. Peter's eyes flared angrily.

"Don't be stupid. They might kill you."

"They're not gonna kill me! I can swim, walking the plank wouldn't do much," I said, shaking free of his grasp and starting to walk towards the ship again. I could hear Peter let out an exasperated sigh, then he suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking my path. I did my best not to jump.

"I'm warning you, Sophie. I'm not letting you out of my sight. I can't have you messing up our deal and getting a ride off the island with that stupid pirate," He said, his jaw clenched tightly.

"So that's what you're worried about? Me making friends with the pirates?" I asked. Peter remained silent as he glared at me. "Why don't you just come with me then? Come on, it'll be an /adventure/."

I leaned down and scooped up some water from the ocean and splashed it at him. He flinched as the water hit him harmlessly. He stood perfectly still, as if he were a statue. Why was I pissing off an insanely dangerous immortal young man? I can't really say, for some reason it was very amusing. His mouth formed a tight line as he watched me splash him again. His hands formed tight fists, as he rolled his eyes. He was supposed to be a kid; didn't he know how to have fun? Then again, his version of fun was probably vastly different from mine. I frowned at him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along towards the ship. He glanced down at my hand on his arm, staring at it in shock or something. I dropped his wrist quickly and looked back towards the pirate ship. Stupid, why did I do that?

Peter walked up so he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, staring at the ship. I swallowed and didn't look at him, aware that I was just making things worse by not facing him. But I couldn't face him now, because if I did...well, I'd see some more stupid childish innocence and I'd think Peter might actually be nice again and I couldn't deal with any more of that. Nope, nope, nope. Peter was a creepy psychopath. End of story.

Then I caved and I glanced over at him. He caught my eye, and I caught his. Now I couldn't look away, and he was staring at me, and my brain felt completely blank. What on earth was going on up there? Snap out of it, Soph! He's crazy. We have established the man is barking mad, now stop thinking his eyes are pretty and he's got nice muscles that has nothing to do with the fact he has threatened you multiple times and-

"Fine. We'll go to the pirate ship, if it'll help convince you to stay."

He wants me to stay? Of course he did, he always did, that was why he agreed to the deal in the first place. But before it seemed like he meant to keep me on the island to torture me for the rest of my life. Now...he was being, well, not evil. He was being gosh darn normal and it was making me want to rip out my hair over and over again. I was most definitely going to need therapy when all this was over, and possibly some anxiety pills.

If it was ever over.

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