The sound of the boys talking as Pan's shadow and I got closer to camp was a sound I never thought I would be so grateful for. When I was finally able to see the flames through the bushes, the shadow quickly lifted off into the trees, effectively disappearing. After a quick glance I knew I wouldn't be able to find it even it was still around. I felt infinitely more relaxed after it left and walked through the bushes and took a seat away from the rest of the boys. Some of them gave me strange looks to which I responded with a raised brow until they went back to their conversations. It took me a moment to remember that my clothes were different which immediately reminded me that I had left my other clothes and shoes back where Pan and I had originally talked on the beach.

Groaning, I put my head in my hands to rub my eyes as if doing so would correct my mistake. A soft thump on the ground made me move my hands and was greeted with the sight of my tied up clothes and shoes in front of me. It was then I also noticed that a slight shadow was cast over me and I looked up to see Pan with a smug grin on his face. "Did you actually think you could bring them back?" he asked.

"Are you telling me you brought them then?" I questioned, surprise in my voice evident.

Rolling his eyes, he took a seat next to me and said, "Do you really think I'm a terrible person all the time?"

Instead of answering his question, I asked one of my own."Your shadow brought me back here. Have anything to do with that?"

"I came back to the beach later and you weren't there," he shrugged as he sat next to me. "I called my shadow and told him to find you, and then I grabbed your stuff and came back. It seemed like the best way to not have you complaining all night about losing it." His tone made it seem as though he was apathetic about the whole situation, but there was something keeping his posture somewhat rigid.

"Hmm. Maybe you're not a terrible person all the time then. Just a majority of it," I told him, but there was a slight tease in the comment. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry, did you actually thank me for something?" The amusement and false shock coupled with a small laugh from Pan caused the ghost of a smile to form on my face before I could stop it. Not to mention that all of it plus the accent sounds great, my brain added which I elected to ignore.

"Don't get used to it; it was weird for me, too," I told him, still smiling. "A friend told me to give you a chance, so I'm humoring her." Hearing those words, Pan looked at me closely. There were several emotions he was keeping concealed behind his searching gaze, but I thought I was able to see one. Is he…happy? Why is there a small bit of happiness there? Along with that he seemed more relaxed than when he first sat down.

Before I could think about it too much, Pan's smirk returned to his face as he looked back toward a few of the boys who had just come into camp with food for dinner. "Does this also mean you will do what I say without a fight?"

"In your dreams," I scoffed. "Besides, you'd miss the witty comebacks and sarcasm."

As I finished talking, Alex walked up to the pair of us. He nodded toward Pan briefly before turning to me. "Kim, will you share a story with us again tonight?" Ever since striking the deal with Pan about every other day training, I had settled in to sharing stories with the group every night. So far I had finished the Weeping Angels story and spent the last few days sharing little stories with them like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and short snippets of TV shows and other books I liked. I would have loved to share other Disney versions of fairy tales, but it stood to reason that if the Peter Pan movie was wrong, more were wrong.

"I'll think about it," I told him with a smile has he went off to join Colin. Even as I said it, I knew I would either continue a story or pick up a new one. One of the only things I had enjoyed doing since coming to Neverland was getting to share all the stories that I loved myself. Ever since I had been young I loved any book I could get my hands on. They didn't have to be fairy tales; anything that was fictional was up for grabs. Then I started finding TV shows and movies I loved, and my friend Taylor had a lot of the same book and movie interests as me, so I always had someone to talk to about them.

From the corner of my eye I could see Pan pull out his pipes and start turning it around in his hand as he stared into the fire. That reminds me, I thought as I saw it. I had thought about sharing The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe the other day until I remembered the part with Mr. Tumnus using his pan pipe to lull Lucy to sleep. When I had remembered that portion of the story, I wondered if the same thing worked with Pan. Seeing the pipes also made me think of the pied piper story. Except there was no good way to go about asking Pan about it without the situation ending in one of us being pissed off. Even if it was a pied piper scenario, at least it didn't seem to work on me.

It was after a few minutes that I realized Pan was trying to talk to me again. Sometime while I was lost in my thoughts I must have turned my head more to stare at him twirling the pipes in his hands which had since stilled. Shifting my head to look at Pan's, I saw laughter flickering in his eyes. Or that could just be the firelight. Raising an eyebrow, I waited until he repeated himself.

"I asked if there was something on your mind."

"Just some things," I said vaguely, looking back toward the fire. I felt rather than saw Peter lean closer to me until he was a few inches from the side of my head. Rather than give in and turn my head, I continued staring into the fire.

He chuckled lowly and I could feel his breath hit the side of my face. "If you enjoy looking at me, you can just say so," he said a slight whisper.

"Don't flatter yourself, Pan," I said looking at him now with a slight sneer. "Your attractive, but I've seen better." With that, I got up and went over to talk to Jack. Insulting the person you just said you were "giving a chance" probably wasn't the best decision. My entire conversation with Jack felt flat, but I put my mask on and faked a good mood anyway, laughing and teasing convincingly.

Anytime I caught a glimpse of Peter, he looked at me with a mixture of pouting annoyance and anger. I felt two things about the situation. One, that I would regret admitting to him that he was attractive. Two, bad. I just…felt bad. Smooth, Kim. Smooth.