OH! Goody for you guys; It's a tiny bit of fluff time between the non-named girl (Not for long, muahahah) and Peter!

I don't own Once Upon a Time.

Warnings: Probably some swearing, maybe some weird situations... I don't know! I can't remember...

;3 Enjoy!

Crazy For Him

Kagome Narome

Chapter 2 - Lost Girl?

My head was foggy. It felt like thick chocolate had clung to my form as I tried to swim through the fog inside my mind. It was so blissfully sweet, yet so rich that it gagged me and choked me. Gradually, I registered that I was only waking up and that only in my dreams could I swim through chocolate.

I groaned, the pain of my stiff and sore back settling in. I stretched, taking a moment to myself and basking in the peaceful morning. Or what I believed to be morning, for I really had no idea.

It was then that I opened my eyes, remembering that something bad happened before I fell asleep.

As I looked around the very small 'room' I was in, I shot up from the bed and gasped. My heart felt as though it were going to beat through my chest and my stomach was unsettled to the point where I felt as though I was going to hurl.

"What the hell!?" I whispered, frantically looking around the four dreary walls. There wasn't much to the room itself, just a bed, a small table with things on it and multiple weapons hanging off the walls.

I found myself confused. "Where am I?" I stood up from the bed and walked over the creaking boards that made up the floor. I found myself next to the small table, were a few knives were placed. There were also small bottles, a few oddly shaped leaves and a tiny hand mirror. The first thing I did was check to make sure that no one else was in the room with me. Then I quickly reached out and took one of the knives and placed it on the inside of my left boot. Just in case I'd ever need it.

I looked down at what I was wearing. I found dark blue skinny jeans hugging my legs, a pair of light brown boots that reached to my mid shin, with white leg warmers underneath. I wore a brown jacket over a grey T-shirt.

"Uh, what are you wearing?" She asked, her high voice making my skin crawl with annoyance.

"What do you mean? I'm wearing clothes." I answered, my voice blunt in it's answer.

"That's my style!" She raised her voice, pointing a finger at me. "You're trying to steal it!" She accused.

I looked at her then at myself. We both were wearing boots and leg warmers. "Excuse me?" I asked.

"You're stealing my style! I always wear boots and leg warmers." She explained, crossing her arms.

I narrowed my eyes and stepped up to her. "Let me tell you how this world works." I hissed, crossing my own arms. "People are free to do whatever the hell they want, that goes for me. If I want to wear leg warmers and boots, I'll go right ahead and do it. You can't stop me. The world doesn't evolve around you, Stephanie. Get over yourself."

When I looked back up from my outfit, my eyes landed on the small hand mirror. Without thinking, I picked it up and looked at myself, almost as though it were a usual habit I did.

I smiled, my reflection copying me. Then I ran a hand through my hair, my reflection doing the same.

"Oh my god, put down that mirror, girl. I swear, you watch yourself more than any other girl in this world. You're so vain!" A teasing voice called me. I turned my head to see the new smiling face. I put down the mirror and smiled back at her.

"Oh please, Cherry, if you looked as good as me, you'd do the same." I teased back. She laughed and came forward, arms open. I received her hug and squeezed her tight. Then I held up the mirror for the both of us.

"Though, you know, with both of us together, we're the most beautiful thing in the world!"

We both laughed, shaking our heads at our antics.

A girl stared back at me through the mirror with eyes as blue as the sea. Her hair was long and wavy, reaching past her shoulders and matched the color of dark mahogany wood. Her skin was pale yet tinted with a deep pink-red blush. Occasionally a dark angel kiss specked her skin but completed the face.

The nameless face.

Yet not so nameless at all...

As I stared back at the mirror, I saw the face scrunch up in confusion and fear. "Who am I?" My voice split the thick, silent air.

No one answered.

I put the mirror down in thought, confused as to who and where I was.

And then the events of what happened before I passed out flooded into my mind.

"That's right!" I whispered, my breath shaky.

I had taken the hand of that shadow and let him carry me off to 'Neverland'. Or at least that was what those boys had called this place. And then I woke up to those boys...and ran right into danger itself.

"Peter Pan..." I breathed his name, trembling with fear.

I had felt so safe when he held me between his arms and against his chest. For a moment I felt I were a baby cradled against a mother's loving chest, a place were I belonged. And it was as though the world couldn't hurt me. But the moment he smiled that oh so evil smirk, everything about him changed.

I felt as though I were smothered harshly between the arms of the burning devil himself.

And then he held me in place and probably basked in the fear radiating off of me while that Shadow came and...

I clenched my eyes tightly, wishing to put that thought away from me. I breathed in and out heavily, my heart pounding in fear again.

A deep and mocking voice pierced the air. "You called?" I let out a squeak and jumped, turning around to see none other than Peter Pan himself. My heart really didn't need this abuse...and how the hell did he get in here without making any sound?

"What do you want!?" I just about shouted, crossing my arms defensively and stepping away from him. He chuckled, his voice carrying perfectly clear through the small room in a thick British accent.

"What do I want? No, it's what you want. You're the one who called my name." He stated, stalking towards me in a menacing way. I backed up until I hit the wall.

"No!" I raised my voice and gripped the jagged edges of the wooden makeshift wall. "Don't get any closer!"

He chuckled again. "Well I can't help if you're going to be difficult." He continued to walk to me before he stopped, towering a good four feet above me. I whimpered, closing my eyes and turning my head away from him.

"I don't want your help!" I answered quickly, stiffly. "Get away from me!"

He leaned in even closer, his scent stirring the air and filling my lungs. It was intoxicating, like the sweet and rich chocolate I dreamed of before I woke up.

Then Peter reached up with his hand, running it through my hair before placing my bangs behind my ear. His hand trailed down afterwards, caressing my cheek. The same side that the shadow had the other day.

"Of course you want my help." He stated, his signature smirk gracing his face.

"I want to go home!" I found myself whispering with tear filled eyes.

He chuckled again, his cool breath hitting my face as he leaned in closer, until our faces were but inches away. He gently rubbed his thumb across my cheek, his cold touch sending shivers down my spine. "You don't even know where home is." He hushed back.

For some reason, I got angry. It filled the inside of me and set my face ablaze with an angry red blush. "It's better than here!" I shouted now.

Peter moved past my face and leaned in until his cool breath hit my ear. "Well you better get used to this place, because guess where your home is now?" He pulled away from me.

Then Peter reached for a very thick curtain that hung in the doorway, acting as the door. He pulled it away and for a moment I was blinded by the light. The moment I stepped beneath the curtain and took a step outside...I was amazed.

A vast forest stood before me, multiple trees surrounding the area. The sun cast shadows against the trees, yet some sun rays pushed past the tree tops and managed to find their way to the ground. It was then that I realized the small room I had been resting in was settled between the thick and sturdy branches of a tree. Beneath me was a ladder up to the small room.

How had they gotten me up here?

"Well, how did Peter get into the room when it was obvious he wasn't there when I woke up? This place is just weird..."

But despite worrying how I got into the room...Peter came up from behind me. He placed one arm around my shoulders, pulling me close against his side.

"This," he swayed his hands in a motion that suggested the vast majority of the forest. "This is your home."

I sucked in a breath, my shoulders becoming tense.

I looked at the ground to find a giant campfire. Some supplies in old wooden boxes were scattered throughout the place. I also found some makeshift living areas on the ground. Though as I looked up, I saw more rooms, one's much like the one I was just in, built throughout the trees.

Those boys, and Peter, had set up camp in this area. This is where they lived. On the ground and the trees. This was their home.

And now it was supposed to be mine as well.

"No." I stubbornly removed his arm from my shoulder. "I don't belong here. This is not my home."

I turned away and walked back into the small room, throwing the heavy curtain aside. Peter followed me. "If you don't belong here, then where do you belong?" He smirked. I turned around and faced him.

"Just...not here. Somewhere else." I answered. He chuckled, closing his eyes in amusement.

"And where exactly is this 'somewhere else'?"

I huffed, rolling my eyes and turning away from him. "Just go away! Leave me alone!" I demanded, stubborn.

"Excuses, excuses. You really don't know where you belong. You don't know who you are. It's sad, really." He mused, taunting me. I glared at the bed in front of me. He continued, placing his soft yet cool hands on my shoulders from behind. He leaned down to murmur in my ear.

"Face it. You're lost. A Lost Girl. The first Lost Girl to exist in Neverland. You belong in Neverland, with the Lost Boys, with me."

With every word he said, my head got hazy. I found myself leaning against him, staring off into space, searching for all the answers as Peter tried to provide me with his own answer. He may have been right at the moment...who I was right now. But before I came here I had been someone.

Yet...did I still want to be that someone?

"Trust me, Lexi!"

"Hey, Sexy Lexi." He cooed again, grabbing onto me. I rolled my eyes, slightly growling.

"I told you; don't call me that, it's not my name." I murmured back at him. He leaned down and kissed me, vigorously.

"I don't care. You're my Sexy Lexi."

Yet I still hated it when he called me that...

I gasped, cutting him off before he could finish. "NO!" I shouted, taking hold of his hands and tearing them off of me.

I don't know why I reacted so...violently to him calling me what I supposed to be my name. I didn't want to hear him call me by my name.

"I do not trust you, Peter Pan. Your shadow took me from the home I once belonged in and brought me here! And somehow, I don't remember who I am because of that! I don't remember anything but that shadow!" I sucked air through my lungs, my shoulders shaking with rage. Peter narrowed his beautiful yet evil eyes. His brow was furrowed and his head cocked to the side.

"What if I told you that you wished for my shadow to take you?" He asked. I was taken aback, literately taking a step away from him.

That memory of taking the shadow's soft hand in my own flashed through my mind. I knew Peter was right, yet I didn't want to believe it. "What?" I asked.

Peter reached out for me with his hand again. "It's true. You asked him to take you away to Neverland." He continued.

Before his hand could reach me, I smacked it away. "NO! Don't touch me!" I shouted. But then Peter grabbed hold of my wrist anyway, in a very firm and harmful manner. He was angry now. "Stop it! Let GO!" I screamed, thrashing against him. I used my other hand to try and hit his face but he grabbed hold of that as well. We wrestled, him hanging onto me while I tried to get away. I used my weight as an advantage by pulling us both to the ground. That only ended with me partly leaning on the bed and him hovering over me. It was more to his advantage than mine.

He yelled, squeezing my wrists in a painful manner. "Would you stop fighting me!?"

"NO! Let go of me first!" I shouted back at him, trying to get him off. Again, I thrashed but he was too strong. And I was weak.

What was the point? I found myself asking.

So I gave up. I just went limp, practically lifeless, which surprised him a bit. He finally stopped wrestling me as though I were a feral beast.

When our breath mixed together; his cool and mine warm, creating something extremely different, I realized that our faces were closer to each other than needed me. Yet we both huffed, relaxing from the power match.

"You have fire, I'll give you that." Peter murmured, a frown etched onto his his face as he stared down at me. It was as though he were thinking about something in his head.

I grunted and glared right back at him before I sat up, pulling my legs out from underneath him. We sat face to face, just glaring at each other. We silently dared the other to look away. And then he smirked, his perfectly shaped and nicely toned lips pulling across his pale face. It made my heart race, my stomach leap with butterflies. And those beautiful blue-green eyes...they made me stop breathing for a moment.

Yet, behind his eyes I saw knowledge. He knew something but he wasn't telling me. It was like a secret. Yet other than knowledge, there was evil, mischief, happiness, fun...and adventure.

"Peter..." I murmured, liking the feel it left on my mouth as I said the name. His eyes flashed as though they were excited when I had called his name. His soft lips parted, about to say something in return...but instead they smoothed over into a crooked smile. I blinked, broken from our once a glare, now a trance.

He reached forward and took my hand in his, the soft skin on his hand feeling like a baby's blanket. He smoothed his thumb over the top of my hand, admiring the skin there. That small, evil smirk of his was ever present on his face. He must have known that my heart was thundering in my chest.

"I've got to handle something. You're free to leave my room...the Lost Boys want to meet you." Then he placed my hand back on my lap, though he lingered a few seconds longer than someone normally would.

For a moment I tilted my head, furrowing my eyebrows. "You're room?" I questioned. He chuckled in response.

This time he took hold of my chin very lightly and gently. I was frozen, wondering what he was about to do. He leaned closer...but not towards my lips. Instead he leaned upwards and placed a soothing kiss upon my forehead, right where my hairline started. He smirked into the kiss, as though he liked teasing me.

Yet my heart raced a mile a minute as his lips met my skin. They left behind a cooling sensation. A good, cool sensation that I wouldn't mind having again. Only, on my lips rather than my forehead. I closed my eyes, leaning into his hold on me.

God, what was wrong with me?

Before he pulled away, he whispered, "You'll see, Lexi. Soon enough, you're going to admit it. You'll say it, that you're a Lost Girl, Neverland is your home. I promise you that."

When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

There was only the cool feeling of where his lips had once been. And the ghost of a whisper that echoed through the air.

"You belong here, with the Lost Boys. With me. You're a Lost Girl."

Huh...Peter's a little weird, right? :3 Muahaha...I have my reasons for him being the way he is. (All "OH! LOVEY DOVEY OOC PETER!") (Gross...I hate lovey dovey...it's just for now)

So, a little bit of a flash back again...what does this mean for the non-named OC? (Or maybe not so non-named after all?)Ahhhaahaah...it's funny, cuz you already know her name. :P Whatever.

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KagomeNarome OUT!~