Yay! More fluff between non-named character and Peter! I'm sorry I haven't gotten to this story much. My priorities have kind of...changed. In a good way, because I've been focusing on things that really need my attention and things that help keep my mind off of other things.

I don't own Once Upon a Time.

Warnings: Probably some swearing...maybe an uncomfortable flashback.

Crazy For Him

Kagome Narome

Chapter 4 -Nickname

The further into the forest I trekked, the thicker and darker my surroundings got. The ground was wet, there were too many giant green leaves to last me a life time and most definitely some creepy looking rocks. The bugs were the real horrible thing, for every minute I had to stop and swat them away from me.

I was just swatting a rather large mosquito off of me when I tripped. I let a cry tumble from my mouth as I fell to the forest floor and into some mud. I laid there, grossed out and pissed off. Finally, I got up, groaning before rubbing my still sore back.

It was then that I stopped short and caught sight of the opening in the trees. I didn't see much past the light, only a few clouds. Yet...the light was so beautiful. It glowed so bright that it seemed pure, untainted by this horrible island's darkness. As I stepped towards it, I started to notice how some of the light reflected off the wetness of the jungle leaves, which lit up the surrounding area.

I just about screamed when I stepped in some more damn mud. I ignored it, however, and continued to walk over the uneven ground. I noticed that fallen leaves stuck to the bottom of my shoe as I stepped over a rather large fallen tree trunk. Yet as I took my eyes off the light for a moment, I stopped and stared at how tall the tree's truly were. They towered over me so much that I had to bend my head back all the way to see the first sprouting of branches. I'm sure they were over 500 feet tall and weighed more than a cubic ton!

When I got my fill of the sight of trees, I started rushing to get to the light. And the moment I ran past the break, I skidded to a halt, slipping onto my ass. And boy was I glad that I did.

I had almost sprinted off the edge of a cliff...

"Whoa! That was close." I mumbled, my breath coming out in large puffs.

But my breath was caught in my throat the moment I looked up.

Neverland was out before me in the setting sun of the day. It cast shadows across the trees, yet the very tips of them, the green leaves, were basked in a glories red light. Past the tops of the tree's I could see the ocean...or the sea...or just some sort of body of water that reflected the glow of the sun and stretched on for a very long ways, until it met the sky.

Where the world met the sky and the sun rose yet set at the same time. All was still and all was calm. A moment of forever truly settled in.

I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, hear the life of the island in the air around me. I smiled at the sheer beauty of Neverland.

"I can understand why the Lost Boys like it here so much..." I murmured, closing my eyes and enjoying the peace.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I screamed and jumped. I lost my balance on the edge of a cliff.

I could feel the udder horror creep up on my face as I started to fall forwards off of the strong rock that had been underneath me.

"NOOOOOOO-UGH!" I let a scream rip from my throat in sheer terror, but then groaned when something caught me from around the waist, just about knocking the air out of me.

"Careful there!" Peter's amused and deep voice carried through my ears. I found my back pressed against Peter's front, one arm around my waist in a protective and cautious manner, the other arm cast across my chest with his hand gripping my shoulder tightly.

My heart skipped a beat at how he held me. So close, so protectively...as though I were his precious possession.

And almost as though I belonged in his arms.

But that's just the thing; I didn't. And I never should.

"I'm fine!" I pushed myself from his arms. He reluctantly let me go...and we stood facing each other. Our eyes were caught within each other's gaze.

My heart beat furiously in my chest when he smirked, that dark smile of his indicating how evil he truly was. And then he walked forward, a chuckle in the back of his throat.

"You're interesting, I'll give you that." He was in my personal space again, practically pressed up against me. I looked up at him as his cool breath hit my face, yet again intoxicating me. I swear, I could get high off of him.

I pushed that thought from my mind as I turned my head away from him. "What is with you being in my personal space?" I asked, looking back at the jungle. "It's called 'personal' for a reason." I explained, stepping around him and back into the jungle, away from the cliff. Peter followed me closely.

"I don't know..." He answered. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I was forced to stop when his arms gripped my forearms tightly. His chest was pressed against my back, his face right next to my ear as he lowered his voice into a whisper. "I just can't control myself." My heart skipped another beat as I swallowed...hard.

I closed my eyes to clear my mind. "Well then...learn to." I stepped away from him, continuing into the foliage. Peter chuckled before he caught up to me.

"I heard some interesting things from the Lost Boys." Peter stated, easily keeping pace with me as I wandered the jungle. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh?" I stepped over a fallen tree. "And what is that? That I scared the crap out of them?"

I turned my head just in time to see that famous smirk of Peter's before he answered me. "I heard that you got angry when they tried to give you a nickname. You stomped on the ground and you created fire."

I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him. "Uh, no. That's not what happened." I crossed my arms. "I'm pretty sure one of the Lost Boys tried to start my foot on fire though."

Peter crossed his own arms, his face amused as he looked me up and down. "Are you sure about that?" He taunted. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Uh yeah. I can't just stomp on the ground and...create fire from now where. It's not possible." I scuffed.

"A lot of things on this island should not be possible..." Peter trailed off as I rolled my eyes, looking anywhere but him "...but they are."

I screamed, turning around to face Peter. "What...whoa! How...?" I turned to where he had been standing; to my left. And then he was suddenly behind me...

He chuckled darkly. "Magic, love. Magic." I furrowed my brow.

"Magic?" I looked up at the tree tops, seeing that it was growing dark. "Alright...so you can do Magic?"

Peter was behind me again, sliding his hands over my shoulders and around my neck. "More than just magic, love."

I couldn't stop myself after that. My head tilted back a bit, resting partly on his chest as his lips grazed my ear. "So much more than just magic." He repeated, his husky voice spreading his intoxicating and cool breath over me.

I don't know what was wrong with me. I just exhaled and closed my eyes, fully leaning on him. He chuckled darkly and I could feel his chest rumble against my back. One hand of his traveled up my neck, to the side of my face, where he continued to run his fingers through my hair. His other hand traveled downward, across my stomach until it stopped on my hip.

He held me against him, protectively, possessively. He pressed his lips against my jaw line, where I felt him smirk. "Lexi..." He murmured, seductively.

My eyes shot open at the name. My body went tense and I broke out in a cold sweat.

That was my name.

"Shh...no, Sexy Lexi, I'm not." He kissed me again, though I fought him.

"Sam, stop! Now!" I pushed him away from me. He stared at me for a moment...he looked angry. "If you're going to be this way, get out. I don't want to deal with you when you're drunk." I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him. Then he rolled his eyes, coming closer.

"Oh come on Lexi, it'll be fun. Just once." He ran his hands up my back, pulling me to him again.

"I said no, Sam! That's my answer! Now stop!" I screamed, trying to squirm out of his grip.

Then he took hold of my throat.

This was too familiar.

I had been in a similar situation before...with someone close to my body, holding me like this.

And it ended badly.

"NO!" I tore out of Peter's arms as fast as I could, my heart clenching in fear. But Peter took hold of me again, before I could get too far.

"You're being ridiculous!" He scolded.

Again, I gave up on trying to fight him. I went limp in his arms, just dropped down as though I had fainted. The tears that I had once been holding back due to the sudden memory burst from my eyes, running down my face. The tears were like hot waterfalls.

Why was this happening?

Peter sighed before he placed his fingers under my chin, raising my head so that he may look into my eyes. And I started back at his perfectly beautiful blue-green eyes.

"Hey." He called. "You're ok." His soft voice hushed me.

This...was different. This was not the Peter I knew. Granted, I hadn't know him for that long, but with the time that I DID know him, I knew that this was not the evil Peter I had always run into. Yet...here he was, caring for me.

He wiped away a stray tear, his soft finger caressing my cheek. "Lexi-"

"No!" I shot back at him, pulling away slightly. Peter looked confused and surprised at my outburst. I mean, that was my name. I shouldn't be freaking out over my name.

But I was.

I quickly calmed down and cleared my throat. "Please don't call me that...at least not right now." I explained. It just...didn't feel right having Peter call me by my name. It was like an omen. It made me feel as though something bad was to happen.

Peter looked at me, confused. Then a small smirk spread over his lips. "Alright...Beautiful." He ran his hand through my hair. I had to fight the urge to close my eyes in delight. It felt good to have someone run their hand through my hair...

Then I shook my head, narrowing my eyes at him. "What?" I inquired, suspicious at the way he said the word.

"That will be your nickname; Beautiful." He smiled, running his hand through my hair again, pushing my bangs behind my ear. This time I did close my eyes and slightly leaned into his hand. Then I quickly opened them, snapping out of it.

"Whatever." I answered, looking away from him and at the ground. I reached up to wipe away the rest of my tears. Thoughts occupied my mind...why did Peter have his hands all over me? It wasn't normal!

"Beautiful." Peter's voice called me, making me look up. Now he was serious. He looked...uncomfortable? Maybe just...unsure about something?

"Look, just...trust me." He urged. "Please."

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. His perfect eyebrows were drawn together in thought and worry.

He was so different right now.

This wasn't right.

Yet I found myself nodding, trusting him...for the moment.

He leaned forward, his cool breath mixing with mine. My mind became hazy, so I closed my eyes. Then Peter placed a kiss on my forehead, where my hairline started. Just like yesterday.

We pulled away from each other, both uncertain as to what happened next. But I shook my head, standing up and brushing myself off. Peter did the same. I quickly cleared my throat and faced him.

"Is it that hard to keep your hands to yourself?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He shook his head, looking away from me. "You have no idea." He answered.

I went rigid.

Did he really just say that?

Yet...my heart told me that it didn't mind him saying that. Which totally contradicted what my head was telling me.

"We should head back to camp. The Lost Boys are playing Target Practice. We wouldn't want to miss that, now would we?" He turned to face me for a minute before he turned and lead the way.

I stayed put where I was. I didn't want to go back there...yet at the same time I didn't want to be alone. Stay here where I can easily be killed by some random monster or go with Peter to camp where my pride will be slightly hurt.

But my heart surged, taking my mind off track. Suddenly, I lunged forward, my body out of control. I stumbled before I caught myself.

What the hell was that?

It felt as though something had hooked onto my chest and pulled me forward. Like some invisible rope.

"Are you coming?" Peter called.

I looked up to see him a little distance from me, yet he hadn't turned around. It looked as though he were struggling to keep going. Almost as though something were pulling him back...

Before I could stop myself, I lunged forward once again, towards Peter.

Something was definitely wrong with me.

Yet whatever had hooked onto my chest was pulling me towards Peter.

And towards Peter I shall go.

As a fun fact, let me say that this chapter had some MAJOR editing. Originally, I had some specific events happen in this chapter but I decided...I didn't like how...normal it was for a Peter Pan Fanfic. I wanted something that you wouldn't usual read in a Peter Pan Fanfic, so I changed this chapter A LOT. :) Wait until you read the rest of the chapters...which I have yet to post.

So what do you think of 'Lexi's' new nickname; Beautiful? Fit's her, doesn't it?

What do you think happened to Beautiful before she came to Neverland?

What do you think will happen from here?

Leave a review to tell me what you think!

KagomeNarome OUT!~