"Welcome back," David does one of those 'man pats' on who I guess is Neal's shoulder.

"Thanks but we're not in the clear yet," Neal brushes himself off as he climbs down the ladder to exit the cave, he turns round and notices me, quickly he grabs David's sword and points it at me, "who are you?!" He screams - I am sick of swords now, I have had far too many aimed at me.

"Calm down, she's been with us for a while," David puts his hand round the sword blade but Neal won't release it.

"Why does she have those on her wrists?"

"We don't know if she's with Pan or not," by now the others are out of the cave.

Neal hands the sword back but he won't stop glaring at me, "Pan doesn't take girls. He thinks they're weak, it's unlikely."

"Better safe than sorry," Emma walks to the middle of the group and starts addressing everyone, "we need a plan, Neal?"

"Get me to my cave and I'll show you."

And so, around we turn and not long after we're back at the cave he goes in and looks alarmed, I hadn't been back in the cave since - there's blood over the walls and most of the stuff is on the floor.

"What happened here?" He looks offended. Emma gestures toward me with her head, obviously subtlety isn't a thing where these people come from, "she attacked you?"

"Can we not? I didn't attack anyone not on purpose anyway," did I hurt anyone? I didn't even think of that, "I'm just trying to get off this island, you people are too, if we help each other we might get out sooner."

"We need Henry first," Emma pipes in and that just about pushes me over the edge.

"What is it with this kid? Is he some sort of magician? Or what?!" I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that. I have now got five angry people glaring at me, "what I meant was..."

"He is our son, their grandchild and Hook isn't related but they're pretty close too."

"Look I'm sorry, I just-"

"Haven't taken your medication to keep you out of crazy town? Yeah, we get it." No, I didn't go too far, that, that was too far.

"Bye." I walk off, they don't follow me. I have to admit, I'm a little hurt Mary Margaret didn't come after me but then again they're family.

Stomping off into the woods I fume about what she said, it's what the noise in my head says too which is why it hurts so much. I hate it when people say things about me that are right. Things that I hate about myself because I know they're right and the fact that I've let them close enough to realise these things kills me.

As I walk I hear screaming, I glance round but really I don't care.

The next thing I know I see two shadows fly over my head they spot me and pin me to a tree.

I have a horrible pain come over me and my whole body screams.

"HELP ME!"

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Shouting.

Pan.

Suddenly I'm on the floor and the shadows have gone.

Pan approaches me and crouches in front of me, I manage to push myself into sitting position.

"Are you alright?" I nod, "sorry about them, I told them to take the shadow of everyone but my Lost Boys, they obviously didn't consider you a Lost Boy... for obvious reasons."

"I'm not one of your people." He ignores me and examines my bondage.

"Here, let me help with those," he whooshes his hand over them and they disappear. He helps me up and I stumble a little so he conjures a green fluid.

"Drink it, it will help."

I take the bottle and examine the liquid - it's not like anything I've seen but I drink it anyway. When I upturn the bottle my sleeve falls down and Pan shrieks.

"Did they do this to you? The people who you were with," his face has contorted into one of complete rage.

He doesn't give me time to answer, he grabs my hand and we fly.

We're at his camp, he whistles and the Lost Boys come running along with a boy in clothes that make him look a lot different to the others, he looks sweet, he looks like...

"Henry?" I shout and he looks up, so it is him.

"Yes, how do you-"

"Silence." Pan shouts and Felix leads Henry away, he looks back at me and I vow to myself to reunite him with his parents, they have been mean but that's no reason for me to keep a child from his parents.

"Right lads, we know where they are and so we will find them. They harmed Fay whilst she was prisoner and they need to pay." The boys cheer and Pan leads the way.

I stumble along trying not to look too involved, they believed I was one of Pan's cronies before so if they see me, unbound and with Pan's war party they'll never help me off the island.

We approach Neal's cave and Pan lands in front of me, "you stay here, we don't want them getting to you again."

I nod.

"Emma. Nice to see you again." Pan greets her and her friends draw their weapons looking around them to where the Lost Boys are inevitably hiding.

"Your new girlfriend tell you where we are?" She's talking about me, God. Pan is keeping me prisoner on his island and they think I'm his freaking girlfriend.

"Fay is safely with us after what you did to her." Oh no.

"What we did to her? We didn't do anything! You cast a curse that made her have a fit or something." Oh dear. If he links that with how he saw me last... this could get messy, I go to bolt and realise I've been chained to the tree. Excellent. My ankle is now attached to a tree.

The rattling of the chains attracts the attention of Pan and Emma, they look in my direction and my cheeks redden.

"Hi." I mock salute and Emma narrows her eyes, trying to connect the dots no doubt.

"Show them. Remind them what they did to you." Does he really want me to show my cuts? Seriously?

"What? No I'm not." Suddenly his nose is pressed against mine and we're face to face.

"Show them or I'll show them for you."

"Oh- okay." I raise my sleeves.

"Jesus..." David lowers his sword and stares, I hate this part.

"You did this." Pan states.

"No... I think you'll find that was her." Hook responds. This is where the trolley ends, I am so screwed. I try to bolt again but the chain pulls me over.

"Nonsense, why would anyone do a thing like that to themselves?" Pan scoffs but he glances at me nervously.

"You really meant it, what you said in the cave." Mary Margaret looks at me like a wounded dear and I nearly cry, this is awful. I hate people feeling sorry for me.

What was it Hook said?

'Imagine what you want and it will appear'

I close my eyes, as tight as I can and the chains around my ankle disappear, I smile. When I open them Pan is looking at me with fire in his eyes, "you would do such a disgraceful thing to yourself? You disgust me."

What?

Wait.

What?

My head starts to melt.

My legs give in and I slump to the floor.

I sit there.

I feel like I'm in a game.

Or a film.

Just watching.

From behind a camera.

Pan grabs me by the wrist and we arrive at his camp, I am thrown in a cage like Neal.

I imagine it gone but it stays.

"That magic won't work, all of my cage's have been crafted so the Neverland Magic does nothing." Pan crouches in front of the crate.

He pauses and stares at me, searching for something.

"Why do you do it? I don't understand."

"Do what?"

"Those... Things on your arms." He is obviously finding it hard to say.

"It helps to focus me, my brain is like a traffic jam on spaghetti junction at rush hour, everything is noise and shouting, most of it less than PG and doing this," I look at my now bare arms, "helps me make sense of everything."

"So that's why you pushed on your legs before the fight?"

I nod.

"And why you winced whenever anyone came near your arms?"

I nod.

He sighs and looks away.

"My sister was like you."

"You have a sister?"

"Had."

Oh.

"I found her covered in blood in the stables, at first I thought she'd been attacked, the amount of blood there was but then I saw her arms, covered in blood and with two neat lines from the hand to the elbow. She'd painted, with the blood on the wall. 'God forgive me'"

He had sat down, his back against the crate, "after that, I turned to rum. I was 17 when I found her by 20 I had a child and by 30 I'd abandoned him for here."

"You're 30?"

He chuckles lightly, "I'm so much older than that."

"I'm sorry about your sister."

"Don't be, she's happy now, I hope."

"Can you let me out now?"

He stands, "no. I need you safe."

What.

Crap.

No.

"Don't trap me. I can't be locked up again." He walks away and my shouts fall on death ears that won't stop me, "let me the hell out. Hey come back here and face me."

I shout at him until my throat becomes dry, I throw myself at the walls of the crate but nothing happens, I can't get enough weight behind me in here.

I settle down and retreat into my brain some time passes when I'm brought out of my head by someone poking me in the back.

"Can you not-" I whip round and see the last person I expected, "Henry?"

"So you do now who I am?"

"Yes, I was with your family. Your dad and your mum and grandparents and a pirate." I begin to get excited now, the prospect of somebody in this world getting a happy ending is making me tingle with some kind of happy feeling.

"My dad?" His face drops and I can tell he doesn't believe me, "my dad is dead."

"I saw him! Neal, with the stubble and the grey shirts!"

He shakes his head, "my dad died, he was shot."

"No, please!"

He gets up and walks away, "I really saw him! I swear!"

A/N what do you think of the name? And how do you like this chapter? It's a little longer than most of the others but I got carried away. Also I hope Pan's initial reaction to self harm didn't trigger anyone, there is a trigger warning on the story.

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