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Chapter 14: Lost and Found

Baelfire became my special case. He was frightened of the other Lost Boys, anti-social, and had no friends besides me. I truly felt for the poor boy. His only family on the island was gone most of the time, doing God knows what. So he became my friend, and in return I was the only person on the island he trusted. So after just one week of being on Neverland and not eating that entire time, I had to intervene.

I poked him with a bird leg, freshly roasted. "Eat." I was bored, with Peter off making another new treaty with the Picanny chief.

He just stared up at me from his log, wearing that kicked puppy expression. "Not hungry."

"You we don't need to eat on Neverland, but you've probably already figured that out," I said, swinging one leg across the log to straddle it. "It'll make you feel a lot better. Now, eat. The. Food."

"Or what?" He asked, flipping the too long brown hair out of his eyes. I ought to ask Tink to help me give the boys haircuts.

"Or I'll dump you in Mermaid Lagoon," I retorted, waving the drumstick in his face.

He took it and began to chow down, faster than anyone I've seen in my life. "What is it?" He asked through mouthfuls of meat.

"Wendy-bird," I joked, before seeing his shocked and repulsed expression. "Kidding! It's neverbird. They don't fly and are quite easy to catch, the only hard part is that they live in the mountains."

Baelfire seemed to relax at this, now savoring the food. Once he was done, I grabbed the bone and threw it into the fire, pleased at how it glowed white for just a second before erupting into a series of cracklings and popping. The Lost Boys all ducked and drew their weapons, on the look out for pirates but scoffed when they saw it was a bone. My mad cackling probably helped them draw the conclusion a lot faster as well.

Baelfire was quiet again and I reached out to touch his cheek, effectively getting his attention. "I know you may not like this, but we are your family now. And what Wendy told you about leaving this place, it's not that we can't. We don't want to."

"My family is back in London," he said stubbornly.

I sighed, knowing that telling him that Wendy was a dirty, lying traitor wouldn't help with gaining his trust. Standing up, I gave the boy's leg a pat. "Training starts in an hour and we're having a celebration tonight. I hope you'll be involved in one of them."

I went to go find my own weapon, dumping a handful of them in the clearing. The boys all trickled in, pushing each other and laughing. I smiled on as Felix joined me at the front. Being the oldest Lost Boys, we were in charge of training all of the new ones. The bad thing was that they all seemed to like archery for some odd reason, while Felix was more about brute force and I was more of a dodge and evade kind of fighter. It was fun though and when Baelfire finally staggered in, I felt accomplished for some reason. Especially when he beat Felix in a sparring contest, using some moves I had only taught him ten minutes prior.

Training ended when Felix was sprawled on the forest floor and Baelfire holding a dagger to his throat. The others were screaming for blood. To the crowd's disappointment, no blood was shed, just the sheathing of a dagger and a sharp blow to Felix's pride. Laughing, all the boys walked into the main camp, Baelfire being carried on Alex's shoulders. I put my arms around Felix's and Rufio's shoulders, the three of us walking and laughing.

"Don't worry Felix, your pride will grow back someday," Rufio said, patting his shoulder.

Felix growled. to which I added, "How does it feel to be taken down by a kid who's only been on the island for a week?"

Felix clocked me the side of my head, to which I head butted his arm. He took this as a threat and we began to wrestle, once I let go of Rufio's shoulder. After a bit of struggling, Felix ended up laying face down of the dirt, with me sitting on his back, holding him in a headlock. Both of us were dirty and covered in pine needles, but I really didn't care.

"Relent!" I shouted.

"Never!" Felix twisted to pinch my knee, but I just stepped on his arm. Whoops.

"And for the second time today, Felix Haven has been brutally defeated!" Rufio announced, picking me up and tossing me onto his shoulders. I cheered and we headed into camp like that, with Felix sulking behind us.

Rufio let me down as we made it to the glade, with everyone dancing around campfire. I danced right along with them, letting out whooping cries of triumph. The only ones that weren't dancing were a set of triplets, who were playing the drums, and Felix who was watching from a log. Laughing I pulled him from the log and despite his protests, we rejoined the dance. The beat was raw and inviting, possibly the best part of being a Lost Boy. No regulatory adults, just raw emotion to be felt whenever it decided to make its entrance.

Which is exactly when Peter decided to make his entrance. I felt myself being yanked from the circle and out of the corner I saw the same had been done to Felix. Peter stood in front of us, but he was unrecognizable. He was covered in blood, most of it not his own. His dagger was covered in blood as well, the red staining the metal. Peter's pupils were blown out, only leaving a sliver of dark green iris. This wasn't Peter. This was Pan, King of Neverland. This was the person that had earned us our murderous reputation.

"What were you trying to do?!" He shouted at Felix, breathing hard. Had he ran all the way from the Picannys' camp?

Felix raised an eyebrow. "It's called dancing."

"You cheating, lying, bastard!" He shouted, causing all of us to openly stare. The triplets had stopped playing and now all of the boys where watching us three with bated breath.

Peter raised his dagger at Felix, fully intent to bring it down against the other's skull. I jumped in front, my hand holding Peter's arm where it couldn't do any damage.

"Peter," I whispered, slowly taking the dagger out of his hand. "Come back to us. You're not... This is Pan. This isn't you."

He stood there, before blinking twice. He seemed to take In everything with a new observance. "Nibs?"

I sighed in relief, and took his hand in mine. I led him to our treehouse, climbing up the ladder. After I made sure he got up there. Once I closed the door, I heard Felix shout at the boys to "Mind your own business, goddammit." Good old Felix.

He sat down on the bed while I grabbed the bucket,a mound of spare bandages, and cloths we kept in here for times like this. He peeled off his shirt and three it in the corner, too torn up and bloodied to be useful anymore. We could always add shirts to the list when Hook came back for our supply run.

"What were you doing with him?" He growled, wincing as I began to dab a wet cloth onto his angry wounds.

"We were dancing. If you haven't noticed he doesn't do it a lot," I tried to answer as calmly as possible.

"Why? There are plenty of other boys, why him? Am I not good enough for you?" He snarled, grabbing my hand as he turned to face me.

Outraged, I slapped him on the cheek. "He's my brother. We kept it from you because we were scared you'd leave him in the Enchanted Forest."

"You lied to me?!" He roared.

I yanked my hand out of his grip. "Would you have left him?"

"You lied."

"Not exactly, I just didn't tell you. Now would you have left him? Yes or no?"

"... Yes."

Satisfied, I turned him back around to clean all the dirt out of a nasty gash on his back. I picked a rock out of it, which was slightly disgusting. What was he doing, wrestling with Neverbeasts? Sighing, I inspected several wounds all narrowly missing his spine. They dipped inwards, the center point being the deepest. I heard him gasp in pain as I moved a flap of dead and red hued skin out of the way. Arrow wounds. He was lucky to be alive.

"Secondly," I added as a second thought, one that would possibly get me killed. "Frankly, I have no idea what you're doing most of time, in fact I don't really care at this point. If you want someone to give a damn, go back to Tigerlily. I'm certain she'll find other ways to comfort you that I can't give."

He was silent for a while, and I thought this would be the last night I would live to see. Goodbye Neverland, it was nice to be here. But he spoke up. "I can't do that."

A little exasperated I snapped, "Well why not? Did you and your little girlfriend have a fight?"

"They're dead," he said, more level than I had imagined.

"Did you-" I swallowed, my throat feeling suddenly dry. "Did you kill them?"

"Yes."

I let this information sink in, continuing to bandage his entire abdomen. Was I shocked? A little bit. Did I expect this? The more I thought about it, I realized I wasn't. Their end was inevitable, with Peter growing more and more territorial. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. Well, that was one group out of the way. All that was left was the pirates. But, this might also have been the shadow talking.

I tucked the end of the bandage into the other wrappings before finishing it off with a knot. Blood was already starting to stain it and I would have to redress the wounds in the morning. "You're done."

Peter nodded, turning to face me. I kept my head down, knowing he actually might send me away from Neverland for lying. He lifted a hand to my cheek, cupping it. Startled, I looked up. He took this as his chance to kiss me. I was taken aback and pushed him out of the way, scrambling to the edge of the bed.

"Bloody hell, Peter!" I made out. Very articulate, good job to me.

He smirked. "Were you not expecting that? I've waited forty years to do that."

"What, just what?" I asked, my brain still refused to process the events that had just happened. "You've been waiting forty years? That's-"

"Ever since we arrived? Yes, it is," he calmly stated. I didn't know how he could be so calm about this, about any of this! "Was that your first?"

"No!" I lied.

Peter just quirked one of his eyebrows and I sighed. "Yes it was. Happy?"

"Not really," he stated, before kissing me again, pushing me on my back. My head landed on the pillow, but that didn't really register.

The kiss wasn't sweet like the first one. This one was hungry, like we would be separated at any moment. I kissed back with as much fervor, having been waiting for this as long as he had. I felt him climb on top of me, and my hands went immediately to his shoulders, my fingers tracing the old burn on his right shoulder.

When he finally broke off the kiss, a smirk played upon his lips. "Much better. Don't you think?"

"Yeah," I breathed. I felt as if this was just a daydream of mine and I'd wake up sitting around the campfire.

Peter leaned down to kiss me again, and I could feel him using one arm to try and rid me of my shirt. I obliged, breaking the kiss for a second while I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it towards the other wall, not caring where it landed. A cold draft immediately hit my skin, making me shiver. But that was all lost when we resumes the kiss, making me forget everything. Baelfire, dying, the shadow, everything just seemed to melt away from my thoughts as the night continued on, with Peter right next to me.

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