Peter's P.O.V.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as the colour slowly drained from her face.

"We don't have to hide anymore," she whispered.

She started shrugging forward on her stomach, trying to get a better view.

"Remy, wait!," Curly whispered frantically, grabbing for her ankles but missing. "Stop, they'll see us! Who are these people?"

Remy ignored him and kept moving forward. I noticed if she moved any further she would blow our cover.

"Remy!," I whispered as quietly as I could. "Stop!"

I stretched for her hand and grabbed it, stopping her. She tried to wrench it free but my grip was strong.

"Peter! Stop it! Let me go!"

I ignored her attempts to get through to me and simply focused on her face. Over the two years it had changed dramatically. Her cheekbones were more defined, her eyebrows darker and her hair was longer and softer-looking. I could see a faint glimmer in her dark eyes and it reminded me of when they used to sparkle like stars when she was younger. Suddenly my left hand which I was leaning on went straight for her hand that I was already holding. I held on hard, and suddenly she stopped trying to release herself. She stared at me with thought, and a wave of sadness overcame her face. She was remembering too. She was remembering how close we used to be, how we fought. My eyes prickled when her death came to mind and I blinked repeatedly, breaking my gaze. But now I was thinking about it I couldn't stop.
I remembered when I was holding her and telling her I would carry her back to the Indians, and when she brought her palm to my cheek and wiped away my tears when she knew she was going to die. How she comforted me when she was on the verge of her last breath. When I carried her after she died, and I never wanted to let her go. How I wanted to run off with her when she was alive but was too shy to admit it. How she made me feel full and happy even when I was in the darkest of thoughts or times. I knew then that my biggest regret was not telling her when I had countless chances how I felt about her. When I told her I loved her I didn't take it seriously enough. I should have told her everything I felt and not let her go. And then I realised something.

I still felt every single one of those things.

"Peter," she said to me quietly, interrupting my thumping hearts reaction at this realisation. "Let me go. Please."

I really, really didn't want to. I had let her go once already, that being one of the biggest mistakes of my life. But my hands loosened around her hand and she slipped it out slowly and carefully, maybe afraid that I would change my mind. I felt movement on my left and turned my head to see Curly gazing at me, a knowing look on his face.

"What?," I whispered.

A smirk tugged around the corners of his mouth and his eyes darted from Remy to me. I took a peek at Remy and looked back at Curly, shaking my head and trying to show him he was wrong.

Curly was unconvinced and smiled at me sweetly, bobbing his eyebrows up and down. I scowled and turned away from him just in time to see Remy with her knees under her stomach, balancing on her feet ready to spring up.

"Remy!," Curly whispered. "What are you doing? We don't know who they are! What if they're new pirates or something? Then what?"

"Curly!," she hissed. "I know these people! Peter, look!"

My eyes followed to where she pointed her index finger. She was pointing to one of the lads we were spying on. He seemed oddly familiar. I looked at her, puzzled.

"Sean!" she sighed in annoyance.

Oh. The best friend. What was he doing here?

"Why is he here?," I demanded. She groaned.

"I don't know. Why don't we go find out?"

"So…they're not pirates then?," Curly asked.

To my annoyance Remy's face softened. "No, Curly. They're friends."

He frowned. "So why have we been hiding then?"

"Because they might have been dangerous, and we can't afford for anyone to be hurt," I said, interrupting Remy's reply. She gave me a deathly glare.

I was about to continue when she jumped up from the grass unannounced.

"Sean! Look! I'm here, I'm fi-"

A blur of black and blue engulfed her before she could even finish her sentence, knocking her straight back down to the ground beside me. I grabbed my knife from the ground and pointed it at the person on top of her, ready to strike.

"REMY!," it shrieked. "YOU'RE HERE! YOU'RE HERE!"

"I'm here Sean," Remy said soothingly, brushing his cheek with her hand. "I'm here."

She gently pushed Sean off of her and sat him and herself up. He gaped at her.

"I can't believe…I thought I lost…I thought you..," he stammered, clearly lost for words. He swallowed, trying to calm his speech.

"I t-thought you ran away and you were in d-danger," he finally managed.

Remy simply opened his arms and he fell into them.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry..."

She kissed the top of his head and hugged him hard. I felt my knife drooping down from my hand. Instead of looking at them I turned my gaze and looked at the five others he had brought with him. The one at the front was looking at me cautiously, his pale blue eyes occasionally going from me to my knife. I dropped it onto the grass and turned back to Remy and Sean, who were still embracing. I sighed. We didn't have time for this. We had only a short time to find the Sword of Anmil and this was going to be a heavy distraction if I let it be.

"Remy," I said. "We'll bring these back to camp, but we have to keep looking for the sword. We don't have time to spare."

Sean turned around and Remy once again glared at me over his shoulder.

"Who are you?," Sean asked.

"He lives here. And so does he," Remy said pointing at Curly.

"But what's he talking about?," he asked again. "What sword? Why are you here, Remy?"

I rolled my eyes. What with Sean's questions and the new arrivals, this was certainly going to be a long, long day.