Remy's POV:

As soon as the shouts began I fled the camp immediately, running towards the cliff top. The air was now cold, and the sky cloudy, reflecting my own mood. I sat in the grass, letting the cold breeze wash over me, trying to focus on anything other than what was after happening. But it was impossible.

Why did he want me? What could he gain from this? Did he know what I was up to?

Why don't I just go?

I couldn't help thinking it. But I couldn't. The last time I went voluntarily to Hook, what happened? Oh yeah. My murder. Won't be forgetting that in a hurry.

I wore a t – shirt and my arms were bare. I shivered as thunder roared above, threatening to strike lighting. I had never seen lightning before, only pictures and videos of it. Just as I began contemplating how much lightning it would take to blow up the dark ship on the waters ahead, I heard dry grass crunching behind.

"Hello."

I didn't really want to turn around. Because number one : I didn't want to talk about what had just happened, and number two : I didn't want anyone to see the ridiculous baby tears in my eyes. As if crying would actually solve anything.

"Hey."

Tadhg sat beside me carefully, as if the slightest sound might break me. I trained my eyes to an imaginary spot in the distance.

"It's quiet now in camp," he said. "Everyone's gone to bed."

I looked at him. "What? Now?"

He shrugged. "I guess. No one really knows what to do. Obviously they won't hand you over to Hook."

"Yeah," I said. "Obviously."

He wasn't put off. "What – what are you gonna do now?"

I thought about it. I didn't know really. I couldn't go to Hook without destroying the bonds first…but he had given us three days.

In one flashback moment I thought of my mother and Joseph back home, eagerly awaiting my return home so they could show me my new room. Oh God. Had I passed my deadline?

I pushed that away for the moment. One thing at a time, I told myself sternly.

"I – I think I'm going to do what I came here to do. I'm going to break those damn bonds between me and the tribe" – my heart sank at the very thought of the outcome – "and then I'll leave it to them to kill Hook. And then we'll all go home and everyone will live happily ever after. The end."

Peter. He wouldn't live happily ever after not by a long shot.

Oh no. What was I going to do about him? There mightn't even be a chance for him.

Well. There might be. Possibly.

"It's not happily ever after though," he disagreed. "It's not for you." Then he shut up abruptly.

"News travels fast."

He sighed. "Peter told Sean, and Sean told me. Sorry. I didn't mean to say it."

"It's fine." Even though it wasn't. "You were all gonna find out eventually. I just – I just can't believe they'll forget me. When it happens. They'll never remember me again. They're my second family, y'know? I can't help loving them. And I know that when I leave, I won't ever be coming back. So I don't really know what I'm getting worked up about."

"You'll still have to see them, though. Won't you? After you do it."

"Yeah. And they won't know who I am."

"Sucks."

"Yeah."

We sat there for a long time, watching the waves crashing on top of each other, dominating each other.

And when it was too dark to see, we got up quietly and walked back to camp in the pitch black.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this," I said, feeling blind as a bat.

"Nah. I was the one who was watching that night," he joked.

"Too nosey for your own good," I scolded jokingly.

"Pretty much."

And we both laughed at that, for a little too long.

"Tadhg?"

"Yeah?"

I wanted to apologise for leading him on, because I could hardly think about boys as it was, especially with the Peter situation. It was all too much. I was taking care of one thing at a time.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into – into – into me."

I resisted the urge to slap myself across the face. How worse could I have put it, really?

"I mean – into my life. And what's going on with me. And stuff."

I could have made a career as a public speaker, really.

Tadhg didn't say anything. As we reached the bottom of the cliff, I considered running for it. I had said what I needed to say.

Just as I was measuring the exact distance from the cliff to my tent, Tadhg cleared his throat.

I winced.

"I'm sorry too."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have lead you on. You were vulnerable, weren't you? With the whole Peter thing."

Everyone word of that sentence was dripping with guilt. The amount of sadness I had been bottling up inside suddenly washed over me, creating a bad stench in my nose.

"Tadhg, I lead you on. I shouldn't have, but I did. It's my fault. I wasn't vulnerable. I was being selfish and stupid. I'm sorry."

There was a very awkward pause.

"But I'd still like to be friends," I blurted out.

Oh God. Oh no. No no no no. I had just – oh God no.

I had just placed Tadhg in the zone of the friend.

Above my mental screams in my ears, I could just hear the crackling of the campfire. Tadhg still hadn't said anything.

Besides the outlines of the tents, I could see the flickering flames. Tadhg still hadn't said anything.

It was all very unnerving.

And then, as we reached the campfire, where we could see each other's faces, mine probably full of mortification, and his unreadable, I did the worst possible thing I could ever think of.

I held out my hand.

And he, rather uncomfortably, took it, and I shook it.

And then I said goodnight and scurried as fast as I could back to my tent, leaving him alone and unable to respond fast enough.

When I got to bed, I didn't know whether to cry or to go back out and try to fix what I had just done.

But, what with being the coward I was, I pretty much cried into my pillow all night.

A/N : Poor Tadhg. He got friendzoned. We've all been there. We feel ya, Tadhg.

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