Okay, okay before you throw rocks and chase me with pitchforks or whatever you angry people do, let me explain why I haven't uploaded in a few days (...few weeks - details) I have a really good excuse.

Okay so I was walking to my computer, ready to write an epic chapter for you guys, like a super long one with a lot of awesome twist and turns when the ceiling to my room got knocked off. I looked up to see a huge UFO hovering over my room. I was about to run and scream etc but not being a very physical-exercise kind of person, I got to about two steps before a huge metal thingy grabbed me and pulled me into the UFO. Long story short, I was abducted by aliens. We had a lot of fun and since I was such awesome company and they refused to let me go, but after some convincing they agreed.

So.. yeah. And unfortunately they erased my memory of the epic chapter I was going to write for you guys so you're stuck with this one:

Chapter 32: Blood Is Thicker

Mya's P.O.V

I walked beside my father to shore, where the Jolly Roger would be.

"So, would you care to explain what's going on between you and... Pan." My father spat out his name as if even pronouncing it made him barf in disgust.

"...Nothing." I replied subtly. He gave me a 'don't shit with me' look. "What?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Why would he let you leave? In fact, why would he keep you in the first place?" He inquired.

"Those are all excellent questions. Why don't you ask him?" I suggested. "Hey- Isn't that the Jolly Roger?" I pointed ahead at the ship, trying to change the course of the conversation. "Looks great. Did you repaint it?"

"Mya, don't change the subject." He scolded me. Damn it. My attempt at avoiding this had failed. "Tell me what happened."

"Dad, nothing happened." I said. If 'nothing' meant 'a little insignificant kiss which wasn't little or insignificant and maybe a few conversations on the matter along with a lot of arguing'. Then yes. Nothing happened.

"Then why did he save my life?"

"Err... He was feeling benevolent...?" I tempted.

My father shook his head, obviously not buying it. "He did it for you. What I would like to know is why?"

"It's probably because of my spectacular personality that makes people love me and rends them unable to resist acting upon my every request." I told him.

He breathed heavily. "So he loves you? Is that it?"

"Wha- I never said that." I denied.

"You just said that."

Crap. I did say that. "...No."

"Mya!" Okay, he was angry now. "You can't possibly believe that a monster like him could possibly love anyone." He claimed.

"Well he is a little cold-hearted but-"

"He doesn't even have a heart." My father interrupted me. How rude.

"That's not true." He glared at me. "...Not that I would know..." I added. "But he might not be that bad. He did save your life."

"And who do you think will benefit from that?" He asked rhetorically.

"Apart from you?" I raised my eyebrows. He was alive, I'd consider that a benefit.

"Point is: Pan doesn't do things without a reason." He stated. "And for this kindness he showed today, he'll want something in return."

"Maybe he just thought it was the right thing to do." I defended Peter. My opinion on him had finally turned positive, I didn't want to jeopardize that because of some wild theories my father had.

"Why are you defending him?"

"Because I'm a wonderful person." I explained simply.

His eyebrows started to furrow, and his lips parted a couple times before he actually spoke. "...Do you have feelings for him?"

I ignored how unbelievably awkward this question was, coming from my father. And, not wanting to lie... or tell the truth, I did neither.

My father sighed as I didn't respond and looked the other way. I couldn't fool him. He knew.

"Let's go." He continued walking, steps ahead of me. I didn't make the effort to walk beside him anymore. He was clearly disappointed in me. But I couldn't help how I felt. And knowing he didn't approve, it made me feel guilty.

But even if I could change the way I felt about Peter, would I?

Third Person

Pan did not look in the mood for chitchat as he stormed into tree trunk. And Felix knew well enough he wasn't. But that didn't prevent him from entering.

Stupid move. "What." Peter snapped.

"Why did you do that?" Felix asked, not referring to an action in particular, just the general landscape of events that had recently occurred.

Pan was facing the wall in front of him, his back to the Lost Boy. "Why not?" That was his usual cryptic response for everything. But it wasn't good enough for Felix.

"If you killed the pirate he'd be gone from your list of problems." He pointed out.

"If I killed the pirate, I'd loose Mya." Pan turned to face him. "You, on the other hand, could have done it. It's a shame you didn't have the guts to. I guess you're not as tough as you claim to be." He smirked, taking a step forwards. "The pirate is going to be taken care of. But right now, I have bigger problems to attend to. So leave." He shooed the Lost Boy away and shifted back to stare at the wall.

Felix left quietly, not bothering to ask what these 'bigger problems' were. And what was staring at a wall going to do to help solve them.

Mya's P.O.V

"You're mad at me." It wasn't a question; it was a statement I made as I stood next to my father on deck.

He had his hand, and hook, gripping the rudder, although the ship was still, swaying lightly.

"I'm not mad." He said, staring forwards. "I just thought you were smarter than this."

"I am smart. And if I believe him, then he is telling the truth. He let me come with you, doesn't that prove anything?"

"It proves nothing." He insisted. "He's just trying to get to you, to get to me."

I felt slightly offended that it was so unbelievable for him that Peter could actually care about me. "Fine then. Leave Neverland. Go as far away from Peter as possible so he can't get to you. I'll be at camp." As I was about to turn around, he grabbed my arm.

"You're not going back to him." He ordered. "He'll never give you back. I won't loose you too."

"Then what? You'll keep me prisoner in my room? That'll make you just as bad as he is." I spat.

"Don't compare me to him." His grip on me hardened.

"Ouch." I glared at his hand on my arm. "Let me go. You're hurting me."

"You're going to choose him over your own father?" He ignore my 'ouch' comment.

"Don't make me choose." I warned him, trying to break free of his grip. Why was he being like this? He'd never lay hands on me unless- "Have you been drinking?"

His hand left my arm. "Maybe a little."

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "Why are you doing this?"

He ignored my question. "Blood is thicker than water, Mya." He said. "Don't make the mistake of choosing him. You'll regret it."

I studied my father before turning around and running inside my cabin.

I thought he was done drinking, at least not this much, but apparently I was wrong.

And it was my fault that he was. I drove him to it. But he had no right to make me choose between him and Peter.

At least I told myself that. Partly because, deep down, I had no idea who I'd choose. And that scared me to death.

I MISSED WRITING THIS.

Stupid aliens... You guys should watch out for those bitches... Seriously.

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