Nancy Jones- abandoned on Neverland by her father at age 15. Left to fend for herself against Pan and his evil lost boys by her father a once great pirate.
Nancy met another abandoned child on the island and together they escaped. Bealfire and Nan...
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"You look pensive." I muttered from behind Nancy as I sat down at the top of the stairs and watched her through the metal rungs.
She was curled up on the little armchair we'd brought from her old cabin room, in front of the rain splattered window, staring down at a book with a small, thoughtful scowl on her pretty face.
The only light on her was from a small candle she had placed beside herself in an ornate, old fashioned shade I knew came from the ship too.
It was dropping dark outside and we'd been home for a few hours. Stefan was back at the Inn with Valerie where they and the others were crashing, while Matt, Enzo and Bonnie had gone back to eat at the dinner before heading for their own beds.
I'd had a suspicion that something was happening between mine and Nancy's ex-Augustine-cellmate and Bonnie but I wasn't quite sure just yet.
Nancy gave a low hum in response as she tilted her head back to see me by an inch. Her long, tanned legs were tucked up on the chair, bare in only shorts and an old shirt of mine she'd stolen probably decades before. Her hair was down and waving down her back and her ringed fingers were agile in their movements from page to page.
The little make-shift reading nook was a small landing space at the top of our penthouse's stairs, the armchair being placed under a small industrial sliding window on the top floor.
"You alright?" "I'm reading." She replied shortly and I sighed, "what's wrong?" I could read her- ironically- like a book.
"Nothing." Was her vacant reply. "Clearly." I scoffed sarcastically. "Why do you care?" She asked suddenly becoming rather defensive like I'd said something offensive.
"Because I care about you and you seem upset." I replied and she shot me a fleeting glare before focusing her, now-burning, stare back to the page.
"I.....I'm-." For a moment it was like she was about to open up.
Then the hope in my heart died.
"I'm fine." She was shutting me out again. The stoney resolve in her voice quavering but her tone dark and harsh. "Nancy please don't-." "Don't what? Shut you out?....I'm not Damon, I'm just protecting myself." She asserted but I was confused.
"From what?" "From you." She said and I suddenly felt like the past few hours of feeling close to her again, the admission of my feelings and my acceptance of hers was for nothing.
"What do you mean from me?" "I don't wanna fall for you Damon." She spoke barely above a whisper, so quiet that the sound of her shaking shoulders as her voice broke out in a weak sob at the end of her sentence, was the only reason I knew she was now crying.
"What?" I asked in what sounded like a gasp- all of the air was batted out of my lungs like I'd been struck a hard blow to my chest.
"I.....I......I don't want to be a distraction for the next se....seventy years......I.....I love you but.....but I can't get hurt again." She sobbed and my heart shattered.
