Being lost is okay

Stay awake (15)

The duo had transported to a cliff above a beach. It was the first beach Stiles had seen in a very long time. The white sand was littered with misshapen rocks. The waves splashed, occasionally the sea would pick up a rock and take it back for itself.

"It's beautiful,"

"I know," Pan smiled, looking around. "I made it." Stiles rolled his eyes. Pan chuckled, squatting down. He placed Stiles onto the ground, Stiles letting out another groan.

"I'm going to heal your legs first," Pan told.

"You can heal?" Stiles asked.

"And kill," Pan deadpanned. Stiles snorted, Pan gave Stiles a concerned look. "The blood loss is getting to you."

"How lovely," Stiles' eyes wondered down to his legs. Both legs wounds were very deep. An large amount of blood had dripped down Stiles jeans, staining them. "Aw, these were my favorite jeans!" Stiles slurred.

"Correction. The blood loss is definitely getting to you,"

"Your second ruined my jeans!" Stiles whined. Pan gave Stiles a questionable look.

"How did you know Felix was my second?" Stiles watched as Pan's hand hovered over Stiles' left leg wound. His hand glowed a light green. Stiles watched with slight fascination and slight horror as his skin stitched itself back together.

"Mean. He looked mean. Very mean looking," Stiles answered, laying his head down on the floor. "just like you," Pan moved onto the other leg.

"Would a mean person be healing you?" Pan asked.

"If they wanted something," Stiles answered. "And you want something."

"What is it that I want, Mischief?"

"No idea," Stiles shut his eyes. "You won't tell me."

"Take a guess," Pan grabbed Stiles' right hand, healing it but Stiles didn't notice. He had begun the decent into unconsciousness. Stiles hadn't even noticed his lack of consciousness until a warm breath tickled his right ear, awaking Stiles with a start.

"What did you-"

"I need you to stay awake," Pan smirked. "And I healed your ear, just did it the fun way."

"I don't really like the fun way," Stiles grumbled.

"Then don't fall asleep," Pan shot back, moving onto Stiles' left hand.

"I have a question," Stiles lifted his now healed hand in the air. His speech had become even more slurred. Pan looked up to Stiles' face. If someone had taken a closer look, they would have seen the worry that was creeping under Pan's skin.

"If you're the bad guy," Stiles continued, unaware of Pan's condition. Pan cupped Stiles' left ear. "Hook! What about the ol' captain Hook? He the good guy? You kill him?" Before Pan could answer Stiles gasped. "What about Tinkerbell? Or Wendy and the other two that I swear I did not forget their names. I love Tinkerbell." Pan chuckled. He summoned a washcloth and a bucket of water.

"You have dried blood all over you," Pan dipped the washcloth into the bucket. He picked Stiles' hand up and brought it bringing it to Stiles' now healed hand.

"You ruined my pants," Stiles whined.

"I did no such thing," Pan said, wiping the blood off of Stiles' other hand. "Felix did."

"Potato, tomato," Stiles speech continued to worsen. Pan chuckled, dipping the washcloth back into the bucket.

"That's not how that goes," Pan moved towards Stiles' ear and placed the wash cloth onto it. Stiles closed his eyes.

"I don't feel so good," Stiles' head was spinning. Pan put the washcloth down and placed his hands on the sides of Stiles' head. Stiles opened his eyes, making eye contact with Pan.

"You're fine," Pan forced. "Stay awake."

Stiles grogginess washed away. Stiles was aware that it was a false state of security. Almost like Pan had put a blanket over the problem. He'd take it though.

"Good," Pan nodded, standing up. Pan waved his hands over Stiles. Stiles looked down. His blood stained jeans had been replaced. 

"Leather pants?" Stiles deadpanned. "Really?" Pan smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

"I think you look absolutely fetching,"

"Fix it," Stiles growled. Pan rolled his eyes, amusement within them. He waved his hand over Stiles once again. Black sweatpants appeared this time. Stiles placed his head back down, sighing.

"That was so fun," Stiles spoke. "I loved being tied up to a tree and being used as target practice. I love seeing Henry dead inside. You know what I absolutely love?"

"Me?"

"I despise you," Stiles seethed. "You control me, hurt me, use me. You are the absolute scum of the earth, Pan. You're worse than the demon that possessed me."

"The nogistune," Pan chuckled. Stiles neck snapped to Pan.

"How did you-"

"Not important," Pan got up, dusting his pants off. He held out a hand towards Stiles. Stiles sat there, staring at the outstretched hand. Stiles pushed off the ground, not taking Pan's hand. Stiles walked past Pan, into the woods.

"Where are you-"

"Away from you!" Stiles yelled, refusing to turn back around.

Pan didn't follow.

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This was originally apart of the previous chapter but it was way too long. 

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