Wildest Dreams - Peter Pan OUAT

3x03 - Quite a Common Fairy

     Wendy

     I wake up the next morning in a tent, that I don't remember falling asleep in. I slowly raise myself in a sitting position. My memories surface as I remember the attack those people had against the Lost Boys. I remember Peter pretending to be Henry. I remember the Lost Boys running out from the trees leaving me to hide. I remember all the arrows flying and swords clashing. I remember seeing him. The man that kidnapped me and murdered my family and the rest of the villagers. Hook.

     My hands fly to my stomach, also remembering how I was cut with one of my own arrows by the man named David. I reach under the green shirt covering my torso, feeling my stomach expecting to find a bandage covering a large cut. But instead I am met with smooth skin, my eyes widen. I get out of the small cot and stand up. I pull up the shirt slowly, looking down at my stomach to see my skin clear with no wound. "Impossible." I breathe out. I look towards the exit flaps of the tent, my eyebrows furrowing as I hear loud commotion coming from outside.

     I quickly pull my shirt back down and start towards the exit, I pull back the flaps and walk out of the tent. Squinting my eyes as they have to adjust to the sudden light. The Lost Boys are playing their regular games, rough housing with each other like wild animals. Some of the boys bring their attention towards me, eyeing me like they are trying to analyze me. I quickly avert my eyes from their gazes and walk past them towards the fire pit. I see Henry curled up sleeping near a large tree, when Peter walks up to his side.

     "Wake up, I've got something for you." Henry sits up just in time, as Peters throws him an apple. Henry stares down at the apple he now holds in his hands. "I don't like apples." Henry says quietly looking up at Peter. "Who doesn't like apples?" Peter asks. "Its a family thing.." Henry says hesitantly, he glances over to me for a split second before returning his gaze back on the threatening Lost Boy. Peter smiles wickedly, "Don't worry." He crouches down to be at eye level with Henry. "They're not for eating. Its for a game, a really fun game." Peter reveals a crossbow from behind his back and points it directly at Henry. "I call it target practice."

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     Third Person POV

     "So, this whole trek up here has been for nothing?" Emma asks out of breath. Regina looks back at the blonde rolling her eyes, "I told you walking was idiotic. I suggest using magic, we can materialize in the camp and grab Henry." The Evil Queen snaps. "We don't know where the camp is. Have you been listening?" Mary Margaret says, stepping in between the two. "Pan will have shields against magic, I fear. Such an attempt would end in your death and more importantly, mine. That's why we are walking." Hook says walking up to Emma's side.

     "Well then, what's your idea? How are we going to find it?" Regina snaps. Hook lets a small smirk creep up onto his face, "By using someone he trusts." He states. David steps forward with his wife by his side, squinting at the pirate. "Who? Cause I guess, he certainly doesn't trust you." Hook rolls his eyes, looking at the prince. "A fairy who lived here when I was about. She might still be on the island. She'd be an inside source, knows all about the camp, can get us in. She might even have some pixie dust left. Perhaps we could fly in." Everyone looks at the pirate suspiciously, thinking whether or not to trust him. "You mean fairy dust." Emma says bluntly.