Heartless~Peter Pan/OUAT Fanfiction

"Let's play a game."

No one saw it coming. No one knew how long she'd been there, or how she got there. The Lost boys were out hunting, their whoops of laughter ringing out through the jungle. They were traveling back to camp, unaware of the figure that was watching them from the treetops. She barely made a sound as she swung from branch to branch, never leaving the concealment of the foliage. They led her right to it. Pan's camp. Chock full of supplies and food just waiting to be stolen. She leapt from her spot on the tree branch, landing soundlessly on the packed earth below her. The camp was large, full of treehouses and tents and blazing bonfires. It was bustling with Lost boys. Shouting, laughing, fighting. They sat around sharpening weapons, skinning animals, eating out of wooden bowls. Pan was nowhere in sight. Neither was Felix, his loyal second in command. She crept toward one of the tents, and started shoving tools and food into her bag. When it was full to the point of bursting, she threw it over her shoulder and started to back away from the campsite. Her back hit something hard and warm, and a strong hand clamped around her arm. The cold metal of a blade was pressed to her throat.

"Well, look what we have here." A smug voice hissed in her ear. He shoved her forward, in plain sight of the other Lost boys. A crowd began to form around them, scanning the girl with their eyes. She was slim and pale, with long black hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin was lightly dusted with freckles, and the Lost boys couldn't help but stare. Before anyone could make a move, the girl had brought her heel down on her captor's foot, jabbing her elbow painfully into his ribs. She twisted the knife away from her throat and jumped away from him. None of them had ever seen anyone move that fast. The girl drew the long slightly curved blade from the sheath strapped to her back, and raised her eyebrows with a smirk. Daring them. The Lost boys drew their weapons, ready for a fight. They charged towards her, and soon the camp was filled with shouts and the sound of clanging metal. She fought them off easily, the delighted smile never leaving her face. She looked like she was having fun! She would've beaten them all senseless, but one of them snuck up behind her and swung a club over her head. She fell to the ground with a grunt. They grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. Felix had sauntered toward the group, looking angrier than usual. His eyes ran over the girl, looking confused. Everyone knew why. Girls weren't allowed on the island.

"Boys, tie her hands." Felix ordered. The girl shrugged.

"If that'll make you feel better." She said, presenting her wrists. They wound the scratchy rope around them, and then yanked her forward. They approached a treehouse larger than all the rest, and she assumed that it was none other than Pan's. They stood outside, looking up at it. There was a pause.

"Is he taking a nap or something?" The girl said. Felix growled and raised a hand to slap her.

"Felix, please." A sly voice interjected. Everyone turned towards the voice. Peter Pan was leaning against the tree, his arms crossed nonchalantly. His amused eyes ran over the girl, a smirk crossing his face. He detached himself from the tree, taking slow steps towards them. Pan and the girl each scanned each other with their eyes, meeting gazes after what seemed like hours. The girl tilted her head to the side, smiling. It made the Lost boys fidget. No one smiled at Peter Pan like that.

"You're shorter than I expected." She said. Pan raised an eyebrow. The Lost boys looked from Pan to the girl and back, waiting for his next move.

"Let's start with how you got here." Pan said. Everyone knew that nobody got on or off the island without Pan's consent.

"Well, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, they decide-" She began.

"How you got to Neverland." Pan interrupted, unamused. The girl stared at him.

"I thought Peter Pan knew about everything that happened on his island. Are you losing your edge?" She said. The Lost boys were tense, practically leaning forward in anticipation. No one ever talked to him like that. Pan raised an eyebrow.