Heartless~Peter Pan/OUAT Fanfiction

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"I think Sketch is asleep." Sawyer said, resting the book she was holding on his back. Sketch's head was motionless on her stomach, and she closed the book and set it down.

"Of course, he always falls asleep when you read to him." Dusty said. Sawyer's head was resting in his lap, and he was playing with her tangled hair. She sighed with content.

"It's quiet today." She said, looking around the camp. Everyone was lazing about. Sleeping, reading, talking quietly. Pan and Felix were nowhere in sight.

"Why do you have so many leaves in your hair?" Dusty said. Sawyer ignored him, shifting under Sketch.

"Why is it so quiet today?" Sawyer thought aloud.

"I dunno. Maybe because Pan isn't here." Dusty replied. Sawyer narrowed her eyes.

"Wake up, little man." She said as she shook Sketch gently. His eyes slowly opened and he yawned. Sawyer moved him off of her and he fell asleep again in Dusty's lap. She stood up and crossed over to Pan's treehouse. She knocked on the hatch once, and there was no answer.

"Pan?" She said as she climbed the ladder into the room. It was empty. She looked around with confusion. Where has he been this whole time? Making up her mind, she closed the hatch. The treehouse was neat for the most part, with a desk cluttered with stacks of papers and books. The bedsheets were ruffled, and the wooden trunk was stuffed with clothes. She crossed over to the desk and started to sift through the papers. Maps, spells, potion recipes. She didn't know what she'd been expecting, but it wasn't this. Where were the evil plots, the dark curses? Sawyer ran her fingertips under the wood of the table, looking for a button or a latch. There was a bump in the smooth wood, and she pressed it. A secret drawer. She slid it open and her eyes searched with a burning curiosity. There was a black leather wrist cuff, and when she touched it, she knew it was charmed. There was an old rusty key, a small vial of squid ink, a crystal ball, but tucked into the corner of the drawer, was something that caught her eye. It was a small doll made of straw, with a little dark blue jacket. Sawyer picked it up and stared at it. Why would Pan have something like this? A noise made her whip her head around. Someone was coming up the ladder. She put everything back in the drawer and closed it, looking around the room frantically for a place to hide. The hatch started to open, and she slipped underneath the bed. Footsteps, then the creak of wood followed by the sound of the hatch closing. Sawyer watched as Pan's green pointy toed boots walked across the floor, stopping at the desk. She held her breath. He stood there for a while, then his foot started to tap. He crossed over to the hatch and descended down the ladder. Sawyer let out the breath she'd been holding. She crawled out from her hiding place and rushed back down the ladder and over to Dusty.

"Where's Sketch?" She asked. He shrugged.

"Last I saw he was following a rabbit into the forest." He said.

"A rabbit?" Sawyer asked.

"I think it was a rabbit. Or, it might've been something shiny. I don't know, he so excited he was mumbling." Dusty explained. Sawyer looked into the forest and narrowed her eyes. Something is fishy about this whole thing. Quickly picking up his trail, she followed his footsteps into the woods. They went deep into the jungle, and Sawyer could tell that he was moving fast. She came to a clearing where the footsteps suddenly multiplied. The footsteps of grown men. There was a scuffle here, and on the ground near the streaks in the dirt she saw Sketch's cloak.  She grabbed it and ran back to camp with a bottomless feeling of dread in her stomach. When she burst from the foliage and into the camp, everyone whipped around to stare at her.

"Pan!" She shouted. Pan turned to look at her, and his face changed. She was clutching Sketch's cloak so tightly that her knuckles were white, and her eyes were blazing a brilliant blue, blazing with fear.