Look in My Eyes

A New Place to Call Home

[A/N: Aw I love all you Paniacs <.3 Also might take the whole Victorian London thing away and put in the Enchanted Forest. Any protests? No? Good. Because I don't care anyway. ;) *licks you all*]

"Where the Hell is Neverland?"

He lifted his eyebrows amused and took a step forward. "Oh, not very ladylike." He looked her up and down. "However, looking from your wardrobe you probably aren't a lady."

Gemma jumped up. "Excuse me! I am the daughter of Lord Erik Berring of the Winchester Kingdom! You will show me respect!"

The boy smirked down at her. That smirk was really starting to piss Gemma off.

"You've got fire. I like you." He took another step forward so they were only a yard away. "Now. Who are you and how did you get on my island?"

"Well, excuse you. My name is Gemma Berring. I don't know how I got here. I think I flew but I was kind of near unconscious so I was probably delirious." 

His face went serious. "Flew?"

"Aw crap. Now you're going to think I'm insane, too." She threw her face into her hands and groaned. 

He took a few steps forward. They were now only a foot apart. 

"Tell me. How did you fly here?"

"You're just gonna think I'm mad like everyone else..." She peeked through her hands, surprised to see him standing so close.

"Just answer the damn question, girl!"

"It was a shadow, okay! The shadow I saw take the next door neighbor! But of course they all thought I was insane and then they put me in an asylum! Now you're gonna think I'm insane and put me in a cage or something! That was one of the punishments there...." She realised she was ramblings and talking too much. She stopped abruptly and looked up at him, nervous. 

He was watching her carefully. Curious about her experience and...annoyed?

"This shadow. You're sure?"

She sighed weakly. "Yes."

"I'll talk with him later...."

"Sorry? What was that?"

"Never mind any of that." He closed the gap between them and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'm Peter Pan and you, Gemma Berring, are my prisoner."

She was about to protest when she felt a tug and her head went dizzy. She then realised she wasn't on the cliff. Peter looked down at her with his eyebrows raised in amusement, his eyes lit with humour. He let her go and stepped back.

"Welcome to camp."

Gemma looked around to see boys everywhere, her age or younger. They looked up as her and Peter arrived and went silent. 

"Boys, we have ourselves a stray."

Gemma glared at him.

"However, she seems just as lost as the rest of us so we don't have to kill her. We'll just have to make her our prisoner. Maybe she can upgrade to Lost Girl."

The boys turned to each other and muttered.

"Oh, don't give me that! There's always a first too something and who knows, maybe she'll be of some use."

He looked at her as he said the last part and did that irritating, smug smirk. Gemma scoffed at him and rolled her eyes.

"Felix! Get her situated."

A tall boy of about 17 walked over to Gemma. He had sandy blonde hair and a scar she guessed was from duelling a lost boy. He might've been attractive if he were smiling.