He's a Hero to me. (A Peter Pan - OUAT - story)

{chapter eleven}

Skylar's POV

Peter gently lays me on the bed, kissing my head and pulling the blankets to me shoulders. I push them down and sit up, my feet hanging off the bed.

"Honey, just relax," he says, while sifting through his drawers for something.

"Peter-"

"Sky, don't argue with me right now. I'm trying to focus,"

"What are you even doing?"

"Trying to- find something...."

"Peter, find what?"

"It's something.... that you don't understand..."

"Peter! Stop treating me like I'm four!" He groans and slams the drawer, moving to another. He would be terrifying to anyone else, since he was in his own bubble of anger. But after he's opened up to me, I can never see him like that again. He just looked like he needed comfort. I get up, wincing and taking in a sharp breath as a million needles shoved themselves into my foot. I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them aside. I can do this. I take a big steps so I put that foot down minimal times. I get to Peter after two - our tent wasn't that big.

I gently place a hand on Peters shoulder. He whips around and looks down at my foot with huge concern, scooping me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, and rest my elbows on his shoulders as my hands tangled in his hair. I look lovingly into his eyes as he calmed down.

"Babe. How about we grant your first wish? Let's go on that date now. We need to do some talking, anyway," I say. He sighs and nods. He uses magic to create a small clean puddle on the floor, setting me down so my foot rested in it. Amazingly, there was no pain. I smile. Peter uses magic so both of us change, him in his normal attire - instead of the t-shirt and jeans he had on - and me in a green sun dress. He scoops me right back up, and starts to open the flap, but I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Peter, I love you, but you can't carry me everywhere," I say.

"Y-You love him...?" I hear from behind me. I turn around as best as I can in Peter's arms. It was Brady. He looked at me with the most hurt look before storming off into his tent.

"Brady! Wait!" I call after him, struggling against Peter's grip. He puts me down and I try to run. Two steps later and I'm on my knees with tears leaking down my face. I decided if this was meant to make you be a mermaid - then fuck it. I'll be a mermaid. I put my hands in front of me, and drag my body forward, letting my legs hang there uselessly. My one friend. He's gone. He hates me. I give up, when I see I only made a foot of progress with so much work. I just sat there and sobbed. Peter came over and tried to comfort me, but I just shrugged him off.

"Leave me alone..." I mumble. He tries to pick me up, but I push him away. I get myself up, looking down at myself. I was covered in dirt, and some rocks had torn the new dress.

"Felix!" I yell. He's there in a second. "Help me back to my hut," I say. He nods, and helps me hop over to the old tent. It felt like forever since I'd been in it. It'd only been three days. I finally get to my tent and I lock myself inside, collapsing on the bed. I let the tears flow freely. The thing me and Brady had bonded over was hate for Pan. We had plans to escape the island, and we were gonna brave it in the real world together. But that's ruined now. Suddenly, someone's in my tent. I know it's Peter.

"Fuck off!" I yell at him, through the sobs.

"Skylar. It's Brady..."