Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Silence

When Peter was here, it was never quiet. I always had someone with me, and I always knew I was safe with him. He had my back and I had his. We were inseparable. Those on Neverland never age, so we thought we'd be together forever.

But then we broke.

"I swear I didn't do it, Peter, why don't you believe me! Listen to me, please listen! Listen! Peter no!" I screamed after him. He just clenched his fists and walked away. My screams cut the silence in the clearing. Lost boys stood frozen around us, back in trees and bushes, but I hardly noticed. Peter had accused me of cheating on him. He exiled me to the other side of Neverland.

I could feel my whole world collapsing. For the longest time I knew what was going to happen, but now... did Peter even love me to begin with? Why couldn't he just think? Why couldn't he just remember everything we were? Maybe everything was actually nothing. Now everything is wrong, and I don't know what to do. The sickest part? I'd do it all again to be with him.

I stood there in the clearing. The lost boys didn't dare breathe or move or say anything. They just stood and watched the strong and invincible girl who has power that could rival Peters fall to her knees. They saw her fists clench. They saw her eyes squeeze shut. They saw the mighty Abigail Black cry. They saw the tears, the red eyes, and the pained face. They saw the worst part: they saw her scream in raw human agony, alone in the clearing, knees scraped up from the rocks and blood dribbling from those wounds.

I breathed heavily after screaming and slowly found my footing. My puffy eyes scanned the area around me and the shocked faces of the lost boys. I didn't care, I just darted through the trees and away to the far corner of Neverland that I was banished to.

1 year later

No one's POV

Peter looked up from his book at the picture pinned to one of the poles of his tent. It was the only one of her that he couldn't bear to take down. He had been dark before he lost her, but evil continued to feed off of him now that she wasn't here.

He sighed and threw down the book and exited the tent. He had so many lost boys, and when he figured out she was cheating, he didn't know who with. None of the boys confessed, so he had to use magic to find out if they were lying. He had been overwhelmed with the task of interrogating all of his lost boys, and today, he would question the very last one. Obviously, he was certain that this boy was the one, because Peter's magic said that all of the boys so far told the truth: they didn't do it. But he wanted to hear the boy confess.

"Daniel!" Peter shouted, and the guilty one came running. "Go over there." Peter pointed to a tree on the outskirts of camp. Daniel followed his orders diligently.

"Alright, interrogation, right?" Daniel asked.

Peter nodded and asked the first question, "Who did Abigail cheat with?"

Daniel shrugged, "Beats me, Pan. I dunno who she cheated with."

Pan raised his eyebrows. He sensed that the boy was telling the truth, but he had to propose three questions to get even data. "Alright, did she ever have any kind of romantic involvement with you?"

Daniel shook his head, "Nah. She was way out of my league."

Peter tried to keep himself calm. Daniel wasn't lying. But if she didn't cheat with Daniel... was she innocent? "Daniel, did she to any extent of your knowledge, cheat?"

"No," Daniel replied, "the only thing I know about her cheatin' is what you've told us. But truthfully, Pan, you didn't see the way it killed her after you banished her. It was hard to watch. She was in anguish. I truly think she's innocent."

And that confirmed Peter's doubts. Abby was innocent. She did love him, she didn't do anything wrong, and she was banished to the wilderness for something she didn't do.

Peter immediately flew off. He had to get her back.

Abby's POV

The wind whistled as I collected sticks for a fire. I was running low on wood and needed some more. I knelt to grab a piece when another hand picked it up for me and set it in my arms with the other pieces.

I looked up and met his eyes. "Peter?" I whispered and dropped the wood. Was he still mad or did he finally realize I'm innocent?

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. It was warm and needy, as if he'd been starving and needed my lips to feed him. I tasted something salty and pulled away, realizing that we were both crying.

"You're innocent." He murmured. "I'm so sorry. What I did was unforgivable."

I kissed him gently. "No, it's not. Let's just go home."

And ever since, it has never been silent. I have always had the boy I loved at my side.