The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

Twelve.

I find it funny that, out of the two weeks I had been in Neverland, I had never, not once, thought of my parents. But, as Picies was rushing to re-stitch me and Pan was holding my head in his lap, that's all I could think about.

What's going to happen to my real self? How will my parents ever handle it? Can they live with it?

Will they?

As I drifted in and out of consciousness, that's all I could think about. That and the fact that stitches really freaking hurt -

"All right," Picies announced after finishing his work. "Looks like you're good enough to go."

I sighed, relieved it was finally over, and pulled my shirt back down. "Thanks, Pices."

"No problem, Captain," he muttered back as he put his herbs and things away. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Will do," I croaked out as I sat up. "Pan, help me stand, would you?"

He seemed impressed when I spun on my rump to face him. "In command already, I see."

"I asked nicely, didn't I?"

He smirked and stood, offering his hand. I gripped his forearm and he yanked me up into his chest. I stumbled back a bit as I released his arm. "Thanks."

He nodded. "Anything, Captain," he said tauntingly.

"Very funny," I said sarcastically.

We both just stood awkwardly for a moment - Pan studying me and me studying the ground (which is very interesting to look at, btw) before I cleared my throat and clapped my hands together once. Just then, Picies walked in, and I fought the urge to hug the boy. "Forgot the medicine," he explained awkwardly.

He handed me another cup. "What is it?" I asked immediately.

"Just drink it."

"Okay." I put the cup to my lips and downed the contents while trying not to gag. I finished swallowing the lukewarm liquid and coughed harshly. "The HECK is that?!"

"It quickens the healing process," Picies explained, taking the cup back.

"It tastes -"

"Like shit?" he finished, smirking. I nodded.

"How often will she have to take this?" Pan questioned, and I had almost forgotten he was there.

"Twice a day," Picies said without a second's hesitation. "When she gets up and before she goes to sleep."

Pan nodded. "I'll make sure she takes it," he told him, putting his hand on my shoulder. It wasn't in a friendly way: I immediately slapped it off. Picies nodded, smiled once at me, and then left.

"What the heck?" I demanded, turning on Pan. "Are you my babysitter now?"

"At least I didn't let you die," he shrugged, and I bit my lip to keep from continuing. He took a step to his right and motioned for me to get in bed, and as soon as I did, he crawled in next to me.

"WHOA!" I shouted, stopping him. "What the EFF are you doing?"

"Being your babysitter. And I'm not sleeping in the dirt. Besides, it'll get cold out tonight." He was right - I could feel the temperature dropping.

"Fine," I snapped. "But stay on one side. And don't even think about getting touchy-feely, Peter Pan."

He smirked as I settled in. After he settled in, he murmured, "That's the first time you've said my name."

I flinched, knowing he was right, but tried to hide it. "So?"

I felt him shrug. "Just pointing it out," he said innocently.

I snorted, but didn't press. After a long time I began to shiver and my teeth began chattering, and, even though I could barely keep my eyes open, I couldn't fall asleep. It must have been at least midnight. A few minutes after my teeth began chattering, I felt an arm wrap itself around my waist. I flinched, and shuddered harder. "What're - W-what're y-you doing-g?!"

"Your teeth chattering - I can't sleep," he said huskily, tiredly. "Just offering my body heat." I growled and crossed my arms over my chest but otherwise let him put his arms around me and pull my back into his chest gently. I shifted and turned so I was facing his chest and put my hands on his shirt between us. Our noses were almost touching.

Holy crap, I almost said aloud. You're freakin' warm.

"What, you want to get a better view?" he asked jokingly. His breath fanned across my face.

If I could, I would've reached up and slapped him across the face, but Pan wouldn't slacken his hold. "I don't trust you."

"I saved your life."

"I still don't trust you. You're the moodiest and horniest person I've ever met all rolled into one. And you treat me like I'm your five-year-old daughter."

He laughed darkly. "You have no idea."

I hoped he hadn't heard me gulp. "I hate you."

"Don't kid yourself," he said sounding mockingly stern. "Everyone loves me."

I slapped his chest, earning a grunt. "You're so full of it." After that we were both silent, and I noticed my shivering had stopped. Only minutes later I was slipping into unconsciousness.

And the nightmare that came was much, much worse than being stuck in a bed with Pan's arms around me.

I was standing inside a room. A room with stone walls - a cave - with a small entrance. In the center of the room was a giant hourglass, with golden skulls decorating the bottom. Also at its base was a boy. But not just any boy - it was Pan. He seemed to be admiring the dust falling inside of it. "One day...," he was saying. "One day I will overcome you." And then he turned, looking right into my eyes. His own were glowing.

It started me so much that I woke up gasping slightly. I blinked once and saw a sleeping face fight in front of me - Pan's. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping - and so exhausted. It was amazing he didn't go into a coma himself. Unfortunately, I was sweating and I didn't like the position my hands were in. But when I tried to move them, Pan would stir in his sleep and tighten his hold around my waist. "You're doing this on purpose," I whispered, ticked off. He just kept breathing lightly and shifted in his sleep so that our lips were almost touching. "Okay, that's enough," I said, pulling away and waking him.

He groaned sleepily and his forest-green eyes fluttered open. He smiled groggily. "Hello, beautiful."

"What?!" I hissed.

He smirked evilly and sighed, closing his eyes and pulling me back into his chest. "Come back here." I struggled and tried to get back, but Pan's grip was like iron and he was already asleep again. I sighed angrily, stopped struggling, and crossed my arms over my chest again.

"Fine," I whispered to his sleeping form. "But revenge is a plate best served cold."

It was only about an hour later that the sun began to peek through the trees, but it still felt like eternity to me, especially since I was in an amazingly uncomfortable position. Pan's eyes flicked open and stared into mine for a bit before he released me and got up without a word. I almost gave a sarcastic remark, but he was already gone.

Strange, I thought. I just shrugged it off and got out of bed, wiping my and Pan's sweat off my arms, hands, face and neck before going outside to get everyone up.