The Lost Girl (once upon a time Peter Pan fanfic)

9 - Realizasion

Anna's P.O.V.

I woke up leaning against a tree in the woods.  Where am I? I thought to myself, before remembering what'd happened last night. But where was Peter?

"Glad to see you're finally awake," I heard a voice say to me, full of sarcasm. Regina. "You do realise Pan could've easily killed you if he found you out here?"

I smirked to myself slightly. If only she knew. "Sorry, I needed to be alone," I lied.

"Well your little storm out last night lost us valuable time," she said angrily, "you will pay for that,"

"Regina back off!" I heard Snow's voice call. Appearing from the woods, she ran up to me and crouched down to face me. "Are you alright?" she asked kindly. I liked Snow.

"Yeah... I'm really sorry for storming out yesterday," I admitted, "I don't have an excuse, no matter what I've been through."

"Kid if you've been through anything like what I've been through - and judging by how you act I can tell you have - then you have every right to get angry." said Emma. It seemed the whole group were around me now.

"I know, but I still shouldn't have done that. It's not like I'm the only one in the world who feels this way," I said, standing up, "Like I said, I'm sorry."

Snow hugged me and whispered in my ear, "We care about you, Anna,"

***

We'd been following Peter's map for hours, but every time we seemed to get close to where the 'X' was, it'd move. Like actually move on the paper. I guess I shouldn't underestimate anything here.

"Great job saviour, you've got us lost," said Regina.

"We're not lost!" she fired back, "It's Pan's camp, he keeps moving it!"

"Well then we're not moving fast enough," said Regina, raising her voice.

"Moving quicker isn't going to help at all!"

"Well give me the map and I'll enchant it then!"

"No! Remember what happened last time we didn't listen to Pan?"

"SHUT UP!" shouted Snow, much to everyone's surprise. "Don't you see? This is exactly what Pan wants!"

Everyone remained silent for a while, until Hook spoke up. "She's right. Pan only wants us to argue so we end up wasting time. Like I said earlier - this is a game to him,"

I looked down at the ground. Every time someone said something like that it made me think that Peter was only pretending to like me in order to cause more arguments in the group, but then I thought back to the way he looked at me. He really confused me.

"Guys look," breathed Emma, staring at the map. "The 'X' has moved again, and it looks like-"

"I'm right here," said I voice from the trees. Peter walked out with a smirk on his face. "So Emma, you did what I asked? See, it wasn't that hard was it,"

"Where's my son?" said Emma angrily.

"He's fine, having a lot of fun actually," he grinned, "hasn't said one word about you at all."

I hated this. I wanted to defend my friends, but I know it pained Peter when I went against him. Why am I stuck in this position? I looked up to see Peter staring right at me. His eyes were enough to drive anyone crazy. But I looked away to see Emma. She missed her son, and I know with time I could help get him back, I could convince Peter. Why me?

Suddenly I was brought back to my senses when Emma charged at Peter and held her sword to his neck. "Where is my son?" she asked again, with a more sinister tone to her voice.