Tiger Lily (A Peter Pan Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

A whole month had passed since I'd made my deal with Pan. And in that month, he'd become a lot more well-behaved. Or perhaps I'd just grown used to his antics. The thing that bothered me most, however, was the fact that I still hadn't seen my father. Or Baelfire. Ever since that night in the cave, it seemed Baelfire had just...vanished. As for my dad, well, who knows where he was.

In the back of my mind, I knew there was a possibility that my father could be dead. But I refused to think on that subject for too long. Surely even Pan would have the decency to tell me if my father had died.

Speaking of Pan, he'd taken to teaching me a little magic every day. We started simple - just small good luck charms or levitating little objects like leaves or sticks. As much as I hate to admit it, it was actually kind of fun. He was patient with me, though he teased when I performed something wrong. Not that I really minded, it was easy to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"How's our Princess Tiger Lily doing?" a familiar, and ever-present voice inquired.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned my attention to the green-eyed teen who stood smirking with his arms crossed. "I thought I told you not to call me that, Pan?"

"As I said before, I'm not the most well-behaved boy on the island." he replied, tilting his head to the side, his smirk unwavering.

"Whatever, " I laughed, rolling my eyes, "I think I've got the whole levitation thing down. With rocks now, anyway."

Seemingly intrigued, Pan quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? Show me."

Nodding in response, I turned my attention to a nicely-sized rock that I'd been practicing with before. Concentrating, I narrowed my eyes on the object, putting all of my energy into levitating it. It took me a moment, but eventually the rock shakily began to rise from the ground, surrounded in a light blue, glowing mist that was, in fact, my magic.

I levitated the rock about three feet off of the ground before I broke go of my concentration, letting the rock fall and hit the ground with a dull thud.

Looking up at Pan through my lashes, I searched his face for approval. He was silent for a minute, before he clapped and gave me a nod, one eyebrow raised. "Talented with everything, aren't you, love?"

I rolled my eyes in response. "I wouldn't exactly call that talent. But thanks."

"You're coming along quite nicely, love. Don't say that." he said, circling me, arms crossed.

Pan was in a good mood, it seemed. Open to suggestions, perhaps? He knew everything that went on around Neverland. So, he had to know where my father was. There was no way he didn't know where he was.

"Pan." I said forcefully, causing him to furrow his brows.

"What is it?" he questioned, tilting his head.

I swallowed, knowing that this could end very, very badly. He hated when I'd found Baelfire. Who knows what would happen if I even brought up my father. But I had to know. "Where is my father?"

~*~*~*~*~

Killian trekked around the island for just about the third bloody time. Every time he felt he'd even gotten close to Pan's camp, it seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Despite having his entire crew exploring the island looking for Lily, no one seemed to come up with anything.

He cringed every time he thought of Lily being in Pan's grasp, and the fact that it was practically impossible to find her.

"Don't worry, Captain. We'll find her eventually." Mr. Smee offered, sensing Killian's brewing bad mood.