Love or Loyalty? (Peter Pan Once Upon A Time Fan Fic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I was pulled into consciousness by the lovely feeling of choking on water. Once I recovered and was able to breathe I looked around. The Lost Boys were surrounding me with worried expressions and Pan was sitting next to me looking extremely relieved.

Since no one seemed willing to initiate conversation I decided to volunteer. "How am I not dead?"

"Magic of course." Pan replied. "There's a waterfall on this island that has water that will heal any wound."

I nodded. "What's the catch?"

"What makes you think there's a catch?"

"The whole magic always comes with a price thing."

"You might be permanently stuck here." Pan said and then did a half butt scoot back in perpetration for my outburst.

"I'm what?"

"If you want to keep living then you have to stay in Neverland."

I stood there processing the information and the implications. As much as I loathed the island I wasn't ready to die just yet. Who knows, maybe this could work out.

"Well I guess that's that then." I said getting to my feet.

He looked startled. "What?"

"A long time ago I learned how to work with the hand I'm dealt. If this is what I'm stuck with then I have to make it work."

Everyone cheered, making me actually crack a smile.

Apparently the fact that I was now forever trapped here was the perfect reason to throw a party. I found a spot on a log near the fire and stayed put. An hour after dark Pan sat next to me. "You know since you're going to be staying here you could just jump in, be one of us."

"I'm not much of a dancer. And I'm not one  of them. I'm not blindly trusting someone who ripped me from my life and trapped me on an island in a world that should not exist."

"I thought we would be past all the anger about how you came here."

"I never let a grudge go."

He took my hand and pulled me up. "Walk with me."

I sighed and followed him.

After about ten minutes we were under that big tree again. I leaned against the trunk and asked, "What is so secret you had to drag me all the way out here?"

"I want to know why you're so upset about being here? Yeah the reasons behind on why you have to stay are not the best, but what's so bad about being here instead of being there? You were alone there. Here you can be part of a family if you would just give us a chance."

"Maybe I prefer to be alone."

"Why?"

"Because then I can't get hurt." I half yelled sliding down the trunk to sit on the ground. 

Apparently stunned he sat down next to me.

Completely done with this conversation, but knowing if I walked away he would follow I crossed my arms over my knees and laid my head on them. I did partly to cut myself off from, and partly to try to get all the thoughts swirling around in my head to at least slow down. I felt a weight on my shoulders. My head snapped up, and I saw that he had put his arm around me. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Trying to make you feel better.  Now what did you mean by what you said? Why would you think we would hurt you."

"Well I have already been shot with a poison arrow."

"No sarcasm. I want a real answer."

"I've never been one to get close to people, and the few I have gotten close with have always ended leaving in one way or another. The foster mom I lived with with when I was eight  died in a car crash, my best friend turned out to only be friends with me to get close to one of my foster brothers, and Emma picked up and left. It's easier to just be alone than be left alone."

"Emily I could never leave you." He said. And then he did something completely off the wall. He kissed me.

And I may have liked it and I may have kissed him back. Um, what?