Prolouge

*Peter's P.O.V.*

I shot straight up from the hammock, my breath staggering coming from my mouth.

But fear, fear was all I could think about. The strange girl, The strange an peculiar voice.

How could this weak, awful girl come into my dreams without my permission. 

What power..

What grace is she?

 I looked straight ahead at the wooden wall , breathing heavily in and out. 

I bowed my head into my hands, wiping the slumber away from my eyes.

My heart jumped at the images of her that crossed my eyes. 

The same scene I saw every night, Her death.. My death. 

The end.

"You dreamt about her again, didnt you," 

A voice said coming across my hut. I glanced over, only seeing the black shape of the person come towards me, 

"Dog."

Thomas.

My eyes focused on his lean shape. His dark brown eyes and his dirty blonde hair, his body covered in dirt from working in the camp all day.

I growled at him with a scared yet angry look,

"Why do I keep dreaming about her..?" I rolled my eyes as I remembered why. 

I stole her brother away from her and her family a long, long time ago. 

I guess, Fate decided, for taking her brother away, I had to see the pain she was going through.

And it wasn't until lately I started having these visions.. or dreams of her.  

Unexplainable.

Thomas stood up straight, cracking his neck as he grabbed a spare chair, 

pulling it next to my hammock, then sat in it, 

"This the third time in four days you've talked  in your sleep," 

Thomas said quietly, putting his thumb on his bottom lip, drawing attention away from his blank eyes,

 "I pray you weren't having sex with her in this dream, Peter. I admit I envy you get to see what she does everyday and what she looks like, but you don't miss her.."

I take the health and well-being of my Lost Boys very seriously, especially Thomas. 

Felix and I haven't been on good terms since Thomas arrived, out of jealousy mainly. 

But, I couldn't tell Thomas I was dreaming over her death every time, but died differently, with each dream. 

Two days ago, I slipped up and told him what I dreamt. 

Which is why he comes to my hut every night. To see what I dreamt of, which was only of her.

I don't even know her name, but I told the description to Thomas. And he knew it was her,

yet he wouldn't expose her name. Never did.

"She, uh," 

I got up from my hammock, avoiding eye contact with Thomas.  

I walked over towards the closest 'window' looking at the pale moon go away, then glancing down at the ground, watching the sunrise  come across the horizon of Neverland, 

"She hurt herself again."

Thomas then sighed and cleared his throat, "Was it the pills again o-or the-"

"Fool!, " I snapped, turning around seeing a flash of hurt come across his face, sighing sorrowfully, 

"I'm sorry."

Thomas gave me a perplexed look, crossing his arms, 

"You of all people are sorry?," 

Thomas scoffed in disbelief, 

"Is she okay?"

"She um, used a blade." I say with a questioned look on my face.

"A blade?," Thomas looked at me, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose trying to hold in whatever he wanted to let out, 

"Not again."

Again?

"She made marks..on her wrist, it was .. gory," 

I tried to hold back the awful feeling I was having. Watching her in pain, 

"She was crying after words. She misses..you."

Thomas brushed his fingers through his hair, sighing, wiping away a tear that escaped his eye.

"That's awful, Peter."

She thinks he's dead.

"I hear her calling for me."

Thomas had a questioned look on his face, 

"She actually said 'Peter Pan'?"

I sighed, "No..Death."

"My God Peter."

I sighed, biting the inside of my cheek,"I think I may.."

"Bloody hell, Peter spit it out."

I sat on the floor with my head rested on the wood of the tree house wall,

"Bring her here."

Thomas rolled his eyes and stomped his foot, 

"Peter, We can't just-"

"Then what about you and Jaelyn?"

Thomas opened his mouth, then shut it before he could say anything else.

"That's what I thought Thomas."

"I don't actually like Jaelyn.. I just-"

I scratched the back of my head, 

"She wouldn't be lonely here," 

I rested my hand on his shoulder, giving him a fatherly stare, 

"In all honesty you need to get back to work, you've been slacking and that is unacceptable."

Thomas brushed my hand off his shoulder, "You should've never told me about your dreams. None of this would've happen."

"We're family," 

I blinked my eyes tiredly, annoyed with the subject of this, 

"Understand?"

Thomas nodded his head in response.

"Good."

Thomas sighed then let out a smile, in defeat, 

"There it is."

I laughed, crossing my arms , "You're an idiot," I then bit my tongue on what I said next,"I know where she is."

Thomas laughing  then stopped,

"Peter..You've been there before."

I nodded, "It's a suicide mission."

"You swore you'd never go there again."

"I'm doing this because I favor you.. It's either this or I kill her, Understand?"

"But-"

"Thomas," I looked over my shoulder, locking our eyes, 

"We have to go back to StoryBrooke to find her."