I don't want to wake up. Wow. That's getting so old now. I can feel the sun on my face, warming me. The beautiful Neverland scenery comes into view, and that's when I realize where I'm lying. When I look up I see Peter Pan leaning aginst the tree, still asleep. He looks almost... innocent when he's sleeping. Peaceful.

I get up, realizing with a start that I've been sleeping in his freaking lap the whole night. I don't want to know how I ended up there, or why.

At the whistle of birds, I see an abandoned nest above my head. Imagining myself on the branch, in a heartbeat I'm there.

Leaning over, I collect the eggs and drop down to the ground. I poke the fire to life again and cook them on a rock. Bird's eggs. I know it's not much of a breakfast, but hey, I'm starving. I haven't eaten in days.

"Mm." Pan opens his eyes slowly, yawning. "Man, must have been tired."

"You must have been." I say with one of his trademark smirks. "Breakfast is ready, sleeping beauty."

"Oh no." He groans. "Now she's name calling. Hand it over then." I hand over the eggs. 

"Oh my gosh." He smiles. "I forgot how good it is having someone to cook for me."

"You're in Neverland." I gesture around me. "And you're magical. How is it that you don't have good food?"

"It doesn't work like that." He laughs, filling his mouth with egg. "Mmm. Whabt arve vese?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetheart." I correct. I duck as he throws a stick at me. 

"So, ready to make this deal?"

"Yes." I say carefully. "You go first."

"Well, when you tried to fight me." He glares at me, but I can tell his heart's not in it. "Tried, that is - you made a sword appear. It's a very powerful sword. I'd like you to give it to me."

"That's it? You want a freaking sword?" I ask, aghast. "You brought me back from the dead to... get you a sword?"

"You know you still haven't thanked me for that." He says. "Now, what is it that you want?"

I bite my lip. This is what I wasn't looking forward to. He walks forward, picking up on my hesitation. "What is it? Come on. Spit it out." He smirks.

"It... I want your pipe."

"What?" He feigns nonchalance. "Why on earth would you want the pipe?" 

"I don't know." I shrug. "It's pretty."

"You don't even know how to play it." He says. "You can have anything you want, come on - take your pick. Felix?" He grins cheekily.

"Aha. No." I shake my head. "No, if I make you your sword, i want your pipe. Do we have a deal?" I put my hand out, praying he takes it.

He looks at me hard for a few moments, obviously wondering what I know. "Fine. Deal." He shakes my hand.

"Great. Now... what?"

"Now we swap." He pulls his pipe out, starts to hand it over and then stops. "Wait... you hand me the sword first."

"Very well..." I pick up a stick, concentrate and watch it morph into the sword he so pathetically craves, holding it out.

He eyes me suspiciously, as if I'm going to stab him with it or some other crap.

"Just take the flaming sword." I say with a smile. "What's the matter, Pan? Scared?"

"Oh shut up." He says crossly, picking up the sword and dropping his pipe into my open hand.

"Thank you." I look down at it. This is the moment... I've been waiting for. The moment I've been told would come.  

A/N: Happy new year everyone!!!!!!!!! It's the 1/1/2014. AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! 2014 already!!! :D Hope everyone has a good one! Stay safe. Love to you all! xx